Horror

Into The Great Beyond
Outside the airlock viewport, nebulous tendrils of incomprehensible colors slithered. Captain Leshford undid his oxygen hose.
By Matthew J. Fromm11 days ago in Fiction
When What's To Come, Arrives, Or Does It?
They stood together and watched the sky like drunken toddlers on a rampage. Eyes darting every which way frightened by the slightest movement and jumping at every sound, allowing their excitement and fear to build, distorting what was really happening.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 days ago in Fiction
Dhurandhar The Revenge: A Story of Pain and Justice
Some stories stay with us not because of action or drama, but because they reflect emotions we quietly carry within ourselves. Dhurandhar The Revenge feels like one of those stories. It is not just about revenge. It is about loss, silence, and the slow burning need for justice that grows when someone is pushed too far. Many people are drawn to stories like this because they explore what happens when an ordinary person faces extraordinary pain. Dhurandhar The Revenge speaks to that feeling. It raises questions about right and wrong, about patience and anger, and about how far someone can go when they have nothing left to lose. This is what makes the story meaningful and worth exploring in depth.
By Muqadas khan11 days ago in Fiction
Siren's Call. Content Warning.
Being awake at two in the morning on a Saturday meant one of two things. Outrageously depressed and spiraling on life or outrageously drunk at a beach holding back a vomit. Ergo was the second one. He buried his face in his arms on the railing. That last buzz ball did it for him. He could feel his stomach churning and screaming at him for doing it. His eyes began to water, and snot dripped down to his lip. He wanted to apologize. To whom? Himself? He did it, he made those choices. He drew a sharp breath, it was blocked by the burning liquid coming up. Ergo had less than a second to think. “Move my legs, don’t throw up on the shoes. Bend over far enough not to get anything on my clothes. Aim for the sand. What could be coming up? The tacos from earlier? I think I’m good, nope—” chunky red liquid shot out of his mouth. Dry heave, then again. He fell back onto the pier head spinning. The stars turned halfway and reset back and began to turn again. It wasn’t tacos, it was the bacon wrapped hotdog. He could smell the bacon on his breath.
By K.I.M.12 days ago in Fiction
Books And Covers
*** "Bones in a bag," was how they described her. Meat covered eye candy. Little did they know, she had an appetite for stranger things.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 days ago in Fiction
The Blinding Dark. Content Warning.
There was a dark place on the edge of the marsh. No one could quite describe precisely how it was dark. It wasn’t that there was a persistent shadow, and it had nothing to do with the underbrush. One couldn’t really call it a thicket. Every aspect of it could be seen clearly: every branch and leaf and blade of reed grass. Nor did the fog tend to gather there in excess. If anything, it wasn’t necessarily a visual darkness, but rather a feeling.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden12 days ago in Fiction
Beneath the Blood-Red Sky
Dearest Count, I am afraid to tell you that I will not be able to fulfil my duties. I had thought I would kneel at your feet as you darkened the bright city lights of London with your terror, feasting upon the crimson sustenance so readily offered by wench and gentleman alike.
By Paul Stewart12 days ago in Fiction
The Phone That Rang From Tomorrow
Adil never believed in fate. He believed in logic, routine, and predictable outcomes. That’s why he worked as a system analyst, where everything followed patterns.
By Salman Writes12 days ago in Fiction
The Door That Only Opens Once
Hamza had lived in the apartment for two years. Nothing unusual ever happened. Until the door appeared. It was late evening when he first noticed it.
By Salman Writes12 days ago in Fiction
Knife Triangle
“No, I’ve never cheated on my boyfriend,” Everet said, wondering why his tone was masking an invitation as a statement. “Do you think that might change tonight?” Luca asked seductively.
By Travis Dylan12 days ago in Fiction
The Coin That Wouldn’t Leave
The man found the coin on the sidewalk after the St. Patrick’s Day parade ended. The street was still littered with green confetti, plastic beads, and crushed beer cans. Crowds were thinning out as people staggered toward bars or rides home.
By V-Ink Stories12 days ago in Fiction
The Parade That Never Ends
The woman had only meant to watch the parade for a few minutes. She was in the city for a short business trip, staying in a downtown hotel overlooking several busy streets. When she stepped outside that afternoon, the entire district had been transformed for St. Patrick’s Day.Green banners hung from every streetlight.
By V-Ink Stories12 days ago in Fiction