thriller

These Green Eyes Don't Cry. Content Warning.
If you're reading this, I need you to help me. They've shut me in here and I can't get out. I've got to get out. I have to find him. I love him. And he loves me. I think. His friends love me, too. I think. They all did. A few times.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Silens Praesidium. Content Warning.
Drip drop drip The cold of the drips to his face roused him. Brian woke with screaming from what felt like the worst nighmare he had ever experienced. Hyperventilating, he struggled to focus on the dark and cold surroundings. In fact he could barely move his head. It felt like his neck was firmly strapped down.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
A Quiet Cafe
A Quiet Café D. A. Ratliff I approached the café where we were meeting and rehearsed what I wanted to say. At least, what he expected me to say. Would it be the truth? No. That wasn’t part of the game we were playing—only he didn’t know it was a game.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Hourglass
Legend had it that whoever controlled the hourglass held dominion over time itself. Many had sought its power, but none had succeeded in unlocking its secrets. Until, that is, the day a humble apprentice named Aria stumbled upon the tower while exploring the forbidden woods.
By Syed Shahmeer2 years ago in Fiction
My Lonely Home in the Mysterious Forest
In the heart of an ancient forest, where whispers lingered among the trees and shadows danced with the light, there stood a solitary cabin—a haven for those drawn to the mysteries of the wilderness. Within its weathered walls, amidst the fragrance of pine and the soft glow of candlelight, a journey of solitude and discovery unfolded. Here, amidst the secrets of the forest, one soul sought solace and found a world of wonder, where the line between reality and enchantment blurred with every breath of wind. Join me on a journey into the depths of the woods, where tales of solitude, mystery, and timeless connection await.
By V parame2 years ago in Fiction
"The Midnight Movie: A Real Horror Story"
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled within the dense woods, there stood an old, dilapidated cinema known as the Midnight Theater. Its marquee, once vibrant with neon lights, now flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows on the deserted street. The Midnight Theater was infamous among the locals for its unsettling history—a history that whispered of tragedies and unexplained disappearances.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
~Fantastical!~ The Fairytale! Part 3!
~ A Night and a Day!~ Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, He did… The first night past And then the first day Came and went, So night befell again.
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Fiction
Badger's Encounter
Big Foot was gone instantly. “How can that brown shaggy creature disappear in this snow?” Myron asked. Angry it had kicked his dog, he was now in stalk mode, his scope over his shoulder.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
HeartWing Beat
The storm is gone but the freeze remains. I was one with the sky and I am now part of the snow. Bright white clouds my eyes. My shattered wings cling to my body. Jagged cold talons pierce between my feathers. But my heart still beats. Tiny newhatch wings pound in my chest.
By Em E. Lee2 years ago in Fiction
The Unseen Grasp
In the soft glow of his phone screen, Alex's excitement bubbled as he exchanged messages with Damien on Grindr. The mysterious user had a charming way with words, and the prospect of a rendezvous filled Alex with a mix of anticipation and nerves. Little did he know that the shadows of the past were already whispering their warnings.From the early days of their digital interaction, a spectral presence lingered on the fringes of Alex's consciousness. At first, it manifested subtly – a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye, a chilling breeze that seemed to carry a distant murmur. Alex, dismissive of the supernatural, brushed off these occurrences as products of his imagination. Perhaps stress from work or the strain of daily life was playing tricks on his mind.As his exchanges with Damien deepened, so too did the warnings from the unseen entity. The ghostly presence grew more insistent, attempting to communicate through Alex's dreams and sending cryptic messages reflected in mirrors. But Alex, firmly grounded in rationality, attributed these eerie happenings to stress-induced hallucinations.
By Yogitha S2 years ago in Fiction
Hunted
Laura gasped for breath as she cowered against a tree. Sleet whipped at her face as the wind howled, fiercely casting freshly lain snow back into the air. She trembled as she tried to slow her breathing. Where were the others?
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Fiction
Footprints
Snow flurried around her as she stood in silence, frowning at the cabin. The calming quiet of thick, fresh snow, surrounded her.
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Fiction