A Very Special Christmas Present ~Contest Entry~ I hate Christmas. I truly despise it in a way that cannot even be properly described with words. You understand, don't you? All the cheer and happiness and smiling children and laughter. It's utterly deplorable.
Why do we need happiness? It's overrated. Silly and frivolous. Now, nightmares and screams and cries of terroróthat is mother's milk. The fear and anger. It is the darkness that sustains me. But darkness cannot thrive where happiness resides. And so I am going to ruin the happiest day of the year.
This is a year of change. The elder Santa Claus passes the reins and the title to his son, Nicholas. Nick, as everyone calls him. His father is too old now to make the midnight ride. A pity, I'm sure. He was very good at what he did, unfortunately. And Nicholasódear, sweet, Nicholasówill drive the sleigh for the first time tonight. Rather, he is supposed to.
"Hello, Nicholas," I purr, stepping from the shadows into the di
Collectors - Jack GiDWhen the men entered Jacks room, he was sitting at his desk, headphones in, metal blaring loudly. It was 7 PM dark outside, late enough for him to be home from school, but not late enough for his workaholic parents to be anywhere near the house yet. After he had gotten home from school, he had done some homework, but not much, gone for a run, eaten leftover pizza for dinner and then taken a shower. Now he was partially dressed, wearing the pair of basketball shorts that intended to sleep in and nothing else.Collectors - Jack GiD6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Because of the loud music pouring through the headphones, Jack was blissfully unaware that anything at all was wrong. The men that had just picked the lock to the door barely knew anything about Jack, they had only watched him for a day, but they knew that every chance he got, the boy kept his ears jammed with loud music, blocking out the world. Jack raked a finger through his still slightly damn hair recently dyed black with a patch of blond in the front that h
Behind bars - GiD: DannyThe metal bars slammed shut. Danny turned and swore, gripping them tight. "I didn't do it! I was just walking past!" He shouted at the retreating officer, fury in his brown eyes. "Let me out you asshole!" He pounded the bars for a few more seconds before stepping back, the adrenaline in his system dying down. Angrily he turned around to glare at the others in the cell.Behind bars - GiD: Danny5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They all smirked at him. One big man with tattoos up and down his arms sneered. "Of course you didn't do it. We're all innocent." That got them laughing, much to Danny's dismay. "So what didn't you do?" He asked, getting his laughter under control.
Danny glared and flipped him off. "None of your damn business." He snapped, leaning against the bars. It had been an accident, wrong place wrong time. A drug bust that he happened to be in the middle of, unintentionally. The police didn't believe he hadn't been involved, and arrested him on the spot. That's what led the seventeen year old to a jail cell with four other guys.
Collectors - Brandon GiDMmmm! MMMMM! Brandon had been standing perfectly still, waiting for the police to untie his sister, when someone grabbed him from behind, pressing a hand over his mouth. He had chosen to stay by the cars, waiting while everyone else crowded around Lucy, and he immediately regretted his mistake. The second he felt the hand cover his mouth, he lurched forwards, attempting to loosen the mans grip while hoping to attract the attention of the police nearby. However, everyone was too wrapped up in rescuing Lucy to notice the man wrapping his arm tightly around Brandons torso, pinning his arms to his side.Collectors - Brandon GiD6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
No matter how hard Brandon wriggled and squired to get away, he was unable to fight off the mans power, making it difficult, but not impossible for his attacker to drag him backwards; accomplishing little, aside from the ripping of his plain white t-shirt. He didnt realize that there was a second man at all until he felt someone grab at his kicking legs,
Political Prisoner - GiD Ch. 1"LET ME OUT!" I screamed, kicking at the lid of the trunk, hoping that if my captors didn't listen, someone else on the road would hear me. "HELP! SOMEONE LET ME OUT!" I had been screaming for long enough that my voice was hoarse and my legs and arms were sore from kicking and pounding at the lid of the trunk, but I wasn't sure exactly how long I had been locked in the moving car.Political Prisoner - GiD Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had been grabbed on my way home from school and thrown in here before I had a chance to even ask questions, and now I had no idea where I was being taken. It was hot in the trunk, and I had already taken off the blazer from my private school, rolled up the sleeves of my white button down and loosened my tie. "HELP! HELP! LET ME OUT!" My screams grew louder as the car came to a stop. I held my breath, stopping my attempt to kick the trunk open and repositioned myself, hoping to be able to jump out and run the second that the trunk opened.
