monster
Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.
My Beast
Growing up, we were told stories about wild men in the woods. Our parents said to stay close to the house when we were outside and not to go out at night under any circumstances. If we were caught by these beasts of men we would be dragged into the trees, never to be seen or heard from again.
By Dario Grimm4 years ago in Horror
The Retreat
Walter's eyes suddenly shot open from the barely audible sound of a floorboard creak down the hallway from the bedroom. Walter abruptly sat up in bed and glanced around the inky black room. He reached, feeling for his cellphone on the bedside table and fumbled to check the time: 2:56am.
By Jamie Refenes4 years ago in Horror
Great Compromise
A single mother fast asleep in her comfortable bed is annoyed by her alarm clock and hides under the covers as the clock continues to beep. Although she wakes to a sunny day she knows she has a lot to do as today is monday and her schedule is overwhelmingly full. She finally rolls over to turn the alarm off and she notices it's 5:55 am. Time to wake her son up for school. As she goes into the bathroom to get herself together she yells "Kenny, time for school..get up” she receives no reply. She sits on the toilet as she brushes her teeth and yells again "Kenny, you're gonna be late for school, hurry up before you make me late again too." Still no answer. She rises off the toilet, pulls her shorts up, straightens her hair and thinks to herself this boy is gonna be the death of her. She thinks about the night before they had movie night as a tradition on sundays. She introduced her 13 year old son to the Back To The Future series and he was fascinated by the concept of time travel as it is displayed in the movie series. She spits into the sink and gurgles with water then returns to her room to get dressed and begin her Monday. She leaves her bedroom and walks down the hall to her son's room because she still doesn't hear him up. Kenny, her 13 year old son is starting to get on her nerves. Agitated and frustrated she walks over to his room and gently but angrily knocks at the door. Still there is no answer. She knocks again and presses her ear to the door. Her gentle knocks are responded with silence. She knocks again and she waits by the door. Waiting for an answer from her son she begins to worry. Her mind begins to wonder. “Is he asleep in the room? If he is still asleep, he needs to wake up so he isnt late for school.”
By ET Productions 4 years ago in Horror
The New Guy
I come out of the hole feeling the way I always do when finally being allowed to rejoin the general population: disoriented. Discombobulated. Vulnerable. Skittish. Basically, whatever word you can think of that means that by the time they let you out, there's nothing you want more than to crawl back in.
By Erin Chavis4 years ago in Horror
The Meadow
Taking a deep breath I hitched my backpack up higher on my shoulders as I trudged down the forest path following behind my dad and little sister. The trees towered above us we walked along in silence, branches swaying in the slight breeze, the cheerful sounds of birds and insects in direct contrast to our own more solemn mood. As the path continued and we moved steadily forward towards our destination the trees began to thin and I could see glimpses of a large clearing up ahead.
By Katie Specht4 years ago in Horror
Last Train to ERGO
I was searching for that look, that morsel, that hint of a chance, that look the jackpot. No, no , no, maybe, NO, nope, nada, nit, nah, nay, maybe, ooh maybe. I sit down trying not to let my heart stop from the wonderlust that is the game with no name, my game, the game you only talk about to God at night to stop you from playing but, it is she that wills you on. A snap reels my head back into the present as I stumble into the seat trying not to buffoon animal myself too much.
By Owen Cochrane-milne4 years ago in Horror
Ballad of Zellen
Miss Madeline loved her dolls. Her house was lined in porcelain souls. She sat amongst her stale friends and wondered what could possibly fill her heart again. She pondered and wondered, well looking into the silhouetted wall. Seeing the blankness that peers from dimensions to all. She sought at the moment to make it so, “A new friends will lie within the mirror of my soul. She was of beauty in framed in a capsule that created, she is not a ghost but made of glass, sculpted up in a porcelain bath. She will remain forever and so, as long as I live, the power will grow.”
By Tatyana Lopez4 years ago in Horror
