...What I do know is that after patiently enduring the next few hours with these little people and their little, sheep-like lives, I will…
Loosely inspired by an old nightmare I used to have, and the desire to write something fun for Halloween…
Mr. Bantors’ heartless gloom, / Gut wrenching fear in every room, / Not many could handle to spend the night, / Most would flea due to the f…
She lay slumped over, twitching. Popping up, she crawled toward me on all fours, her eyeballs pitch black.
This piece of flash fiction was written in 2005. It was published in FlashShot (Year Three), Issue 885 on April 10, 2005. Enjoy and let me know what you think! / CREATION INFORMATION Medium: Writing – Flash Fiction, Suspense/Horror, Humor Tools: Microsoft Word, My Brain/Imagination Topic: the Supernatural, Humor
What’s that smell? Fresh meat.
Here is a little story which inspired me as I was walking through the woods not far from where I live.
Satan’s spawns, rise like plants from the ground! / Sounds of suffering, fills the air! / The stench from decaying corpses, overtakes your …
I was listening to my old Misfits Vynols today, and kinda got motivated by this!
“Please, sir. I need a ride up the road.” Teresa pleaded with the man… Against her better judgment, Teresa stepped in through the op…
Influenced by a Youtube video, this story is meant to grip the reader up to the final twist.
Piles of human skulls, litter as far as the eye can see! / You can still see it’s face! / Insanity is within arms reach.
Okay what have you guys done to me? Well due to an outstanding show of support for my darker work, it’s back! For a while there I was expressing the beautiful side, inside me. (If that makes sense?) For example, Love, happiness, joy, yuk! LOL
From a distance, she was certainly a pretty young mom. Dark hair, slim figure. The little girl holding her hand was an adorable miniatu…
‘She appears to be dragging some kind of large tin tub into the middle of the yard.’
How do you describe the evil that resides within the clothing of innocence…Remember the big bad wolf before he gobbled up granny….Here we see a picture of sweetness and angelic bliss about to create fowl murder in the pool….. / Shudder shudder..recoil with this shocking horror.
DYSTOPIA
“We don’t need ours, Human Race to live in Perfect Harmony”
Lightning flared across the sky and in the quiet distance the thunder reverberated as clouds darkened above.
short horror story
“But what it did to those people was so,” He paused, “Disturbing, that the information was never released to the general public.”
Based on a very elaborate dream I had in which I was a student in this high school. The story goes on to tell how myself and a small group of friends survived the initial wave of attack only to be locked in something similar to a concentration camp where the people around us were slowly being killed off.
I didn’t want to look up. But I did. Only to find that there was nothing on the stage but the Electro-Box and a bright pink cell phone.
Based on a very elaborate dream I had in which I was a student in this high school. The story goes on to tell how myself and a small group of friends survived the initial wave of attack only to be locked in something similar to a concentration camp where the people around us were slowly being killed off.
Someone farther ahead screamed. My heart seemed to stop in my chest. A light apeared up ahead of me. The scream stopped.
Based on a very elaborate dream I had in which I was a student in this high school. The story goes on to tell how myself and a small group of friends survived the initial wave of attack only to be locked in something similar to a concentration camp where the people around us were slowly being killed off.
“Where are we?” Angie asked through chattering teeth. / I looked around. “I have no idea.” I told her. The room was white now, with nothin…
Based on a very elaborate dream I had in which I was a student in this high school. The story goes on to tell how myself and a small group of friends survived the initial wave of attack only to be locked in something similar to a concentration camp where the people around us were slowly being killed off.
A hose in the door way sprayed us raw, pushed us up against the wall. Then they came in, men in dark blue uniforms, came in and grabbed us
Based on a very elaborate dream I had in which I was a student in this high school. The story goes on to tell how myself and a small group of friends survived the initial wave of attack only to be locked in something similar to a concentration camp where the people around us were slowly being killed off.
The sun and moon / Are laid to rest, / The night’s as black / As raven’s breast, / And beasties will do / What they do best, / My Dear.
Probably pulling the covers over your head will really work / Maybe a diet so you’ll be too thin / Oh, what to do?
The funny thing was, she couldn’t hear herself scream.
Written a few years ago & lifted from the vault. Inspired by that horrible feeling you get after a bad dream. The first few moments of your day a muddle as you figure out what is real, or that unsettling feeling that / follows you for a while….anyways, a bit of mild gothic horror…
A Shadow crept by the tents. The fire flickered, as the shadow bent down. The light went out, blackness covered the camp grounds, silence…
When I wrote this, I didn’t have a very good vocabulary. So it’s not as good as it could be, but I changed it up a little on one part, because it didn’t have enough detail. But, all in all, I kept it very much the same as how it was when I first wrote it. So, sorry if it’s not the best thing in the world. ABOUT THE STORY: / It might be a little bit confusing, and you might not truly understand what’s going on. Where of which, I might have a horrible vocabulary, but my mind is very complex. So, I’ll tell you what the story means, and what its really about: -So, the stories about the darkness, and the shadows in the darkness. Basically, its about the unknown. This story takes place while, me or myself, is asleep, although it doesn’t actually have to do with me, or sleeping. It’s not my dream, and it’s not fake, yet it’s not completely real either. Sorry if this is confusing, but I’m trying to tell you what it truly is about. Basically, the shadow is just the feeling, not something real, not the shadow of something, and not something you can see, but something that you can feel is there, like a ghost sort of, i guess. Have you ever been walking down the street or sitting somewhere, maybe theres people, maybe theres not, maybe no ones even around, but yet you feel like someones watching you, or someones there, or maybe you hear your name being called and you look around, but no one was calling you, almost like it was the wind? Well, this story is kinda like that. Except instead of my writing the story in a persons perspective, i wrote it just in general. So, instead of me being scared of it, or confused, its just IT in general. The story is about the creepy sound, or the feeling, but not about you or me. It’s about the feeling without the person, just the feeling by itself. Do you get what I mean? It’s just…Mysterious!! It’s about what happens when your not there, but happens when your not looking. Like when you come home and something is in a different place than where you left it and you wonder how it got there, or when it seems as though something, someone or some animal is having a conversation with something or someone else in their mind, but not like a real conversation but like, something more…..effective, something that we don’t know about or is unknown. Something confusing that we don’t understand. Like, unconsciously thinking something that your conscious mind doesn’t know about, or doesn’t even realize is happening. Like, when you don’t know your thinking, or you don’t realize your paying attention, but later you have information on something and you don’t know how you got it, but somehow your unconscious mind picked it up. I don’t know how to explain it very well, although it’s crystal clear in my mind. But, I don’t want to write anymore, so I hope you got it. If not….whatever!? THANKS FOR READING!! =]
On a fullmoon on Halloween / You’ll see a spirit of a queen / with long grey hair and a dress so bright / by a church on Halloween night
An evil santa!!!!
A poem about a very creepy Christmas Eve
A creepy poem about Santa’s Grotto
Another Christmas chill about Santa’s Grotto isn’t what it seems
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