"No one's coming for you, Jason." I heard a voice and a second later,
How Would You Prefer to Die? ~Contest Entry~ The young man wakes with a flutter of long blond lashes and a sudden jerk as his senses are flooded. Fluorescent light casts a blinding glare all around him from a single bulb high above. Green eyes search desperately for any signs of where he is, but the only sight is his own reflection in the glass. Large, thick ropes dig into his bare flesh where they wrap tightly around his torso, just below his shoulders, just above his elbows, and again at his waist. His wrists are bound together, palms touching, around the wide, cold metal pole in the center of this glass container. Chains are wrapped around his naked ankles and padlocked, one end sinking deep into the concrete floor. Drool drips down his chin with infuriating consistency. A large ring forces his mouth open and wide leather straps dig into his ruddy cheeks.How Would You Prefer to Die? ~Contest Entry~3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Still, he looks around desperately for any sign of help, mewling whimpers slipping between his lips. Nothing. N
Constantijn Ch.1 - GiD FictionConstantijn took a deep breath as he entered his apartment. He threw the keys on the kitchen counter, closing the door behind him with his elbow. He walked over to the couch, brushing thin fingers through his black hair, pushing it backwards so that the purple streaks he had beneath the surface became more visible for a split second before he let the hair fall back in place. As he sat down on the small couch in his small living room, he thought about how much he hated the place. His apartment was located in the slightly more dangerous side of town and he always felt cramped, no matter what.Constantijn Ch.1 - GiD Fiction6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
After only a few seconds of sitting on the couch, Constantijn closed his eyes. He was barely 20, his first apartment was supposed to suck, just as his first job was. All that you have to do is power through this, get through college, then maybe- Constantijns thoughts were interrupted as he heard a knock on the door. Shit its the first of the month. He ignored the knock
Collectors - Austin, Levi GiDIt was a cold night, but that hadnt stopped Levi from sneaking out of his house to walk to the park. Austin, his boyfriend, had asked to meet him at the bench where they had shared their first kiss, and Levi had promised that he would. The teenager was skinny, making it easy for him to slide out of his window and climb down the magnolia tree outside of his window. As he hit the ground with a soft thud, he stood up straight, brushing off his tight jeans before smoothing down his carefully straightened, dyed black hair.Collectors - Austin, Levi GiD6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
He made good time to the park, smiling as he saw his 17 year old boyfriend already waiting. Austin was taller than Levi, despite being a year younger, and was slightly more muscular than his skinny counterpart. Unlike Levi, he kept his hair its wavy, natural brown and his baggy jeans and loose t-shirt, while attractive on him, were less styled than Levis outfit.
Hey. Austin smiled as Levi walked closer, pulling him into a kiss momentarily.
They Call Me Ice... Part 1Alec:They Call Me Ice... Part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I couldn't afford to stop running. Not now. Not when they were so close. My breath sawed through my chest as I sprinted through the labyrinth of dim streets.
It was ironic really. The most advanced beings on the planet, hunted like common prey. I was one of these advanced humans. And right now, I was being hunted.
I didn't know the name of the Hunter. None of them had names as far as I knew. Then again, the others and I may not have had names as far as the Hunters knew.
My pale blue hair whipped into my eyes. Pushing it away, I growled in annoyance, anger, and increasing desperation. I cut a close corner and skidded to a halt. Dead end.
"No, no, no, no, noooooo!" I wailed, trying to find a way up the sheer brick wall. I couldn't get a decent grip on it anywhere. The pounding staccato of running boot-clad feet bounced off the walls o
Contest Entry: Camping WoesEvery year in May, before it got too hot, the senior class went on a camping trip. It was supposed to help the students bond and make them appreciate the small things that made their lives more comfortable.Contest Entry: Camping Woes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Riley was not looking forward to this ordeal. He had dark, silky hair that his mother insisted he wear just slightly long, pale skin, expressive eyes, and no muscle tone. He looked more like a girl than most of the girls, and was a prime target for bullying. Given a choice, he would have politely declined to go on this trip and stayed home reading. Unfortunately, his parents had made it clear they weren't paying thousands of dollars a year to send him to private school for him to say he didn't want what said school had to offer.
