Horror
A Canary Down The Coal Pit
A Canary Down The Coal Pit Long ago, when coal mines were deep, dark places and safety equipment was very simple, miners took a small yellow canary down into the coal pit with them. To someone who had never worked underground, it might seem strange that a tiny bird would travel with tough men carrying picks and lamps. But the reason was deadly serious.
By George’s Girl 2026 21 days ago in Fiction
Ghost Kitten Rise
There is another world that exists parallel to our own. It sits right beside us, and above us, and below us, and all around us, yet we never see it, and only very few of us ever sometimes feel it. That feeling may come as a cold chill, or a whisper from an empty room, or a tingle running down the spine, or any of a million other barely noticed disturbances to our ordinary everyday lives. We only notice because the feeling is so non-ordinary, so different from what we expect and are used to. Some people call it the spirit world, or another dimension or heaven or hell, but the name is not important, at least not for purposes of this story. What is important to understand about this other world is that it is inhabited by many creatures, some of which are formerly living beings from our own planet earth. Most people refer to these as ghosts, and they are feared by the still living. Some of these ghosts should be feared, but others are innocent and kind, even helpful to the living. There are other things in that world that are much more fearsome than the former living. They are natives of that world, and it is all they have ever known. However, they also know of the ghosts, and they know they come from another place. They very much desire to know what this other place is, where it is, and how to get there. They wish to conquer that world, our world, and make it their own. The reasons for this are not understood and there may be no reason, at least not one we could ever hope to comprehend. For countless millennia these beings have waited and watched and plotted and planned and made attempt after attempt to breach into our world.
By Everyday Junglist22 days ago in Fiction
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 Sound22 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 Rose22 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-Amsden22 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 Stewart22 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 DiLeo23 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 Stewart23 days ago in Fiction
