Jonathan kicks off his boots, fluffs of white snow colliding with the wall of the cabin foyer. This is his fourth night trying to make it out of this cabin to his car. The snow storm has been ruthless, hail falling on any poor soul that dared to travel. At this point, Jonathan wondered why he even bothered to try today.
He tosses logs in the fireplace
and starts a fire, begging for warmth to fill the room. He knew this trip was a bad idea, but his best friends, Lenny and Roy, told him it would be the perfect guys' trip. They could even go ice fishing. Yet, neither of them are here, only Jonathan.
Jonathan checks the perimeters of the two-story cabin and closes all of the doors. He used to leave them ope...
As a brisk winter chill forced a shiver down my spine, frost grows from the corners of the glass. Snow falls like petals in an autumn breeze. I quickly shake away the cold to point out a glowing dot of light amidst the frost filled blizzard. With a smile, I point, " Father look, isn't it beautiful?".
Though I expected
my father to hold his signature smile, he fell further into his lone couch. As he interlocked his fingers, a shadow loomed over his body. Seeing his worried demeanor, forced me to look back at the ever-growing dot of light. As my vision focused, I noticed a hoard of people marching in unison.
Again, I pestered my father, " father, who are those peopl...
Are you going to tell me why you look so dull? asked alice. See this piece of paper, its crumbled up and people have torn it and it has become so small, now this piece of paper is worthless, i am like this piece of paper, i am so tired of waiting for good things to happen when they never do. voiced ray with unbearable pain in his voice. alice quietly took
the paper from his hand and started folding the paper left and right. ray looked at alice with a sudden curiosity that topped his depressed mind set for a second. Alice was done folding the paper left and right, up and down, god knows what she did with that tiny piece of paper, she struggled in folding some parts of the paper as it was fragile and crumbled. On...
People trust me with their door keys; they should not. I wouldn't trust myself with anything if I could choose but here we are. I got her keys a few months ago and I insisted that she should keep them, but no. “You are my best friend, I trust you with my life. Why can't you have my house keys? " she asked. Although that's true, we have been best friends
all my life, she still shouldn't trust me. I know it sounds strange, but everything seems to be strange right now and it's okay! I'm going to tell you why I think so, do you trust me?...
I sit sullenly, caressing the gun, a plan already forming in my head.
"What's up with you??" a deep voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Nothing," I sigh. "Shut up."
"I'm asking you a serious question," my older brother persists.
"I don't care about your questions – serious or no."
"Well, you've got that weird look," he mumbles around a mouth full of
"What weird look?"
"I don't care about your questions, serious or no," Duncan smirks coyly.
"Wow, astounding comedy content!" I whoop sarcastically.
The smile falls off Duncan's face and then there is silence. A lot of silence.
I don’t care as long as there aren't any more questions. I need to develop my plan intricately. It needs to be car...
Some people say that when you are about to die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. For me, I was waiting for that moment, pleading, begging, wishing for God to end my suffering. But, just as I felt my eyes start to get heavy and the darkness take over, I heard a voice. A voice that was all too familiar, a voice that I miss very deeply. “You are too
hard on yourself Ev! Give yourself some credit, God only gives you what he knows you can handle.” But I know this voice was only a mere speculation of my memories. I knew that I couldn’t give up. For him… For me. I knew that I had to find a way out of here, I can’t go out like this. I picked my head up from the cold metal table. My arms still binded ...
Hamza had his first dream when he was 5-year-old. He was so afraid and depressed that he had to be taken for some counselling. But the dreams never stopped, and he made a pact with the dreams. He started to realize that these are not some normal dreams. He could see what others could never see. He had the vision. His counsellor dismissed it as bad
nightmares. He was on medication for a long time but still, the dreams kept on coming till he was 12 when he understood what those dreams were. One evening he was coming back from his friend's place when he saw some police cars in front of a house. He stopped over to see what had happened. He saw the police taking a middle-aged man in handcuffs. "What is hap...
