Unnamed tale 1Oldtown Brooks, 19:45, Twilight.Unnamed tale 11 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gleaming sun slowly drowning into the sea, briefly obstructed by buildings as the liesurely stroll passes them over. long shadows spreading like treebranches of gloom, signaling a start of darkness. pitter patter of other footsteps in the streets, town life dying along with the day, doors slamming shut in fear of the tar blackness that would soon consume all. the side road makes for good business, no windows, and not many eyes would peer inside. only desperate runners who need home and quick. There worries are empty, cause it does not matter. its night now, realm of owls and me. Kidneys for oil. business is flourishing.
Ah one of my willing volunteers. Small talk, typical. the dark makes them nervous. Apparently my business is prolific and well known, as i have made the local paper. I thank them for there kind words and get down to business, wrestling always makes for good exercise, but the mess is inevitable along with it. the screaming is the most ann
Published Work In Enchanting HorrorsPublished Work In Enchanting Horrors2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I Published a Short Story and Poem In Enchanting Horrors: More Tales From the Darkest Corners of the Web
The book collection put together by Kenneth Kohl.
My poem, ‘Social Disconnection’ appears on page 169.
My story, ‘The Tale of Applena’ appears on page 173.
My short story, ‘The Tale of Applena’ and my poem, ‘Social Disconnection’ have been published in this literary collection.
You can purchase the collection from this link: https://www.createspace.com/5282848
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Published Two Stories in Delightful HorrorsPublished Two Stories in Delightful Horrors2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I Published Two Stories In Delightful Horrors: Tales From the Darkest Corners of the Web
The book collection was put together by Kenneth Kohl.
My story, ‘Don’t Eat The Sandwiches’ appears on page 5.
My story, ‘Paranormal HQ TV’ appears on page 115.
Two of my stories, ‘Don’t Eat The Sandwiches’ and ‘Paranormal HQ TV’ have been published in this literary collection.
You can purchase the collection from this link: https://www.createspace.com/5276920
You can purchase it from Amazon at this link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1507694792/
Here is the Kindle edition: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SP5VPJW/
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An ending I used (well, tried to) a while ago “Sir, what are you talking about?” asked the receptionist.An ending I used (well, tried to) a while ago2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Ma’am, I’ve told you already, I need mental help and I’d like to check myself into your facility!” Grayson said rather sternly, raising the duffle bag in his hand to further his point. The receptionist looked at him for a moment, as if he had sprung another head right before her eyes.
“Sir, this facility has been closed for more than thirty years.”
Grayson shot her a confused look then turned around for a moment, watching as the other patients went about their business.
“Then what the HELL are you all doing here?!"
He took his gaze off the receptionist and looked around the room, watching the patients once again. He watched a young man, no older than twenty-one solve a puzzle with hi
'The mute'The voices, I remember them well. Always asking me 'why?' Before they let out singsong screams before as they are cleansed by my hand. You know, I just realized. I've never been able to answer that question...why do I enjoy the feeling of warm, sticky blood coating my fingers? The feeling of a hammer smashing in their skulls repeatedly, until nothing is left but a cold, mangled corpse bathing in its own blood...hmm...I grew up without parents, my older sister nika was the only family I had and we were still young at the time. Just two pups wandering alone in the frozen tundra of Russia's capital but at least we had each other, that's all that matters right? Family is all you need right? That's what sestra told me but it didn't help that I was cold, my tattered and ripped attire offered little protection from the harsh weather. It burned like fire on the pale surface of my flesh, causing it to go a light red but still, I'd never complain. Somehow knowing that Nika was with me, made the'The mute'6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Friends to the endFriends to the end.Friends to the end6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
little Jim was only about 8 years old he didn't have a whole lot of friends as most little kids did In fact he didn't have any at all but he did have a big imagination, one rather active for a 8 year old and in having so he would spend most of his days playing by himself in his back yard under the large maple tree. He would always use imagination to do what ever he wanted he was a good kid and never did anything he wasn't supposed to do . But his parents still were concerned that he did not try to bring himself to make new friends at school, sure he was still young but he never said more then 2 words to a person that wasn't his own folks….but his parents thought he would come out of his shell sooner or later……..
Well it was like another day Jim was playing pirate under the maple Tree. He had his wooden sword and all and was just enjoying the sunlight to himself. Intact he was enjoying playing so much that he did not not
NobodyDark nothingness. That's all that remained. They had gotten the others. And I mean all of them. It was so quiet that I could hear my own blood dripping. Water splashed in my stomach. I took a deep breath in. My eyes closed, not that it mattered. It was pitch black anyways. My hands grasped the axe even tighter. There was a splatter of dry blood on the blade from when they came and I chopped off the head. Their wings always scared me. They always seemed on fire. I took another deep breath. I didn't want to look outside because they could be out there. But I took a huge chance. I slowly let go of the axe handle with my left hand and grasped it even tighter with my right. There were finally groans outside. And deep, heavy breathing. I slowly, carefully, and silently turned my head. I peeked out the window. My impulses kicked in suddenly and before I knew it, the axe flew at the boards on the windows and there was a breaking sound. They flew in, swarming around me. They took the axe from mNobody11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In The GardenIn The Garden.In The Garden15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“There’s something in the garden,” Muttered Ivan under his breath as he sat on a small wooden stool in the kitchen, “I heard it rustling and whispering behind those overgrown rhododendrons.”
Margaret, Ivan’s fiancée of thirteen years, glanced over at Ivan from where she was leaning her spindly frame on the kitchen counter sipping at a cup of hot black coffee. Her blonde fringe hung down over her eyebrows as she rolled her eyes and smiled gently, “It’s probably a cat Ivan. There were squirrels out there the other day – maybe it was a cat stalking something?”
“It’s bigger than a cat,” Replied Ivan, staring warily at the back door, as if he were waiting for the brass handle to turn by itself, “It was watching me.” He hissed, “I could feel its glare resting on me.”
“Nonsense,” Margaret insisted, “It’s a rubbish day to be out in the garden anyway
The Tall ManThe child cried out for her parents, believing she heard a noise in her room. When her father inspected, he found nothing and dismissed it as her having a bad dream, so he left her to sleep again. He was later called once again, but this time his daughter sounded more panicked. He went to her room again, leaving the lights off , believing it to be another bad dream. At such a young age, it was normal to be afraid of the dark.The Tall Man16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The father asked what was wrong and his daughter replied "There is a tall man". She did not specify where she had seen the "tall man", but the father assumed she meant outside, due to her room being on the ground floor of the home. He checked outside, being armed with only a knife and a flashlight. He inspected the area for about thirty minutes before heading back inside, moving back to his daughter's room to tell her that there was nothing there.
He was shocked to find that she was no longer in her bed. He flicked the light on and frantically looked around for he
Are You Proud of MeThe gunfire was silenced soon after the rain began to fall over the trenches of France during the year of 1917. The soldier clenched his gun within shaking hands, waiting to take the shot. He was nervous, afraid. He didn't know what his future had in stores for him when he was drafted. He was far from his safe, dry, comfortable home in upstate New York. But when duty calls, he had to answer. He left his lover behind in a hurry, barely able to get married before he was sent overseas. And now he is here.Are You Proud of Me16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Although he was scared, at the same time he seemed to be alright with fighting, after all it was for a good cause, right? He saw it as an opportunity to bring honor to his family name. He would be the first in his family to fight in a conflict and survive to the very end. He hoped to make those back home proud of him when he returned.
The rain poured as the night grew darker, illuminated only by the bright, short flashes of mortars and bombs that began to fall from the sky alongside the
7 minutes in heaven (Eyeless Jack X reader)Jeff walked up to you holding a bag out. "Pick something." He said bluntly. You take something out and it's a scalpel. "Well, you got EJ...good luck." Jeff said as he shoved the two of you in the closet.7 minutes in heaven (Eyeless Jack X reader)16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well, that was uncalled for." You said standing up and dusting yourself off. "You know how Jeff is." EJ said with boredom in his tone. "Yeah,I didn't really wanna play either." You said.
You heard him come close to you and you felt his lips touch yours. You blushed as you kissed him back. "I'm glad you got me though, because I've liked you for quite some time." EJ replied once the kiss was broken.
You kept the blush on your face as he brought you in for another kiss, which you returned. EJ brought you closer to him which caused the kiss to deepen a little.
You blushed deeper as you felt your body be pulled against his. EJ licked you bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you denied, teasingly. EJ pulled your leg up a bit roughly, making you gasp. He took the chance and stuck his tongu
The Unstoppable EpidemicJune 27, 1935The Unstoppable Epidemic22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey, it’s me, Matthew. Today is the start of my research on Yellow Fever. Mosquitoes are buzzing around everywhere! It’s almost impossible to go outside and not get bitten. Sure, South America always has mosquitoes buzzing about, but it just amazes me how many there are! There are swarms everywhere! Let’s just hope and pray that I don’t get bitten by a mosquito that carries the epidemic.
July 1, 1935
My part of the work over these four days have been to just collect mosquitoes in jars. One of the easiest jobs, but I know how dangerous it actually is. If one of these insects bites me, and it carries the bacteria, I’m done for. There isn’t a way to prevent it yet, and that’s what we’re trying to figure out. I still pray that neither my colleagues or I get bitten by a carrier.
July 15, 1935
I’m still collecting mosquitoes, but yesterday, I got bit. I only have but a small fever and a splitting headache at the moment, but
The Forest Loomed Over My Head3-23-15The Forest Loomed Over My Head1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The forest loomed over my head. I gazed at the amazing glade before me. Great pines loomed over the misty terrain below my feet, the vapors chilling the skin near my bare ankles. Stray bark, sticks, and other common wood-related items lay strewn on the floor, barely visible in the cool mist illuminated only by the great glowing orb above me. On a second glance I noticed the moon was not, in fact, full. Instead it was waxing, creating a smile-like crescent in the sky almost as if the universe itself wanted to ridicule me. After having wandered for at least an hour these sights were still a lot to take in.
I scratched at my neck a bit. Slowly I turned to look around the surrounding area, doing my best to capture the entire panorama before me. I cast a glare into the path behind me, then continued on my merry (for definition of) way. Something was i
I Hate Itching(WARNING: general horror)I Hate Itching1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hate itching. It's one of the few things that can be the single most satisfying feeling in the world or drive a person to absolute madness. The horrible kind are the ones that you can't seem to find. They live somewhere deep under your skin and no matter how hard you scratch at it nothing helps.
I hate itching. It's been unbearable for hours now. I can feel it so clearly. It feels like there are small insects crawling along my body. Tiny little legs dragging across my muscles somewhere where my nails can't get to. I have been scratching at it for a while but I can't find the source.
Now that I think of it I hate bugs. I hate them almost as much as itching. It feels just like bugs crawling around under my skin. The ugly little things are the stuff of nightmares, their creepy little eyes and sectioned bodies. It's unnatural how many legs they have on either side of their bodies. Most of those little legs are covered in small hairs and they don't have feet. Not