Stories tagged “fear”

  • Almost

    My hands were shaking. Seated at the table with the pamphlet in one hand and phone in the other, I waited. I don’t know what I waited for – perhaps divine intervention, perhaps for the phone to ring, perhaps just for my courage to suddenly ...

  • Chronicles Of Millie and Me Chapter 5

    I casually approached Demetri and was about to introduce myself when he saw me and screamed so loudly that if I were still alive my ear drums would have burst. I could sense his every fear of me projected onto me. I found it so upsetting so I vanished ...

  • Chronicles Of Millie and Me Chapter 6

    November 1989 “Demetri your cousins and Aunt are coming to visit today. Look at the state of this room. It’s a mess clean it up right now. " “Aww, but Mum I got up to Jankens castle again in Alex the Kidd and I’ve almost be...

  • Invasion

    I could see the shadows passing under the closet door. I closed my eyes and tried not to breathe. At 7:13 tonight the door was smashed in and three men entered the house. I was up in my room when this happened. I heard several gunshots and closed mysel...

    • Author: Ronnie
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • The Last Mariachi (Reprise)

    My ears tracked the lonely music as long as I could. It was a welcome reprieve from the ever-present music of desert fauna that one would normally expect in the wastes of Mexico. The moon hovered in the sky, pleasantly full and illuminating the land qu...

    • Author: Tesseract
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • I Am Fear

    I know you can’t see me, but I relish in the taste of your fear from here. My voice approaches from the left, so you dart right… Only to hear it approach from before you. It may not be pleasant to hear, but well… I’m not a pleas...

    • Author: Tesseract
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Killing her with a D3

    Have you ever felt terrified, I mean, terrified, iron knot in the stomach, chest heaving, pissin’ on your pants terrified? This is how I have lived since I was ten. She comes suddenly and she disappears as suddenly. She comes out of shadows, in b...

  • Scribaphobia

    They’re looking at me. I can’t write here, it’s too public. What if they walk by, scan my page and laugh? It’s way too noisy here. What I need is a month at a cozy, wired cabin at a sparkling lake. Then I would write my masterpiece. Right? Yeah...

    • Author: TrevorP79
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Stand Fast

    It was the third day of the seige of Kherem. The shades were howling in the air but had not yet pierced the barrier. Serenna was glad her watch would be over soon. She took the letter from Ewan from her pocket. “What have you got there?” sa...

    • Author: Garsecg
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Tunnel Vision

    I’ve been digging for hours. The scree under my feet rattles and scatters as I swing my pick against the temporary walls of my confinement. I couldn’t see any ore if I was looking for any. Even the happy glimmer of a gold vein would be lost...

  • Sisyphus, Part Four

    Larssen’s been gone for two hours. The sun’s getting lower, and Pavlov is almost out of cigarettes. Dusk is the worst time. The light reflects off of the mirror-polished saltflats, and the horizon is bright blur for raiders and animals to h...

  • Sisyphus, Part Five

    The critter sniffs the air. Pavlov’s seen this type before. Vaguely reptilian, but nearly mammalian with the hair and snout. Pavlov is frozen. The tail swipes back and forth. Sweat beads on Pavlov’s forehead. His rifle is in his hands. Brin...

  • Sisyphus, Part Six

    Pavlov knows his time has come. The critter is no longer sniffling the air. It takes full snorts of the air, trying to find that elusive scent of sweat, nicotine, and fear. Its short, forked tongue laps at the dusty breeze. Pavlov closes his eyes for a...

  • I love you, unborn son.

    Sometimes when I’m in bed, and the only sound is the snoring in my ear, I think too much. I start out with something small, like; Oh my God, I’m having a baby. Okay, that’s not small, but that’s as small as it gets these days. U...

    • Author: Lamezorz
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • It Will Only be My Pain

    I knew he couldn’t understand. He knows his abilities limits. He knows what it is, exactly what he does. It has a name. He had help during development, not people telling him to figure it out. He didn’t hurt people as I have. I closed my ey...

  • (S)he

    Hands above the head Hands out front Out to the sides “He’s so stupid…” I mused. If Chelsea heard me, she didn’t show it. Her eyes remained glued to the oversized comic strip character in front of us. It had been totally s...

    • Author: Kihd
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • Fear Crept (Poem)

    Fear crept behind my eyes As I looked to my crystal ball; Fog swarmed around the glass And would not show what I’d befall. Fear then crept down my shoulders As my nails drug and scratched, But no matter how I abused the surface I saw nothing behi...

    • Author: D.E DeWitt
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Trade In

    “Mommy, mommy!” Seven kids rushed into the room led by my daughter. Breathless she ran, tiny shoes tapping against the hard wood floor, and threw her arms around me, trembling. “What’s wrong, Nadya?” “I didn’t ...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Recurring Dream

    Touches of Collective skin (Such is love)— Water rushes Large and luscious Light and slim In between my dim Conscious, Heaven, seven phases of Venus, And all of my responses There develops a recurring dream Of a torrential storm Blurring my un...

  • The Glade of White Grasses

    They called it the Glade of White Grasses. No man knew why it had taken on such a peculiar character. The children loved to go there to play in the summer, to pretend the snows of winter had claimed this little patch all year round. It was as good a gu...

    • Author: Robert Grey
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Tractors and Lost Children

    The bright afternoon sun barely penetrated the overlapping branches of the pine trees. The forest was dense and even though there was no wind, a cold chill permeated it. I rubbed my arms for warmth as I ventured deeper. “Charlie!” I called ...

  • I Do Not Fear The Wind

    I do not fear the Wind The Wind knows where it is and where it is going. It brings life to the leaves; freshness to the day. The Wind can affect your body; make you warm when you feel cold. It can equally make you cold when you desire warmth. The Wind...

  • The Attack

    Aren’t you a Christian? You shouldn’t be afraid of death. She shook her head. Not in disagreement, but because her muscles were spazzing. She made fists then opened them again; over and over till her joints were stiff. “Can’t...

    • Author: D.E DeWitt
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Fighting For Peace is Like F-ing For Virginity (1)

    Spacious Tall and tenacious Places Crawl with anxious Audacious young faces Who’ve acquired a taste For what their superior hates They’re told their life is a waste Unless they enroll And dole death with haste Taking less than one breath per so...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Fighting For Peace is Like F-ing For Virginity (2)

    (Cont.) In cohesion With arms and lead in their guns Who murder daughters and sons— On the run Until they run red Are stunned and then dead The innocent are sentenced instead Of the person who bent Triggers with full intent To administer death wi...