Horror
Kingsley Crossing. Content Warning.
Patricia gazed with exhilaration at the Greek Revival mansion before her. Its austere ivory columns seemed to drain the color from the blue sky as they stood guard over the portico. At the portico’s center, an oak doorway was flanked by rocking chairs swaying in the summer breeze, as if their occupants had only recently wandered away. “I made it, Charlaine,” she whispered. The sweltering noonday sun beat upon her back. She took shelter under a magnolia tree, its overripe pods dangling like rotting fingers. Patricia smiled. “No wonder you fell in love here.”
By Bride of Sound9 days ago in Fiction
Something is Wrong...
Something was very, very wrong. I could tell. Not anything big or loud, obvious in it's wrongness. That would have been far too noticable. Instead, it was something made wrong by an absense. Something missing or out of place. Something not immediately obvious.
By Natasja Rose9 days ago in Fiction
Tiptoeing
Dressed in her finest, Daphne silently agreed to play along in this ridiculous facade. But, if anyone could pretend that everything was okay, it was Daphne. After all , she had already successfully fooled everyone for years, making them believe she had the perfect life.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 days ago in Fiction
Serve and Protect
Serve and protect, serve and protect. Uphold the law, for the good of law-abiding citizens. I wear my badge with pride. I wear my badge with honour. Protect and serve. That's what I signed up for. I stalk these streets, keeping the peace. Ensuring that the good people are safe from the riffraff that is becoming more of a problem with every day that passes.
By Paul Stewart9 days ago in Fiction
Hoodoo You Think You Are?
Victor Janssen was a man to be reckoned with. He was tall and commanding in his presentation. He was wealthy. He was a natural leader, the head of a company that employed so many employees he wouldn’t even recognize one were he to bump into any of them. He was childless and single, devoting all of his time to his vocation.
By Gerard DiLeo10 days ago in Fiction
Silken Chains. Top Story - March 2026.
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart10 days ago in Fiction
