Horror
Shadows
Morton was trapped. Lucid, but not quite conscious. Mentally, he was aware of what he was seeing; and it went on, one horrific nightmare at a time. He had tried to keep track, making rough estimations of the duration of each bit of his life that he watched, but it escaped him. He clung to his composure for as long as he was able, but the barrage of horror had proven to be to much. As the wheel of memories spun on, Morton found himself pleading for the end, his own voice echoing through his mind in this new plane of existence.
By Brandon Boyer5 years ago in Fiction
The Box Game
Do you feel lucky? That’s really the only question that matters. It’s a big reason for why the game has gotten so popular. There are no feats of strength or stamina to attempt, no challenges of intellect to conquer, and no social hierarchies to climb. All you have to do is guess, and all that matters is your luck.
By Thomas Kennedy5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate
Artemisia Absinthe was a precocious girl. And while her parents’ boast that she could read by the time she was two was probably an exaggeration springing from parental pride, it was clear to all she was several laps smarter than her older brother, Cyril. Who, even at seven, still lacked the skill to pick his nose - and had never been known to open a book, except to look at the pictures.
By Pitt Griffin5 years ago in Fiction
Recurrence
RECURRENCE Why did it have to be this way? I never asked for much, just the chance to live a peaceful life. Yet, there I was sitting in the hot seat under the spotlight… er… well, interrogation lamp. I had three detectives around me. One of them, a man in a simple white shirt, tie, and suit pants glowered at me from his chair on the other side of the table from where I was sitting. If I remember correctly, that jerk's name was Thomas Masterson; a five-foot-ten-inch tall, two-hundred-thirty-pound slab of hostile meat. I wondered if he'd ever been laid. While Thomas glared, there's this other man steadily walking around the table in the center of that plain room asking questions. Honestly, the questions he asked were just completely redundant.
By Timothy S Purvis5 years ago in Fiction
The Optician
As with most of the small towns in the world, not much out of the ordinary happened in the quaint town of Westvale. Indeed, the city itself was little more than a few rural streets dotted with residences, farms, and a few businesses and other amenities, such as a courthouse, a small hospital, and a modest police station. The ground in Westvale was fertile and green enough to grow crops, or at least enough crops for the little town to prosper, but the surrounding land out of town was more desolate. Much like the ground beneath them, the people of Westvale were a tight-knit and isolated community. Everyone knew everyone else, and they liked to keep it that way. Over the years, the people of Westvale naturally resisted change, and so it was as if the rest of the world had almost moved forward without them. Even so, the people of Westvale were happy in their own world, isolated from the bigger, more progressive cities and towns that weren’t quite so far away. And, presiding over this quaint town was Mayor Linus Redford, a slender, bespectacled middle-aged man who had been appointed as mayor of Westvale only a few months prior.
By Aaron Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Blood Is Thicker Than Chocolate
Pure ecstasy swims through Mrs. Sarah Roth’s mouth as she takes the first bite of chocolate blackberry cake. The moist cake melts in her mouth and is quickly followed by a sweet fruity frosting. A jolt of tangy blackberry tickles her seasoned palate.
By Lucifer Divinitas5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate Cake
Weeks had gone by since Omar had a good night's sleep. His bloodshot eyes felt heavy as he tried to concentrate on the empty country road. It was still too early for traffic. His head yearned for a pillow even though he felt comfortable in his gray hoodie. There were an obscene amount of coffee cups lying around in his car. He was trying to stay awake but his body was betraying him: dozing off at the most inconvenient of times.
By A.R. Minhas5 years ago in Fiction
