Horror

Mommy's Boy
Under his mother's thumb from the day, he is born. Mark, a 45-year-old man who still resides at his parent's home. He never knew his father. That man fled when Mark was born. His father was incapable of understanding his wife's mental state, and he could not cope with such a responsibility. She is eight months pregnant and bipolar, and her moods can be very Jekyll and Hyde. One minute nice, the next evil. And, because of the stress, his father dated different women behind Mary's back. When she found out about his additional lovers, she flew at him with a knife. Finally, the family physician, Dr. Brown, admitted Mary into a Mental institution, where she gave birth to Mark. The child's life commenced in foster homes until she is deemed suitable.
By Deborah5 years ago in Fiction
Not on my new carpet...
Turning, I strode to the doors of the chapel and cast them open. It was close to noon, the street leading to my little church was empty. The main street some ways away was busy enough, for a Tuesday. It all seemed..... wrong. Boss fights were supposed to happen in the middle of the night shrouded in darkness that lent to the monsters' power with rain pelting the hero making things all the more difficult.
By I.T.O. Tails5 years ago in Fiction
Chasing Echoes
I looked down at the heart shaped locket that has been around my neck for as long as I can remember. This has been my talisman when my mom died; before all of this started. Before the world fell apart and my biggest problem was I had a bedtime. Terrible things like I was forced to eat vegetables or I had to do homework; I wish those were still my problems. Instead we are in an abandoned house that you can tell was once somebody’s family home that is now destroyed. Ransacked by the original family in their attempt to escape. Pictures and clothes construed throughout the hallways. Pantry had been completely disheveled. It’s a two story Victorian style home with cracked paint on what was once a blue awning. This was once a home of a doctor or someone prestigious.
By Marissa DeShields5 years ago in Fiction
Hunger
The apocalypse is well and truly in swing, no planes fly overhead, no cars drive on these once busy roads and food is scarce, so very scarce and the shortage only seems to be getting worse by the day.
By Jupiterclaw Theface5 years ago in Fiction
House of Endless Days
Food never spoiled in that kitchen. I once left a gallon of milk on the counter and, when I returned to throw it away, condensation coated it still. In the same span, the orchids in the library had blossomed and wilted. That was four days for me. I don’t know how long it was for everything else.
By Robert Currer5 years ago in Fiction
Drifting
The engine dies somewhere around Seattle - not with a bang of smoke, but with a final choke on its very last fuel. Andy isn’t even surprised. After the hellish couple of days they’ve had, this might as well happen.
By Amanda Fernandes5 years ago in Fiction
The Scream
It startled me awake. My hands automatically gripped the beam beneath me, even though I could not remember where I was. How had I allowed myself to close my eyes? Thankfully, some part of me had remembered. It would have been ridiculous to have survived so long, only to have met my end so carelessly. What would it have all been for?
By Whitney Theresa June5 years ago in Fiction
Loose Change
Gareth Cornelius Hale lay motionless on the cold surface of the on-ramp to the Greendale Parkway, tightly gripping his latest invention.
By Scott Matheson5 years ago in Fiction
Monsters in the Woods
News clipping: Search for missing Kelowna teen expands, family offering 50k reward. Nearly a week after Cheryl Ramsey, 18, of Kelowna went missing, the search has ramped up: Her family is now offering a 50k reward in exchange for any information leading to her safe return.
By John Absher5 years ago in Fiction
The Day of Judgement
"How long has it been, thirteen, no fourteen years now. The life in my eyes have flickered and have gone dim. The likely hood I will ever find him is gone, but whether it be passion or vengeance my feet keep marching. I've been asking myself for so long why I don’t just take the time and pray, but with the ever-growing question of, 'Why?' stops me in my tracks. Reality starts to set in, and the collapse of that very notion shelters me. My boy needs me and I, him, that's all there is to it." a deep silent voice spoke.
By Thomas Elizondo5 years ago in Fiction
Desert Morning
The end of the world was exactly what everyone thought it would be. Zombies. I know, right? Turned out there was this virus, carried in meat, that ate away at your brain until you were basically brain dead but breathing and functional. It turned off the pain receptors and emotional connection parts of the brain.
By Rebecca Massek5 years ago in Fiction
The Grave Mistress
The heart-shaped locket swings from the chain around her fingertips. It’s almost a dowsing method that she’s constructed, the metal calling to the blood seeping into the earth below her feet. She breathes in the stale air that tastes of fumes and rot, a mixture known only to a dying earth.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction