Stories tagged “death”

  • Through a Mirror, Darkly

    Day Seven (01-23-34 LE) I can’t get back to sleep. I woke up from a nightmare and now I can’t sleep. Maybe writing it will do a memory dump and get me some rest. I am in this corridor. It is dark and covered in pipes and grating. There is a...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Basements

    I hate basements. No, I freaking despise them. They terrify me. Ever since I was a kid, going into the basement causes my heart to race, my mouth to dry out, and my palms to sweat. You want a milkshake? Hand me ice cream and milk in a cup, and send me ...

  • Infatuation is Worth Dying For

    Saving her breath, Layla started away from the dweeb standing in front of her locker. The past few months, Seth had been following her and she had tried her hardest to ignore him, hoping he’d take a hint. But he hadn’t. He stopped her, the ...

  • Disease

    So let me just say that the woman on the couch with her tongue down my dad’s throat was nothing like my mother. She had straggely oily blonde hair and a muffin top from trying to squeeze herself into what looked to be clothes from American Eagle ...

  • Gives You Hell

    Dad’s taunting did not lessen one bit after Mom’s death. It actually only got worse. Plus he remarried a month after his wife died to his disgusting lover. I wasn’t invited to the wedding. I wouldn’t have gone anyway. And once &...

  • By Any Means

    He had picked a spot up on a butte that overlooked the scrubland below. Besides him sat his Sharps rifle. It was outfitted with a brass telescope and set of cross hairs at the end of the barrel. Next to the rifle was three bullets, their brass casing s...

  • Lost

    I crawled through the woods on my hands and knees. My skin soaked up every drop of moisture it could from the dirt and moss, as I hadn’t ingested a drop of food or water in at least two days. It might have been longer, but time had no meaning to ...

    • Author: Guin
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • The Truth Will Out

    Captain’s Log, Day 8213 Everything went to hell today. Fleance figured it out. “The answer lies inside me.” Bob actually physically implanted a note inside his body. How Fleance managed to keep his lunch down while he rooted around in...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Violent Interlude

    If they had only asked for my wallet. But, no. The three knife-wielding punks surrounding us say they’re taking Jennifer, too. No way. I move as if to hand one my wallet, and drop it. As his eyes reflexively follow it, I jump up, grabbing the bac...

  • To Lose The One You Love

    The skies lit in a flash, as lightening passed. The bed shook as the thunder roared, a glass of water edged closer to the edge of the table. The baby scared awake, crying for his mother. The blood dried on the wall, and the carpet was soaked in it. My ...

  • The Outbreak

    Mary Wake up A moan Mary A louder moan What is it Carl I couldn’t believe Carl was up this late, disturbing my sleep. There was only 3 more hours before I had to be at work. “Carl honey its late go back to sleep.” -“Mary it ha...

  • The First Time I Saw Her

    The first time I saw her was the day she jumped. She was beautiful. My age. A couple of years younger, maybe, but not long out of high school. Her long, black hair, almost like a cape down her back. Long enough and heavy enough that the wind barely mov...

  • Ralph's A Dead Man

    “Get me ’nother beer, Mary Sue!” he slurred as he hollered from the dirty old couch that he spent most of his waking hours on. He snorted and grunted as he watched the game oblivious to the old pizza boxes and partially empty take-out...

  • A Week in 2034

    May 13, 2034 - Composer of the soundtrack of the summer of 2014 dies. May 14, 2034 - The singer who sung the song I danced with you at the prom dies. - A tabloid star dies. I always kind of liked her, even though she was on that stupid show. - Some ra...

  • Rack Shambles

    Standing out like a lone figure on a boundless and barren chessboard, a single wooden shack sat in the painful quiet. It stood half again the height of any soul and fifteen feet square at the base. A solemn door gave meager definition to the dusty brow...

    • Author: Ian Smith
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Blood is Thicker Than Water

    Every line backer on the team was chasing him now. He only weighed a third of what those big boys weighed but he had to have the ball. He ran across streets, through alleys and yards, jumping fences and shrubs. With them dead on his heels, he finally m...

  • Judgement part one

    I knew I was in trouble. I thought when I committed suicide that it would all end. There would be nothing. No more pain, no sorrow, no existence. Blissful oblivion. Instead I found myself in this room. White. It was like being inside of giant ping pong...

  • Judgement part two

    The chair spun around and seated in it was a man, about 4 feet tall, with wire glasses and a white mao jacket. He looked vaguely like a cross between Yoda and Heinrich Himmler He looked up and, in a thick Jewish accent shouted, “You Dolt! You Idjyet,...

  • House no. 1427

    The door to the cottage was open, but without any sign of a forced entry. He stepped lightly down the overgrown garden path to the front door, and called out, just loud enough for anyone inside to hear him. He waited a minute, but only silence came. He...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • on my way out

    every morning is always the same stale cigarettes and gin stain my breath but this is what gets me through the day my aid to help me pass lifes test some criticize and i do too this is no healthy way to live but this is what i have to do i take so i ca...

  • Life Resumed

    After 35 long years, it had finally happened, her husband had died. She sits at the table like every other morning. The newspaper was read, the coupons clipped. The coffee was gone, another pot was brewing. Thirty-five years of being tethered to a whee...

    • Author: BA Boucher
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Old Glory

    I…I’m dying. Heh, life does flash before your eyes. How about that. Mom and Dad…life sure was good back in New York. Hey—this is my earliest memory! My third birthday in 1906! P.S. 118…twelve years of my life I spent at that school…...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • What Will Life Offer Me In This Journey

    Another night alone, sitting at my desk. I look in the mirror; I expect to see a man filled with riches. A heart filled with gold, a mind so brilliant. Sigh all that is to see is me, in my torn up jeans, bagging shirt that hasn’t bin washed in a whil...

  • Rose Garden Part IIII

    “I could tell you one story of this house, right were you are sitting a young woman. Maybe in her twenties served a wealthy man, by the name of Keith. She had loved that man, served his every wish. She was no match with his wife, but that never stopp...

  • Shutting Down the Gateway

    From The New York Times, November 2, 2009: ST. LOUIS (AP) – The Gateway to the West is suffering the terrible and tragic phenomenon of massive riots today as tensions have been stretched beyond their breaking points. Violence first erupted at the...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5