Horror
The Family Farm
Demons can smell out a troubled soul quicker than a pile of shit can attract a swarm of flies, and we had an infestation of both. It was the middle of summer when I went to visit my dying father. The crops were half-grown, my clothes clung to my skin, my throat was dry, and I was tired of driving.
By Josh Ripperger5 years ago in Fiction
When the Woods Call your Name
Growing up in the country, Elijah knew better than to wander at night. Every evening, as dusk coated the sky he would check the old barn in the back and ensure the horses were safe, fed, and watered. On this particular evening, after he'd closed the barn door with a wooden thump, he heard a whinny from the forest surrounding their property. He was positive that all his family's horses were safe inside the barn, but it was possible that a horse had escaped from a neighboring farm. He knew better, but he felt confident that he could find the horse and return before his parents noticed anything amiss.
By Nicole Beverly5 years ago in Fiction
Ansel-Turner Disease
February 14, Year Zero "Okay, Mr. Ansel, you're going to feel a little prick." Janek Ansel chuckled weakly as the phlebotomist inserted the needle into his vein. "Oh, my dear boy, I've been dealing with little pricks all my life. You learn to ignore them eventually."
By Josh O'Neill5 years ago in Fiction
Bottom of the Food Chain (Chapter 1)
A Story Bottom of the food chain Dechlan TOMSETT Prologue - “I can’t remember when my neighbours weren’t trying to eat me, when I could step outside without looking over my shoulder or surveying my arcs every couple seconds or so. I was never a stranger to conflict or gunfire but this... this relentless enemy that didn’t follow your conventional fighting methods, now, I wasn’t used to this.” - Corporal Christian Mathers, 2024.
By Dechlan Tomsett5 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer
Alice filled her lungs with the cool breeze that wafted in through her dark basement window. She’d been renting this dank dungeon suite for nearly five years, but the house had been rooted here since 1946. Though the ceiling came down to just a few inches above her head, this was the one place where she felt she could stand tall. This was her sanctuary, her bat-cave, her anything she needed it to be. When the world outside felt like chaos, she could always slump solidly into her favourite chair or snuggle with the many pillows and blankets on her soft bed.
By Kharah Black5 years ago in Fiction
The Zombie Apocalypse Barn
The day the zombie apocalypse happened, Jared and I were working on our farm. He was running the tractor over the fields, to make them fallow, while I was going through the seed inventory to figure out what we needed to order. Neither of us were much for watching the news, but I had the radio turned on and was listening to some classical music when the music was interrupted.
By Taylor Ellwood5 years ago in Fiction
My favorite day
Today was Halloween, my favorite day of the year. Getting to dress up on top of loving all things spooky. Of course, most people just get wasted hoping to score on Halloween. I already had scoped out all the parties tonight to make sure I go to the one that will have the most people there.
By Melinda Cooper5 years ago in Fiction
