Horror
Meet Me In Cali
His labored breathing shatters the still air with all the subtleness of a screeching car alarm. His heartbeat is drumming in his chest, practically calling danger to him. He is betrayed and, potentially, doomed by his own body, though it is guilty only of doing its damnedest to keep him alive.
By Kai K Colby5 years ago in Fiction
The family jewels
It had been baking hot for days. Today the forecast was calling for late afternoon thundershowers. It was also mom’s birthday, and her gift was a new flower garden. This weather would be perfect. I will get the weed material and the plants in the ground and mulched by the time the storm comes along to water them.
By Brenda Gooding5 years ago in Fiction
A Horror on Aubertoise Avenue: The First Visit
"Aghhh!" My heart races as I lurch forward. My eyes bounce around the darkened room looking for something tangible to lock onto. I register where I am, my bedroom. My breathing evens and my heart begins to slow.
By William Michael Reid5 years ago in Fiction
The Lucus Family Farm
The year was 1968, Benjamin Lucus was on his way to Lewistown, Montana. He always dreamt of having A cattle farm of his own, and today it was finally coming true. Benjamin sold his home in Nebraska, and he and his family made their way to the new Lucus Family Farm.
By Stephanie Downard5 years ago in Fiction
You Got Read!
As soon as Elle opened her eyes to the web-infested rafters above her, she knew something was wrong. Where am I? She slowly got up. There were tires propped against the wall beside her, bales of rotting hay strewn about the floor. Light was shining everywhere through the broken slats, striping the barren space around her with sun. It hurt her eyes, and her head pounded.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Barn
“Alright boys, settle down. You’ll want to hear this.” "Forty-nine years ago, an old man, much older than yourselves, came to explore these woods with his wife. They parked their car about thirty miles South of here and began to hike. Legend has it that there are secrets in these parts. Some older than all of us put together. For years, these secrets have brought folks from near and far, curious to see what they can find. They’ve all ended up leaving real disappointed until this man and his wife stumbled upon the barn."
By Elaina Finney5 years ago in Fiction
Tink Tink Tink
Its been raining this past week. Hard. When it finally seems like it’s going to let up and the sun will have its moment to shine bright in a cloudless sky, there is another crack of thunder and the rain pounds harder on the old tin roof. Tink Tink Tink. We have been saved from the wet by this roof. No matter how many old stories my mother used to tell me about how the sounds of the rain on the metal shingles would sooth her, the noise still rattles me down to my bones. It doesn’t sound comforting to me. It sounds akin to nails on a chalk board. The sound of death tapping on your window beckoning you to let him in. And it just never lets up.
By Jesse Wiedemann5 years ago in Fiction
