Stories tagged “dark”

  • Look through the dark

    “I did not hear anyone enter. I wasn’t listening to blaring music too, so I could not have missed anyone entering. Should I ask if anyon’e there? Or should I try and figure it out myself?”. These were the chain of thoughts runni...

    • Author: Mystique
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Mother Nature

    She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, eyes darting nervously around the room. Her bare feet were curled protectively under her, and she nervously bit at her pinkie. The fluorescent bulb above her buzzed steadily. A light addled moth found its way in...

    • Author: cyanidepony
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Closer To God

    Just because it’s my fault doesn’t mean I’m the only one who has to, or should, pay. We’re all prone to occasional bouts of imperfection; of sin. As the man once said, “let he who is without sin, cast the first stone.” All of us are burdene...

    • Author: John Perkins
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The World Has Darkened

    Once the night creatures had established dominance again, the world became a vastly different place. Buildings fell to ruins. Garbage piled up. Riots and thievery ran rampant. Food supplies were scarce. People hid inside the dilapidated buildings, pray...

    • Author: Horrorfan13
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The heavens opened

    God gives us light Education tells us this From parent to child Teacher to child We question his existence As we grow older, smarter We grow more aware of life’s struggles The world does not bow down to you Society is dying around us A god would not ...

    • Author: Blythy
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Fear

    What is it about a dark room that scares me? Why do I dread the oppressive dark? My bedroom is familiar and comfortable. I’m surrounded by things I love. My shelves of beloved books line the walls, the lamp is in the same spot it’s always b...

    • Author: Melia
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Afraid of the dark

    The forest was old – that much was certain. Ancient trees hung with moss, roots all tangled together. It was also dark; and the air was dank. The forest filled me with terror – what ghosts and spirits are in here? What demons await me? ...

    • Author: transit
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • They Would See

    He sat in his cubicle, no pictures on the wall. No personal items at all. His shoulders slumped over as he stared at the computer screen. He had been the IT manager for thirty years for this company. What had he gained from it? No wife, no kids, not e...

    • Author: Horrorfan13
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • It's Already Too Late

    I don’t know if I can take it I don’t have what it takes to make it I would rather run away Please, don’t make me stay It hurts me so deeply Can’t you hear me pleading? I beg of you release me It might already be too late…...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • As For Love...

    It hurts It saves It separates and brings together Holds people by an invisible tether But keep yours away from me Just go away and let me be Love loves to hate me It shows up and fades away How can I stand to live this way? Just go and leave me alone...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Mirror

    There is a girl, carrying a mirror down to her basement. She isn’t going to look at it, she hardly ever does; she never likes what she sees in it anyway. Its enormously heavy, the gilded, full length, reflective behemoth. Its glass pieces are scr...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Rose of Tears

    The Rose of Tears Is coming for you Can’t you hear the dripping sound? The Rose of Tears Its coming for you It bids you turn around The petals are colored with depression The stem is thorned regret The leaves are beckoning to you A dark and dead...

  • the darkness

    So many see fear of the dark as a childhood ailment. A fear that is expected to decrease with age as you become more aware of the world around you. It’s not childish to fear the dark. It may be the greatest fear of all. Some fear snakes, but anim...

    • Author: Sarah Jane
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • GC

    It is Thursday night again, time for the hunt to begin anew. The crisp December air will not deter my search, although I whisper a silent praise to the heavens, thanking them from withholding the expected deluge which would have surely ruined my quest....

    • Author: Algorithm
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • New

    Yet darkness does not cause fear. It is not because something is unseen that terror grips our heart. It is because we put things in the darkness. We give birth to the beasts under our beds. We conceive of monsters in undiscovered lands or in our closet...

    • Author: Algorithm
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Darkness Closes In

    Megan knew all this and still she lay trembling in the dark while her fiance snored quietly beside her. There was a torch on the chest of drawers beside her but she was too afraid to reach for it. Somewhere in the dark something was watching her. She c...

    • Author: thelostgirl
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • "Cold Whispers" Part One

    He peered through the tinted windows to see the grey clouds form. The windows added an extra hue of darkness to the grim sky. His eyes should have been on the road ahead of him, but he was enamored by the sunless gaze of dusk. Is it dusk, though, if th...

  • "Cold Whispers" Part Two

    Droplets of rain began to serenade the windshield. At first they poured one by one, two by two, three by three, but then they crescendoed into a symphonic onslaught—seven, eight, thirteen, twenty-four, thirty-two, seventy-five, one hundred twenty dro...

  • "Cold Whispers" Part Three

    He ran his fingers across the rolled back odometer and reminiscence about the first time he sat behind its steering wheel. The only thing that had been on his mind was kissing her butt-chin. He wanted to look to his right, but he knew crushed metal was...

  • Measure of Misery

    Can you see my sorrow? How do you measure misery? Is it the dreams, once had Now forced into razor-sharp Shades, the shadows of my aspirations? Is it the memories, faithfully observed To the point of outright worship? Is this utter perversion of God Th...

    • Author: Clotifoth
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • a strange alliance

    “What we have…well, I couldn’t possibly describe it,” he said leaning over the table, trying to look serious. He was failing. “You’re right, it is a strange little arrangement we’ve got going,” I offered....

  • A Winter Sketch

    The close was glass-icy. Deep troughs where tyres had skidded revealed a mirror glazing the gritty road. It was still – the rumbling of the city and motorway in the distance and the eerie chant of shivering wind chimes a little nearer. Ice clung to t...

    • Author: Abby (LoA)
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Parallel

    He still had memories of what could be called his youth, when his people owned the night. He remembers their birth, emerging from the minds of humans, their fears and ignorance giving his people their power over what dwells in darkness. This time was o...

  • Reporting Live (Mature)

    The air in the bar was stiff. Not like it was hot or anything; it was a rainy night in New Boston, it never hits 90 unless the world’s endin’, but it was thick with something. Anger, violence, spilled liquor, I’ll never know. I sat at...

  • Reporting Live II (Mature)

    “Spill it” I said. The stranger turned his head and smilied. Not a real smile; doubt he’d smilied in years. But one of those cocksure smiles a man gets when he’s seen to much to live and drank to much to care. “Alright. I&...