Suddenly his eyes opened, and he found himself in the middle of a forest. It was a dark moonless night and he had no idea how he had reached there. He looked around and all he could see was trees and darkness. He could hear low shrieking sounds of different animals and some shining eyes behind the bushes. He knew he was trapped. He did not know
where to run. He tried to get up and found out that his legs were tied with the vines of the old trees around him. He could feel as if the trees were staring at him for disturbing their peace. The shrieking sound grew. He tried to release his legs from the strong clutches of the vines but the more he tried the more he was getting tangled in it. He could hear ...
In a small neighborhood just outside of Memphis, Tennessee two teenagers were walking home from the Basketball Court. Conner and Gavin had been playing all day now that school was out for Spring Break. Just as the two boys parts was gun shots ring out in the night air. Conner hits the ground immediately, he has no idea where the shots came from. He lays
there and waits to see if there will be more shots or if he can get up. All of a sudden his phone vibrates, it's a text from Gavin, " Bro, did you hear that?!? the text read. Conner replied back, "Yea man but where did it come from? Where are you? Meet me in front of the old Johnson house." Conner pulls himself together and gets up, he still doesn't see anybod...
In 1997 a plane called “Mystery” was a plane that nobody knew about. The plane flew from an airport that was not known. The police station got a piece of news that the money from all the banks was gotten stolen all around the world. Then the police thought about the plane when they researched that what was inside that plane, they found out that the plane
had the money that had been stolen every week. The police called a meeting and said “We will attack the plane by doing bomb blast and destroying them,” they planned. The plan was that the plane fly’s at 5:32 am and arrive at 3:55 pm so they thought to send 10 jet planes so that 5 follow the plane and attack the destination, 2 follows and steal all the...
You wake up to the sounds of your heart beat-well not exactly, a machine beeping in time to your heart beat. You look around and see your hospital room everything is white but a single painting on the wall. You decided that you would just study the picture if you got bored later. You were about to focus on the picture when a nurse walked in seeing that
you're up. She smiled an apologetic smile somehow you could tell through the mask. “Hi James” she said with a voice sounding like she was crying or was about to. Your mind races as you look around desperately trying to find someone named James but no that was your name, your own forgotten name. She desperately tried to calm you repeating the words “it's oka...
I always liked to walking alone in the woods. It helped me connect with the nature. As always after the hectic day I went to the walk in the evening. The smell of the wet grass, the whistling of wind as it chased the leaves was enough to refresh any soul. As I covered nearly half way of my track I felt like someone or something was chasing me. I looked back
but it was nothing. Probably the after affect of the horror movie from last night. Thinking I should not watch these movies.. "Hey miss you... Yea you.. You dropped your snack behind.." What? I looked back with a shock. No one was there. Walking a few steps back. I saw the snack lying on the track. Near the snack was a small monkey staring at me with sparkl...
They/Them? How Gross...
They stood up to get a good look at their surroundings. They were stunned to see they were in an unknown room. Aries had to blink a few times to realize they were in Olivia’s room. They blushed realizing they had only been wearing a long shirt with some underwear. They looked over at the bed to see a sleeping Olivia. They didn’t
want to know what they had done. Olivia Seemed to have been reading their mind. “We just watched a movie and fell asleep. You decided to sleep in your underwear because you got hot.”. Aries breathed a sigh of relief. They were only 15 and didn’t want their relationship to go that fast. Olivia got up revealing she had only been wearing a training bra an...
A thrumming pain. It begins in the back of my skull. I imagine a little bit above where my brain stem is located. It sort of announces it’s coming abruptly. A splat. If I had to give it texture, it would be wet, like when you squeeze a balloon filled with water. But it stays. The pain stays. The wetness stays.
Rather than trickling down, it floats up, expanding its form to now engulf the entirety of my skull. Pain changes with the expansion. The thrumming eases into a monotonous beat, and the acicular pain moulds into flattened sheet, dousing my head in a pleasant warm shower. if pain had fingers, I imagine, that’s what a head- rush would feel like. Fingers that stop...
I feel the brush of dewy leaves as I run in-between the woods.
Running, I can see flickers of brown and orange in my side view.
Running, I can smell a foul odor around me.
My mind asks "should I stop?"
I look back, he's there.
The pale rider.
He's far behind in the shadows, but that can soon change.
I can hear the hooves of his beast that he is
So I push forward.
I guess when it comes down to it I'm too scared to stop. ...