Stories tagged “gothic”

  • Inside May Be Worse Than Outside

    Necessity sometimes strained one’s logic and twisted common sense. What she was doing, standing in the foyer of Diviny Manor, she would never know. Get out of the rain, perhaps? It was a possibility. She was dripping, and so was Lisha. There was ...

  • We Just Live For Scene (Mature)

    The air hung heavy with the smell of pepermint, lavander and cigarette smoke. The darkness almost drowned the room to the point where only the shadows of people could be made out. I took a seat on a dirty, red, leather, sofa. I sipped at my wine in my ...

  • The Dime Museum

    Were it not for the time and the place perhaps a happier life could have been conceived, but it could never be. Born years ago into a family that was relatively well to-do had doomed him from conception. They didn’t need the money from his sale, ...

  • Climbing Stairs In Combat Boots

    I slowly, carefully climbed the stairs up to my parents’ appartment, trying not to trip over the long laces of my black combat boots. I could hear babies crying, people yelling, dogs barking, the usual melody of disfunction that greeted me each t...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Lovely Greeting

    Each tap of my knuckles against the flimsy wooden door sent a sharp pain through my ears and into my head. At last, the door creaked open. I could see my mother’s, now old and wrinkled, face looking me up and down for a moment. She then opened th...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Explain Yourself

    My mother stepped aside to let me pass through the doorway. I entered the living room and quietly took a seat on the couch beside my father. “Hi, Dad,” I practically whispered. He shook his head and turned away, not saying a word. My mother...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Myth III: Stirba - Werewolf Bitch

    The moon hurts, she licks her lips when she finishes every sentence, a sharp pain at the crown of the head. The moon has entered my window, her skin is white and soft as a princess and I cannot help but caress her.She hurts me, she makes me bleed and I...

  • Love After Death (Poem) (Tag Cloud Challenge)

    The summer’s light on watery waves Came shining through the sky. Aboard a flawless sailing ship, The guests sat close and sighed, And watched, beneath an arch of wood, The groom stand waiting by. A box was wheeled along the deck As petals led the...

    • Author: j. smthng
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Skin Deep

    It looked beautiful, that was part of the trap. I kept running down the corridor, I heard it ended in an ancient staircase. it was connected to a system of tunnels that lead outside the city. Because of the difference in pressures there was some kind o...

  • Mama

    Mama stood out there in the back lot long after all the others had left. Tears rolled down her cheeks and froze on her tattered collar. She’d never had a child her own, and not for lack of trying. She’d bedded nearly every man here at the m...

  • Cage Curtains (Mature)

    “I can’t believe The Oddity died, I just can’t believe it!” Mr. Averady fumed as he paced around his office. “He was our biggest attraction! Our best damn performer! What the hell are we going to do now?” Mr. Primros...

  • She'll Call

    Even though I put the cell phone in the drawer with the garlic, she’ll call. Even though I’ve sprinkled the phone with the ashes of the dead at midnight in the garden, she’ll call. Even though I’ve walked widdershins around the ...

  • Life in Death

    It was the peak of his life, every piece was falling into place that created amazing memories for him to remember for the rest of his life. Their was life in his soul and fire in his heart; he conquered his world with no mercy and unrelienting force. H...

    • Author: T.J.
    • Posted 5 months ago.
  • Life in Death (cont.)

    (cont). He stepped outside the dorr of his antique home. The light danced off the dew with such subtlty that only a trained eye could appreciate. Why on the most beautiful of mornings did the God above decided to destroy everything he has ever worked f...

    • Author: T.J.
    • Posted 5 months ago.