Stories tagged “dark”
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House Guest
The cloud of smoke thins. For the first time, I see my captor. He is standing across the room, and his features are a blur. The hair is a mucky brown, the skin a pale olive tone: his outfit, an assortment of dark gray. I struggle against the rope that&...
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Dust in the Wind
His figure seemed to fade in and out with the light. As if he was made of smoke. Whenever a breeze would push through the dense, sticky air wisps of his being would drift away, fading into the same colorless hue as everything else. Dust in the wind. I ...
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A Moment of Illumination
Jordan felt something tickling her arm. She tried to push it away so she could go back to sleep. Two things happened in that instant- first, there was a squeak of irritation and second, there was a flash of pain as she became fully awake and remembered...
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Not All Entrances Are Exits
Jordan watched, in the warm glow of the lighter, as rat tails disappeared down a hallway blanketed in darkness. She sighed and looked around at the small room she was in. Most of it was taken up by two large crates covered in cobwebs and dust. A pizza ...
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First Impressions
When I turned, the girl who stood there was as different from my Mary as she possibly could be. While she looked roughly the same age, perhaps nine-teen, she was curvy, heavy in the hips and generously endowed. Her eyes were confident and full of misch...
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Was It Really A........2
Jim grabbed the hold of Josh’s hair and started to pull him towards him. Josh then attempted to struggle out of the hold, but he just ended up tripping on his shoes and fell to the ground. He scrapped his chin onto the pavement blood dripped from the...
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Return to scene
I sat on that swing. The one over there, by the tree. It was smaller then. Like me. The tree, I mean. It’s a little bit busted that swing. Not like that other one, just there. The one with the queue of children. No, the one by the tree has been a...
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Scream
There hadn’t been any warning. Her demons would come out at night, when her eyes were large and liquid and her face was a mask of fear. “I don’t,” she had said, stuttering for a start, “I can’t be in a place where pe...
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Into the Jaws
Ravenous, the creature ran through the fields adjacent to the neighborhood. Giant thuds accented the crackles and explosions in the night sky while stringy slime dripped from its gaping maw. It had been too long since the last feeding and it was desper...
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Burial
A casket, a hymn, For light in alive eyes Death darkens them dim.
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Ring-Ring
His fingers choked the bottles collar. Death grip applied, he chugged. As the overflow dribbled over his lips, he rested the bottle to his neck. Again, he dialed. The message began to play, at this point he’d grown tired, his frustration continue...
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The Dark Lands to the South
Zsrik looked up, his luminous yellow eyes picking out detail on the wings of dead Avians that flew far above him, nearly at the height of the artificial darkness that shielded the Dark Lands from the light. He looked back at what he had been doing, and...
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Guardian Angel
She’s tied Where she would’ve died Wide eyed But I reside beside her Hung hidden I am a black widow spider Climbing on her shoulder Her protector Making sure she grows older I am an evil soul collector My bite breaches the killer’s s...
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The Right Motivation
I walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. Looking into the trunk I saw a man gagged and bound with duct tape. “Okay,” I said to myself, “I can do this.” I pulled the man out of the trunk. He tried to scream and strug...
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Keywords
This campfire society is a call to isolation. Away from technology’s test, no need to duck bullets. Sequestered away from that teeming death hole, One may take pride in life and philosophy, comedy and fears. It is a speed run from darkness to lig...
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Lessons Learned
Boah knew better than to test the captain’s orders, especially ones so specific and simple. He had already filled the quota of 50 passengers, so he hardly noticed the tall pale man who blocked his return to the ship. He was about to push past whe...
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Limelight: The Hanging Women
Amidst the darkness of Limelight, shown occasionally by one of the many wandering lights that travel the vast black and white forest, is a women, hanging from a noose. Almost skeletal in appearance, with skin stretched painfully thin over her bones, sh...
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Limelight: The Puppet
He lay panting, up in a fork in one of the many black trees of Limelight. Each ragged break he took pained him to the core of his soul. His whole body seemed to ache with a deep weariness. Hatred boiled inside him as he looked down at his pathetic, ske...
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Limelight: Fillian
Fillian lay on the ground between two trees. His hands slowly clenched and unclenched grabbing pieces of grass each time. His breathing came in short gasps and his head pounded like it was being hit in with a frying pan. Fillian stood up slowly, grabbi...
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Serpent Tongue's Victim
Puppet leaned against a tree, standing on one of it’s branches high off the ground, his gaze on the clearing. ‘Looks like she found a new toy to play with’ Puppet hissed to himself. The stranger looked odd, not skeletal like Serpent T...
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Limelight: The Jack of Cards and Chance
Jack brooded on his throne of dices, the dice faces changing into random numbers every few seconds. The castle around resembled an elaborate card house. The cards whispered among each other bringing news from the farthest corners of Limelight. Letters ...
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The Spider's Future
I slowly crept onto the treetop. I flopped down on a branch and let myself rest. My mandibles clicked slowly and with a weariness about them. I felt a rush of joy. I had made. After all the attempts I had finaly made it. I crawled off my branch and bac...
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Sweet Innocence
She slowly licked her fingers clean, savoring the flavor. She smiled to herself. It was a delicous meal, and was caught very easily. She stained her fingers in it’s blood again, and started to draw on the wall. The face of a very pretty woman. Bu...
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Coagulation
My head was splitting as I slid across the floor reaching for the table. Though it was ancient and had the blood of many spilled on it, it was sturdy. My own blood was adding to the crusty brown surface and streaming down the table side while my arms w...
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IT's (Not by Stephen King)
It guffaws from the thick forestry Hillside adjacent To where we are Laughing its deep lament of poetry (Meanwhile, the moons of Jupiter languish on a star) We can’t be complacent! It saw fear in our stare It smells flesh in our scent Like our ...