Stories tagged “gore”
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The End
The frame rattled as Gus kicked at the door. He could hear yelling from the other side of the door but blocked it out – concentrating on the door. The sharp rap of his booted foot on the door rang in the hallway again and again. The door frame fi...
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Hungry
I ran and jump from roofs to roofs, I turned and got down by an emergency ladder. The allay was dark and I was Hungry! So I slowly walked to the nearest road and there it was, the perfect target. Not to fat and not to skinny. So I sneaked behind him an...
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Jimmy Jabber's Last Ride
The streetlights overhead played havoc with the shadows as I drove the body of Jimmy Jabbers across the Brooklyn Bridge. His body sat like a sack of potatoes in the passenger seat, legs and arms limp as could be, what’s left of his head turned aw...
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Nightmare in the couldersack part 2 !
It was morning and the golden sunlight poured into the room filling it with Colour. Max woke up, he could not get any sleep after the dream last night he slipped into his jeans and pale blue top and made his way downstairs. he touched the smooth surfac...
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Nightmare in the couldersack part 3 !
Jack and his brother mark clambered into the silver car Jacks dad jumped in and eagerly rammed the key in his wife soon followed “Get yer belts on lads” he laughed in a jokey yet creepy voice he started up the car and reversed out the drive...
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Nightmare in the couldersack part 4
Jack hadn’t slept for ages he closed his eyes and soon drifted off. A boy lay there on a granite block asleep soon a dark figure walked into the room bent down and sunk his teeth into the boys neck the figure moved to reveal it was Jack. Again Ja...
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The Great Old One Explains
Peggy screamed. The Great Old One bounced away from Roger’s corpse, as blood bubbled out of the exposed wind pipe. “I’m sorry, Master,” she cowered. “He seemed like a likely candidate.” “When you bring a Prospe...
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A Plan Without Flaw
“Now this,” Dr. Garland heaved his creation from its container with a grin, “is my latest invention. The hyper-cyclic microphonic blade can cut more smoothly, finely and accurately than any physical blade ever created. It’s a be...
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phone call
He left a bloody fingerprint on the faceplate of the phone but brought it to his ear. “Hey Gus, it’s Scott. I’m heading out of town for the weekend but give me a call on Monday and we can talk ab ba-BANG-click” Gus was about to ...
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voicemail
“SCOTT!!!” He yelled, “Scott, open up the damn door!” He pounded on the door with the butt of his pistol. Flecks of blood hit the door as small dents and chips of off white paint marked where the pistol had struck. Gus pressed h...
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Snapped
Thump, thump, thump. My knife cleaves through the soft vegetables with ease. In the lounge room, the kids were playing, their voices gradually getting louder. “Kids! Be quiet please! I’m cooking dinner!” I yell to them. They didn̵...
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Optimism in Dark Places
A weary foursome, we stalked out of the apartment building. Bloodshot eyes watched our departure, perhaps hoping to slip in the outer door, sleep in a hallway. The August night welcomed our silence, and we its. Only after our course took us through the...
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Duck Hunting
I zipped up my duck suit, and put on my trainers. It was time to go. “Right. When i say go, run as fast as you can, i will try and shoot you with this double barrell shotgun, if i hit you, i win” Derick shouted, with a manic smile slathered...
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Hunting
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Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE pt. 2
“Silence,” The man standing in front of him narrowed his eyes into burnt shades of coal, and his voice was ever authoritative. “You try to soften me with that pathetic chew.” He drew his lip back and scoffed, “ A wife and children. Mmm, and w...
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Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE
Prologue A thick blanket of dried maple leaves swept over the diligent town, and claimed it the season of fall in the land of Eastone. The earth was dry, and rich which nutrients from the dying summer foliage, and despite all of the warm scents wafting...
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Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE pt.3
Sadon Rosse; a lanky fellow with a messy tangle of flaxen hair, often dirtied and oily from lack of grooming and his line of work in the stables stood there ringing his hands and pulling at the flesh of his neck nervously. He was recently removed from ...
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Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE pt. 4
Despite the man’s blabber, Aaron started in a low voice, gathering the crowds attention and nodding for two of his men to grab Sadon and hold him by his arms. They managed to pick him up a bit, settling him on his knees in the cold dirt. Sadon, head ...
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Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE pt.5
The crowd roared their approval, all edged on by the adrenaline of seeing a beheading take place. Usually not much happened in the quiet streets of Redwolfe, and when a ceremony like this did, it was hard not to be riled up as much as the townsfolk wer...
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Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE pt. 6
The man’s brows furrowed, and if it weren’t for the half face mask he was wearing, he would have been seen grimacing. Snow…that was a sign of cleansed fates, so said the gods and the fathers of the churches. Tystram grunted something and trudged ...