Horror
The Sand Trap
It was hot as he trudged through the hot, hot sand. Hot as his throat burnt with thirst. Hot as the sun beat a rhythm on his head, his blood as percussion.
Rachel DeemingPublished 40 minutes ago in FictionStarlight Manor
It takes Alois about thirty minutes of talking about the institution of sorcery and all of its evils before he even attempts to show her how to use it.
angela hepworthPublished about 3 hours ago in Fiction- AI-Generated
The Whispering Woods
In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where ancient trees creaked and swayed in the gentle breeze, a young girl named Lily wandered, searching for secrets. Her wild curls bounced with each step, and her bright green eyes sparkled with curiosity. She had heard whispers of a mystical clearing deep within the woods, where the trees shared their wisdom with those who listened.
Chinenye Olusola OkaforPublished about 14 hours ago in Fiction SHADOWS OF THE FORGOTTEN
Chapter 7: The Revelation As Sarah delved deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of Blackthorn Manor, she could feel the weight of the darkness pressing down upon her, suffocating her with its malevolent presence. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind seemed to echo with a sinister resonance, as if the very walls themselves were alive with malevolent intent.
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Jane Doe
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Lamar WigginsPublished a day ago in Fiction Hellraiser: Seconds of Suffering
Perry Bordeaux is staring across the street at the Le Carne antique store. He is nervous but jittery as he walks across the busy street to enter the store. When he walk in he looks around and finds not a customer or store associate in sight as he begins to look around. On his way to the front desk Perry makes a mental note of all the ancient looking pieces of art on the walls and stands that fill the store. When he gets to the front counter he suddenly hears a creek behind him and quickly looks back towards the entrance and finds nothing there but the possessions of the store. When Perry turns around he is startled by a man dressed in an all black garment staring at him with a facial expression that was half serious and half a smile.
Joe PattersonPublished a day ago in FictionA Black Tie Specialty
Paul sets the table with their finest silverware and china. Chrystal glasses shining. Markβs dressing in his newest tuxedo, looking fantastically handsome as always.
Colleen MillsteedPublished a day ago in FictionStarlight Manor
When Lise returns to her room, Alois is still nowhere to be found. Numbly, she crawls back into bed and tucks her head between her knees, pulling the covers over her head.
angela hepworthPublished a day ago in Fiction- Content WarningAI-Generated
The Man From The Coffee Shop
The cafΓ© on the corner of Maple Street was a haven of warm lights and soft music. Emma had been coming here for years, finding solace in its cozy corners and the hum of quiet conversations. Today, however, her usual routine was disrupted.
Reaper SamaPublished a day ago in Fiction Dark blood shadows
In a remote town in the United States, there is an old legend about vampires. The town, called Shadow Town, is said to have been a thriving trading center hundreds of years ago, but a sudden plague turned it into a living hell. After the plague, the residents of the town mysteriously disappeared, leaving only empty houses and strange sounds at night.
Motel Blackouts
I know she can taste the liquor on my tongue, but it doesn't stop her from pulling me by the arm into her motel room. She's laughing as she throws me forward and shuts the door behind her, a giggle. For a minute everything feels cute and endearing, but then I realize the entire room is blacked out. I can't see her at all, and the anxiety starts to roll in.
The Fading
Amelia clutched the chipped teacup tighter, finding a pitiful solace in its glow against the encroaching cool that seemed to seep from the very walls. The old Victorian house, nestled amidst murmuring pines on the desolate coast, had always exuded a reserved quality, but lately, it felt undeniably hostile.
Md. Sayhanul ArifPublished 2 days ago in Fiction