Horror

The Malfunctioning Time Machine Part One. Content Warning.
PART ONE The Malfunctioning Time Machine Opening Prose: When the Marble Remembered the Century The revolving doors exhaled her into the lobby like a secret the building had been holding too long.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 days ago in Fiction
Nuked . Content Warning.
He sits there in opulence, hating them. All of them. HATING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM Not just the Blacks who don't know their place, and the gays and the lunatic left, and the useless women like Ilhan and AOC who are delusional enough to think that what they have to say somehow matters, not just them...
By Sam Spinelli7 days ago in Fiction
Invitation. Top Story - March 2026.
The invitation was elegant for all its simplicity: The management & staff of “the Epicure” are hopeful that you might grace us with your presence as we celebrate the completion of our recent renovations at the Skyview Tower.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock7 days ago in Fiction
Broken and Driven . Content Warning.
It’s done. I have saved our species…. I have saved our planet…. And in so doing I have embraced my own damnation. I know, on a cognitive level, I am the greatest hero humanity has ever known. But in my soul that I am also our greatest villain....
By Sam Spinelli7 days ago in Fiction
Like Black Mercury
My eyes opened. I can't say that I opened my eyes because once my eyes were open, I tried to move and discovered I couldn't move any part of my body, except my eyes. I couldn't even blink.
By John R. Godwin7 days ago in Fiction
Through And Beyond Smoke
If it’s one thing Jyllmon hates, is driving through the road in extreme darkness. To him, it felt like a horror movie where he had no idea what’s to come. It could be a random deer dashing through the streets, or a helpless woman being chased through the woods, or just simply a broken down car.
By Devond Devoe7 days ago in Fiction
The Tragic Tale of Jedfrey Mulligan. Content Warning.
Jedfrey Mulligan stood 6’8’’ in his stocking feet and weighed a good 280 pounds on a good day. Once he won a race at the county fair, running a quarter mile - it was a horse race. The county fair discontinued the eating contests, as did each of the towns all around, because he could outeat anyone within 250 miles. He could lay a man out flat with one swing from his mighty left fist and perform a hundred-fifty pull-ups with his right arm. He could lift a wagon and change the wheel and axle without aid, and once lifted his neighbor's ox and carried it home, over two miles away.
By Mother Combs7 days ago in Fiction
Into The Great Beyond
Outside the airlock viewport, nebulous tendrils of incomprehensible colors slithered. Captain Leshford undid his oxygen hose.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 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-Amsden8 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 khan8 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.8 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-Amsden8 days ago in Fiction