Horror
The Merigold Massacre
Keir The cable car was moving, piercing through the darkness, and Keir started clearing off the snow from his boots. “I can’t see anything out there,” said Kali, looking through the window, her palms shaped like a pair of binoculars around her eyes.
By Alexandru Nornguard5 years ago in Fiction
Light The Halls
The brothers stood at the bottom of the long staircase and looked around the entrance foyer heading into the first of many pitch-dark hallways into the catacombs. The two young mage scholars, in their second year at the Mage University, were instructed to relight the halls. The once lit passageways died of their lights with the passing of the incredibly old wizard librarian. “The light stays as long as the caster lives,” the professor of cantrips said as he handed the brothers, Dante and Francis Calco, a large sack of everlasting glass lights. “Okay, why again haven’t you lit the halls yet Dante?” Francis asked, while standing as close to the only available light emanating from the open door at the top of the stairs. “I came here yesterday, I heard something; and I freaked out.” Dante took a deep breath and looked at his brother. “That is why I brought you. You are learning battle spells. If something is down here, I need your help.” Dante said while his sweat palmed hands reached into his bag for a glass light sphere. “You couldn’t ask a real battle mage to help?” Francis responded worriedly clasping onto his marigold good luck charm. “Just come with me.” Dante sharply answered back.
By Anthony Diaz5 years ago in Fiction
The Monster's Deathbed
How can so much evil hide inside such an ordinary person? When I went to Nate Webber’s deathbed, my first thought was that he looked like just another harmless grandfather. I trembled as I entered the ward, and my mouth was dry when I brushed aside the curtain to find him in his bed.
By Charlie C. 5 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Story Sans Ghost
I wanted that house to be haunted more than I had ever wanted anything. All things considered, it looked hauntable. Old wood with buckling knees, a scraggly yet determined lawn, windows that wept their curtains and a general air of a place that had been empty for far longer than the month my mother had been dead.
By Addison J Fulton5 years ago in Fiction
Car-hanging girl doll
The Mumbai-Pune Expressway is a highway that connects Mumbai and Pune. It is said to be a good road for speeding. I had recently purchased a new car, a 1500 cc Verna 4S Fluidic. I was eagerly anticipating the chance to inspect the drive pick-up.
By Brandsandu5 years ago in Fiction
Golden Summer
Shimmers of steam rose from the pavement, making the road look magical. Emma folded back the flap of the tent and stepped out. She stood and looked around. The early morning rain had changed the countryside. The rain had washed the dust and griminess away. The world was clean and new again. Sweet petrichor still filled the air, but as more of the rain evaporated, the thick, cloying heat of the day to come started to appear. The rain did, however, bring the promise of the coming Fall.
By Mayra Martinez5 years ago in Fiction
Whatever 'Witch' Way We Go
I woke up in the middle of the night to a tapping sound at my bedroom window. What could that be? I opened my eyes to my darkened room, where only a slight illumination from a streetlight outside my window could be seen, painted across my ceiling, casting a shadow from a low hanging tree branch. In my mind, I imagined the shadow of a bird landing upon the branch, and a large black raven moving across the room. I could hear my school teacher’s voice in my head, reading some creepy Edgar Allen Poe story. Then I heard that tapping sound again…
By Ryan Barbin aka “Dirt”5 years ago in Fiction