Friday afternoon saw Riley lining up with the rest of the seniors for the buses. The guys around him were clustered in small groups, talking amongst themselves- Riley was the only one standing
LateLife was good, or so it appeared from Lewis Shaw's standpoint. He may have lived in a ramshackle apartment in desperate need of repair and he was just scraping by on his bills but that didn't matter. He had a steady job, his parents had finally stopped fighting, and he was going to start college in the fall. Not to mention his boyfriend of one year.Late4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Beep Beep Beep Beep*
Lewis rolled over and turned his alarm off and in the same motion rolled right of the edge of his bed. It was the only sure-fire way to make sure he actually woke up in the mornings. The apartment phone rang and went straight to the voicemail system. "Hey, Lew, this is Monty, just making sure you're awake. Remember, you're meeting me after work today! Love you, baby. Later."
Lewis smiled at the sound of his boyfriend's voice. There wasn't a better way to start the day. Lewis climbed to his feet and ran a hand through his slightly longer, dark brown hair in an attempt to neaten it. It didn't work. Sighing, he shook his
GiD- TrentTrent liked to wander. Or it might be more accurate to say he didn't like staying still. He was a very restless 17-year-old, and so was always moving. He didn't even like having to stay still long enough to sleep.GiD- Trent5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He lived in one of the safer neighborhoods, so his parents let him go out at night as long as he was back by 3 and could get up for school in the morning. Everyone assumed he died his hair black, wore makeup, and got a shitload of piercings to rebel, but really, he just thought it looked cool. Besides, the hair and clothes helped him blend in at night, when he didn't want to be messed with.
The guy came out of nowhere, jumping Trent from behind and knocking him to the ground, covering his mouth with one hand. "Keep your trap shut and I won't have to hurt you." He said, holding a knife up in front of Trent's face. "Got me?"
Trent nodded. From this angle, the knife looked like a s
Investigation Gone Wrong - GiDJoshua Trager had been helping his father with cases for years, and this time, he had finally taken on one of the investigator's cases for himself. His father was away in China working on tracking a slave ring, and Joshua had been unable to turn away the client who had come in only three days earlier. The person who had gone to see Investigator Trager was a young boy, no older than Joshua himself, named Cole. He had brought with him all of the money he had saved and a picture of his twin brother, who had been missing for only one day. Everyone had told Cole that his brother, Luke, was fine, but Cole insisted that Luke was in trouble, he said that he could feel it, and Joshua couldn't turn the case away, he had promised Cole that he, himself, would find Luke.Investigation Gone Wrong - GiD5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, three days later, Joshua was hot on the trail of the people he was sure had taken Luke. It had taken him all of the first day to find any evidence pertaining to the boy's disappearance, and now he was sure that he had located
Picture Perfect Part 2Daniel stared blankly out the window. The view still hadn't changed in the month he'd been here. He pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders and exhaled quietly, surprised when the glass didn't fog. Outside it was still warm, still bright, and painfully cheerful. He was so cold, the absence of hope and happiness turning his soul to ice.Picture Perfect Part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Daniel? Daniel, I'm ready! Where did that boy get to now?"
The boy sighed heavily. Liam would find him momentarily. It would be better for him if he called out to the older man, gave away his position. He even opened his mouth to do it but not a sound emerged. Just the hissing sound of air escaping his throat. Daniel closed his eyes and leaned his head wearily against the window. He had locked his voice away in his first week, hoping his silence, his cooperation, would be enough to convince them to let him go. It hadn't. And now he still couldn't call his voice back.
Liam appeared at the doorway with a flourish and a loud huff, the spikes
Jesse's Story Part 8San Diego, CaliforniaJesse's Story Part 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lilly was watching the six o'clock news. Just like she had been doing every day for the past six months. It had been almost four months since they stopped running the story. Every once in a while they would do a short clip, asking for any information regarding the whereabouts of Jesse Gram.
In six months, they had heard absolutely nothing. No ransom demand. No sightings. Not even a whisper. It was as if he had disappeared off the face of the planet.
The news ended and a rerun of some show started. Lilly wasn't paying attention anymore, instead, she was scanning the pictures on the mantle behind the TV. A sad smile touched the corner of her lips as she lingered on one photo in particular. It was of the entire family at the beach just a month or so before he disappeared.
