Horror
The Buzzing...
I feel the ticking inside my head, but I try to tap my skull to make the sound cease. I can’t let people know I’m different, especially not in the middle of the very busy waiting room. I have to be calm… even if my skin feels like it is trying to peel right off of me. The buzzing is back… shit. I thought we got rid of that one.
By Mycheille Norvell5 years ago in Fiction
Roar Beneath the Race Track
I am more than the rotten and gored planks. What has decided to settle upon me, is garish. What once was mother rain, dusted with flecks of the sun and brilliance of the scarred moon, is salted anguish. I have no people, no ownership and no method of control, I simply am. The thoughts and wills of a millennium, those that forged, survived, thrived, and died, established my own will and consciousness. I am the land, the dew and all that trails forever in the minds of my own being.
By Giovani saldana5 years ago in Fiction
The Crow Named Joe
NEW CUSTOMER Vomit is a portly man in his mid-forties wearing an old Sex Pistols T-shirt and browsing through the chips section of the local Grab-N-Go. He has a shaved head, curly mustache, and pointy beard which makes him look like a retired supervillain.
By Lucifer Divinitas5 years ago in Fiction
The Zombie Apocalypse Light Show
I’ve been soaking my achy body in a hot bath for the last half hour. Jared had it ready for me when I finally got out of the car, which makes me feel guilty for snapping at him, but also grateful that he was so thoughtful. I hear a soft knock on the door.
By Taylor Ellwood5 years ago in Fiction
His
The dreams are vivid. There I am. Walking…. no... running. Why is he chasing me? The ground is wet. Where are my shoes? Ouch, the twigs are sharp. I’m in the woods? Help! Help! Why can’t I scream? My voice! It’s gone. Still running. It smells like fresh rain in these woods. I’ve never been here. There! Behind that tree. I crouch. I am trying to catch my breath; but trying to be quiet. I still hear his footsteps. He slowed down. I close my eyes but then realize I need to see where he is. I peek my head around the corner; not there. I look up, not there. I see a little dent for me to climb in the tree; should I do it? Yes! Nakeya save your life and climb this tree! This tree is old, the bark smells like pine but it isn’t a pine tree. I climb silently up the tree, thank God there are a lot of branches and leaves. I think I’m safe. I can see him now. He looks familiar. Wait….it can’t be…. he’s dead! I saw him die. I try to talk, still no voice. Got dammit! Why can’t I speak! This isn’t happening. Someone wake me up. SOMEONE HELP!
By Nakeya Skinner5 years ago in Fiction
Anonymous
Harry woke up to the sound of his doorbell ringing. That’s the first time Harry heard the doorbell ring since he hadn’t heard it in a million years and no one else could answer it for him because he was the only one in the house. His parents had just left for a trip to the Bahamas and wouldn’t be back until the week after. Therefore, the only person who could answer the door was Harry himself. Grunting, Harry slowly climbed out of bed and headed downstairs with a yawn. Turning the doorknob, he opens the door to find a UPS truck drive away from his house in the distance. Harry looked down to find a small, rectangular, four-sided brown papered box at the foot of his doorstep.
By Keyaira Kinslow5 years ago in Fiction
The Unclaimable Bride
Our story is set in the poorest village on Nickle Island with under 200 residents called Daniskville. Nickel Island is a little known island on the Bering Strait. Although it was mostly unheard of, the hierarchy ran much the same as the rest of the world, the rich get richer and the poor stay poorer.
By Samirra Elsaieh5 years ago in Fiction
Empire Of Broken Eyes
From this window the thing arches out over deep blue water, resting on stone pillars like fortifications. I could take picture after picture, but there is something despicable about the progress of the black iron beams, jutting like broken bones, the glowing rivets like Christ’s wounds, the figures crawling over it like maggots and flies and ants, rather than tearing down to its constituent molecules, spewing up piecemeal the swollen carcass of leviathan.
By C S Hughes5 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Rule
There are two main rules in life: stay in your bubble, and don’t look past the screen. Its something your elders tell you, but you don't really know what it means. Most people shrug it off, and are content to live in the day-to-day fluctuations. They don't want to look past their own microscopic lives, past their televisions and their phone screens. Others, like me, know better. There's more to this life than we think.
By DarkRandall5 years ago in Fiction
