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Infinity Wheel Chapter Two
“Chew slow” thought Weety as he clutched the turkey sandwich from Miss Miriam. It was good medicine. “You have to take good medicine slow”. That’s what the doctors told him a long time ago. Bad medicine was different. It hit fast and hard and there was no choice.
By Hollye B. Green5 years ago in Horror
Kill Screen
She walked up to the front door of Adelardo's Pizza just as the men were unloading the new addition. It had been years since she'd seen an authentic arcade cabinet, let alone a vintage one like this – original panels judging by the decades of scuffs and whacks by impatient brats. They moved the machine into a corner between the big window facing the street and a row of booths and returned it to life with a snap of sparks.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Horror
Becoming A Vampire
This house sat just outside of the rest of society in New Orleans. There was a coven of nine vampires in all that lived here together. The youngest and newest in the coven was this kid named Jeffery Lewis. He grow up around these parts but not really from nowhere. His dad was hardly ever home when they had a place to call home that is! His dad spent most of his time at the bar and with being at the bar that is where the money went as well. His mother stayed around for the most part when she wasn't old doing something.
By Danyel Fields5 years ago in Horror
It sounded human...
Those days were bleak and somber. My mother would exclusively care for my baby sister, providing her with all of the bare necessities a baby would need. At least, far better than she had ever provided for me. In her coal eyes, the first born was always seen as more of a curse than as a blessing. I would frequently overhear her praying at odd times of the day and of the night. Praying to someone or something that I had no idea even existed. But I knew she was praying. I knew this because of the way her frail hands were either pressed together or holding rosary beads. Sometimes she would squeeze her rosary so hard she would puncture her palms, letting her old blood coat the beads a deep red.
By Kale Sinclair5 years ago in Horror
The Wedding Dress
As the movers drove off, Susan entered her new home - an old Victorian-style house, with drafty windows and creaky floors. The house had been purchased in an estate sale at a bargain price and she had fallen in love with it. A good coat of paint was needed and quite a few repairs, but it was all hers.
By Catherine Valente5 years ago in Horror
Dining on Misfortune
George Graham set his fork down on the empty plate with a clank. He folded his hands across his generous stomach and leaned back in his chair, smiling. He loved Chinese food, especially from Moon of China down on Main. He made sure to treat himself to sweet and sour chicken and an egg roll at least once a week. Often, he had it twice. He was lucky he got it at all today, though. When he went to pick up his food, he thought the bag felt lighter than usual. Before leaving the restaurant, he opened the bag and checked inside. Sure enough, those idiots had given him the wrong order. He was enraged. He was a regular customer—they should know better than to mess up his order. He told the girl at the counter as much, and demanded his correct meal and his money back. He'd go back, of course—they had the best food in town—but he told the girl he'd never come back if they messed his order up again. George didn't like when restaurants screwed up his order. It was unprofessional, and worst of all, it inconvenienced him. He didn't like to wait for food.
By Becks Byrne5 years ago in Horror
Dear Marionette
I first off want to apologize to you my love for taking so long in getting back to you. I'm frankly aware that the duration between now and my last letter has been several months. I deeply regret this span of time but you must realize that my "work" keeps me very busy. Some days I am so occupied with my tasks that I scarcely have time to sit down and eat, let alone commit my thoughts to pen and paper. Nevertheless, my feelings for you can never change, nor can any testament of time serve to diminish their intensity. My darling...there are times when I've cried like a child realizing that you no longer share this warm bed beside me. I still can smell the sweetness of your hair and taste the soft nectar of your wet cherry lips. If it were at all possible I would reach up and snatch a handful of the very stars themselves, only to see the smile on your face as I hand them to you as a gift.
By jamie kene5 years ago in Horror
