Horror
Frozen Fear
Deep below it slumbered, its features frozen and glassy beneath the solid plane of the pond. Scaled and serpentine in likeness, its glazed eyes staring lifelessly up through the thick tundra that held it captive, shimmering from the occasional rays of winter sun that penetrated deep enough below surface.
By Nicholas Alexander5 years ago in Fiction
Bunker Horror
to Robsmy The bathroom is the one place I have a little privacy. It’s so small I can sit on the toilet, wash a hand in the sink, wash another in the shower and rest my feet against the door to keep Mom from barging in. But I forgot, so the door opened while I was journaling.
By sandra landin5 years ago in Fiction
Actually, Dude, Exactly No One Says the World Will End in Ice
Joshua and I had an ongoing argument about what was more authentic. He liked to bid on auctions or maybe he'd go to somebody's garage sale and buy up shoeboxes full of old postcards. To me, that wasn't the least bit real, that was buying it.
By Amethyst Qu5 years ago in Fiction
Death By Chocolate
It’s the second day since the zombie apocalypse started and all Jared can go on about is how much he wants chocolate cake. It probably doesn’t help that it’s his birthday, but you’d think the man would have some priorities about living through a zombie apocalypse. But no, all he can think about is having chocolate cake for his birthday.
By Taylor Ellwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Hangman's Barn
I’m not one to hang myself half-seriously. On the contrary, I carefully planned the circumstances of my death; and while I did so, I did not anticipate how long it would take for death to finally come. And so I’m still here, hanging - obediently, rather as a dog waits at the end of its leash - for what seems an inordinate length of time.
By Willa Chernov5 years ago in Fiction
The Web She Wove
Prologue Deep in the dark of night Lilly lay motionless in her bed. Her hands clutching the folds of her bedsheets, drawing them tight against her face. Looming over the foot of her bed was the prickly body and legs of a spider. She screamed but only a raspy croaking sound escaped. Wide-eyed with terror she watched as the enormous front legs tapped further up the bed, measuring the outline of her body before moving forward. The little girl once again croaked out a scream. “Mom!” but the sound barely made it past her lips. Finally, she just screamed. At first, the sound was a muffled squeak but as the spider advanced the scream took hold and grew in volume. This wasn’t a dream.
By Cynthia Mudge5 years ago in Fiction
The Vanishing
The Vanishing Randy drove down the winding gravel road aimlessly trying to figure out his next move. He’d almost missed the gravel turn off from the highway, but spotted the narrow entrance at the last minute in the fading sunlight. At first he’d thought it might be a private entry to a distant house, but the farther he drove, he began to think it was just a long forgotten old road. The large trees bowed over the road superstitiously, causing Randy to feel uneasy. He’d never outgrown his fear of the forest, but he didn’t have the luxury of being choosy. With the police hot on his trail, he needed somewhere secluded to hideout until things settled down. He decided to pullover so he could gather his thoughts.
By Robin Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
Broadside
Broadside Silver, dark, custed-up, ancient ashtrays needed to make a comeback. Hot rods needed to make a comeback. Cram soared along the empty highway, pushing 130. One of the benefits of being in this county for his entire life was that he knew when and where the porkos would be. If a serial killer ever figured out their simple and unrefined routines of Milligan and his bootlickers, there’d be a lot of bodies piling up. Fuck, they wouldn’t even notice unless the person was a) white, b) an attractive woman, and c) someone they knew.
By Leif Conti-Groome5 years ago in Fiction