Lilly sat on the edge of the pool sunbathing. Jesse was swimming laps in the tiny body of water, m
Jesse's Story Pt. 9From Part 7:Jesse's Story Pt. 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jesse's attention snapped back to the present when she touched his cheek so gently that for a moment he thought he might have imagined it.
"Come on, darlin', I don't want to force feed you, but I will if you make me."
With nothing more than a resigned sigh, he faced her again and opened his mouth. She placed the first spoonful in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, recognizing the almost forgotten flavors of chicken noodle soup. All too soon, the bowl was empty but the spoon was replaced by a glass of water which he quickly downed. "Thank you," he said softly as she put the cup down on the tray.
She smiled softly and reached for the tray again .
Until the sound of the doorbell made them both pause.
GiD Request- Jacob and TaylorThe night was hushed, as if the world were holding its breath while Taylor tried to do the same. It was cold and he was scared out of his mind. He just wanted to go home and forget the past six hours had ever happened.GiD Request- Jacob and Taylor5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think they're gone." Jacob, crouched next to Taylor, whispered. "Stay here- I'll go see."
Taylor wanted to object. Despite being only four years old than him, Jacob was well-built and a mountain of muscle compared to Taylor, and he didn't want to be separated, even for a second. There were real sickos out here.
Jacob shifted in the darkness, pressing his forehead against Taylor's. "It's gonna be okay, little bro." He said softly. "I will get you out of this. I swear."
Taylor nodded, swallowing his protests. Jacob knew what he was doing. Jacob was a security guard. He'd fought two tours in Iraq. He knew all about stuf
Contest Entry: Snared"Naw, man, that shit only works in October."Contest Entry: Snared4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Nuh-uh, it's always around, regardless of the month."
"Bullshit. There's no pervert ghost in those woods."
"Wanna bet ?"
That conversation kept playing in Caleb's mind over and over again as he walked. He was at a bar with his friend Garrett at the time, and they had gotten into the discussion about the local legends. Eventually they had wound up talking about the alleged ghost of the perverted man who lived in the forest around on the west side of town. The story went that there was a man who used to go to bars and linger around, waiting for a man that he saw that he liked. Once he did, he either waited for them to leave or began to talk to them, playing on their likes and dislikes until he drew them away from their group or their drink to play pool or do whatever. The action, though, was once he was alone with them.
This man, who often introduced himself as JC, was rumored to know the best techniques to lead a man out without
Bank Robbery - GiDJoshua gulped, trying to ignore the gun pressed against his throat as the bank he had been trying to make a deposit at was being robbed. He had been close to the door, having just entered, and it didn't take the masked men long to grab him, deciding that he was the hostage they needed. Now one of the men held him tight, a gun pressed to his throat, threatening to end his life should anyone break the rules that the robbers were setting down. Joshua didn't know how long this had been going on, he just knew that he wanted it to be over. He wanted the men to take the money and let him go.Bank Robbery - GiD5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When the men had first grabbed him, he had been pushed down while a wad of fabric was shoved into his mouth. They then wrapped several strips of packing tape around the boy's head to keep the gag in tight, and while at first he had tried to fight it, the gun served as a warning to stop trying. The same packing tape had then been used to bind his wrists securely behind his back.
"Alright." One of the maske
Warning - GiD Fiction"Wake up, don't scream." Constantijn awoke to a rough voice. He sat up, gulping and instantly turned the light on. His eyes widened with horror as he saw a man holding a gun to his little brother Dimitri's head. The man's other hand was pressed tightly of Dimitri's mouth, and the boy looked terrified. Constantijn gulped and Dimitri shivered. Dimitri was wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and his hair was a mess it was clear that he, like Constantijn, had been asleep when the man had come.Warning - GiD Fiction5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Let him go," Constantijn said quietly, raising his own hands to symbolize surrender.
"Do as I say," the masked man stated. "And he won't get hurt."
"Alright." Constantijn nodded, gulping. "What do you want me to do?"
