Horror

  • Flash Fiction-Dropped Ribbon

    Flash Fiction-Dropped Ribbon

    “Excuse me, did you drop this?” Maggie turned around and saw a young boy with shaggy brown hair holding her ribbon in his hands. She walked back towards him and said, “Thank you, young man.” She ran her hands through his hair. She felt a shiver going down her spine and felt the familiar warm…

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  • Free Write-Theatre Massacre

    Free Write-Theatre Massacre

    Another piece of free writing. I just did this on the fly. An eeriness washed over the theatre as the lights were brought down to match the mood. Mark turned on the fog machine and watched as the mist rolled down the aisle. The reaction always made Mark appreciate his job as a special effects…

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  • Flash Fiction-Suspicions

    Flash Fiction-Suspicions

    The wind blew and the leaves swirled across the ground. The dust devils picked up loose paper as if they wanted to big brothers that tore apart people’s lives. I stood watching the events before me with wonder as if I was seeing the destruction of a small town, my town not many months earlier.…

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  • Flash Fiction-Fine Dining

    The air was full of the aroma of amazing food. It wafted into the dining room where the eager patrons waited to be served the world-class food prepared by Chef Phillipe. He had recently moved from Paris to the small, quaint town of Neenah, Wisconsin. The small town, with its bar food, fast food, and…

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  • Flash Fiction-Not so Innocent

    Mikey sat at the table leaning over his color book, working aggressively. When I looked over his shoulder to see his work, I was shocked that the only color on the paper was black. He looked up quickly and didn’t say a word. I ruffled his hair and turned back toward the oven to finish…

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  • Flash Fiction-The Day that Marty Died

    Marty slammed the door to his car and dropped his head to the steering wheel. How could this day get any worse, hethought to himself. He could feel the stress building inside him. After the ass chewing from his boss for something he didn’t even do he needed to unwind so he flipped on the…

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  • Free writing Stories (Pay For Betrayal)

    Sometimes I just write using a prompt tool. I think it is fun to share where the writing mind is going. Pay For Betrayal The bed creaks, the springs worn from time, and the blankets smell of age. I’m unable to move and notice the gray sky above me. Am I dead? Suddenly, the earth…

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