"Good boy." The man smirked, nudging Dimitri forwards, removing his hand from the boy's mouth and forcing him to sit on the bed. "Get up." Constantijn did as he was told, getting to his feet, not bothering to think about the fact that he was wearing nothing more than
Vault: TiTiberius Rayne hated lines, especially bank lines. He couldn't even chat on his phone or with other people without getting dirty looks. Banks weren't supposed to be quiet places, but they couldn't be helped. Luckily he was just depositing, he'd be in and out in five minutes.Vault: Ti5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Someone in the corner caught his eye. The man looked agitated, looking from the door to the lone guard to the tellers and back, his hands in his pockets of his oversized coat. Ti bit his lip, shifting on his feet. Something bad was about to happen, he just knew it.
About that time the man pulled out a gun and pointed it at the guard, firing two bullets and killing him. People screamed and hit the floor, or rushed out the door if they were close enough. Ti froze, staying completely still, scared.
"Everybody stay where you are!" The man snapped, looking around crazily. He came towards the line, pointing his gun at people who tried to move. He seemed to notice Ti, pointing the metal gun directly at the boy's forehead.
Codys Kidnap *snap* the last string on the rope snapped and cody plunged into the black water. He struggled desperately against the ropes that bound his arms tightly to his sides. For a moment he broke surface and gasped for air. "HELP!" the child screamed in desperation when the stream plunged him under again. Desperately he kicked trying to surface once more.. the waterfall … he was getting closer.Codys Kidnap5 years ago in Settings More Like This
HELP! The 15 year old boy woke up in a cold sweat. He blinked at his bedroom, the airplanes still hanging on the roof, the fan blowing his blonde locks gently. Cody's hammock rocked gently and he glanced out the window. It was still dark out. He sighed with relief. Merely a bad dream of that memory from 3 years back. "Im alright" he assured himself aloud and laid his head back on the pillow. "Mcgleach is dead" he stated boldly to assure himself when a hand clamped on his mouth.
"Don't you wish"
A harsh whisper emanated and a dagger rested on his neck. Cody instantly squirmed in th
ToolboxCorey lugged his father’s heavy toolbox up the stairs, panting heavily.Toolbox1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Dad! I got your junk box!” That’s what his dad called it, due to his tendencies to shove the leftovers of his projects inside. It was full to bursting with old nails, washers, and screws that never seemed to be of any use. He paused at the entrance to the basement in confusion. His father always answered when he called. Maybe he can’t hear you, a little voice suggested from the back of his mind. Corey slowly made his way to the upper floor, where his door had to be replaced. “Dad?” He dropped the toolbox at the landing. His father’s tools- or what he’d had at the time- were scattered across the floor, the man himself notably absent. A chill went down Corey’s spine as he knelt next to his door. “Dad! Where are you?” Someone behind him chuckled.
“Well, this is cute.” He whirled around just as the man behind him clenched both his fist
12 - ch.1 GiD FictionNote: This story starts out a bit slow, but worry not, there are 12 teenaged male victims and they will be bound and gagged in more interesting ways than this chapter.12 - ch.1 GiD Fiction6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Driving. Danny didnt even know where he was going, he just got in his car and started going. He was angry, angry at his mother, angry at his father, but most of all angry at the one person he couldnt actually get away from himself. He had been born into a well off family, that much couldnt be denied, and he felt stupid for being so upset with his life, he didnt want to think of himself as the poor little rich boy, but he sometimes he wished his family didnt have money, that he wasnt upper crust, because at least then he might be allowed to do the things that he wanted to do.
Damn it! He slammed his fist down on the steering wheel, letting out an anguished, strangled cry. He had spent over an hour that morning screaming back and forth with his paren
12 - Ch.3 GiD FictionScott whimpered softly, trying to find a position on the ground that was semi-comfortable. He had no idea what was going on. One minute he had been comfortable in his bed, the next minute someone had gagged him and was dragging him out of his home. The fact that this was organized scared him a lot, and all that he wanted was to go home. He didnt want to know who the other captives were or what was about to happen, but that didnt mean that the fourteen year old didnt have to listen as Jones spoke.12 - Ch.3 GiD Fiction6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Daniel Carson? Jones read off the name, smirking as he did so and Scott watched as a tall boy with sandy blond hair, brown eyes and tan skin was pulled to his feet by one of the other men. Danny, right? The boy was brought to the front and Jones patted him on the head. Scott watched as Danny did nothing, he simply looked down at the ground, waiting for the next name as he was shoved into a sitting position near Jones.
Evan Finch? This time,