Stories tagged “voices”

  • Percolate, Postulate Or Both?

    Percolate. Not what’s supposed to be happening while you sit in Geometry class. “Which Postulate would you use to prove A is equal to C?” The characters are running around in my mind like crazed maniacs, all begging for my attention. ...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • He's Crazy

    He stared down the hallway of his tiny house, which ran straight from front door to back, no hidden corners. It felt safe. Best of all, this was a new neighborhood, no one was talking about him behind his back. The TV was playing “The Good, The B...

  • Voices

    Noise. My life invaded by this constant noise! Voices in my head, whispering secrets I cannot understand. Hiding from me, and yet pestering me with their breaths. Each day, they grow louder and louder, Each night, they invade my dreams, Voicing out fan...

    • Author: J. Rein B.
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Violet

    So I’m using this story for a literature class My teacher said to delete So I didn’t look like I was plagiarizing my own work? Makes sense if you don’t think about it Anyway. I’d write a new story but you see my Trig teacher is...

  • Mute

    Most things begin at the beginning. I cannot start there, for our beginning has no survivors. However, I can tell you what the world was like when I was younger. It was bright: bursting at the seams with color and sonorousness and sensations. Each brea...

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • into the night

    women weep in secret lying cold along the trail of your passionate throes we are but transient jesters entertaining the judging, hungry eyes of your court but our soft white flesh will soon no longer feed your rotted soul you grow tired of our soft v...

  • I do what they tell me

    The voices have always been there. Maybe I’m crazy or maybe they are real. The results are real. I had no choice but to do what they told me, they just wouldn’t stop. When I try to sleep is the worst, whispers like a distant TV you can̵...

  • The Garden

    How long have I lived in the garden? I cannot say with certainty because time has no real meaning for me. I do not age. I do not toil. Rather, I contemplate. The brilliant coloring of the dawn, the chattering and chittering of animals and birds, the be...

    • Author: Bob Liddil
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Hello?

    I hear them again. Mom said it was just my imagination but I can’t turn it off. I imagined the TV and pressed the button but the people just stayed on the screen. They talk and I can’t see them. I open my eyes and the TV is gone I can’...

  • Beyond These Walls

    Coughing smoke and blood, she stumbled into a culvert. A glance behind was accompanied by a prayer that she hadn’t been followed. Firemen were probably just arriving at the complex – her escape would be unconfirmed until they gained control...

  • Toward the Dawn

    She had a friend out there, somewhere. A friend who spoke to her in the same non-voice of her own thoughts. She hadn’t questioned this. She hadn’t complained when the voice told her how to cause so much destruction. She had wanted so much t...

    • Author: Quijax
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Acceptance

    This door, this field was another dimension. The smell of ozone was so overpowering. Timothy’s nostrils were on fire. She squinted as the field of energy was sucking her in. It felt like electric magnetic particles eating away at her flesh. She t...

  • The Gift of Death

    Soft whispers echo in the hallway. They grow louder and the voices are hauntingly eerie. Black smoke slithers through a crack in the doorway, nearing the bed. I watch in silence as it snakes up the headboard. The ethereal song can be heard faintly from...

  • What Happened in the Tunnel?

    One. Two. Three. Four. Four times. Enough. He dropped the rock and it hit the ground with a thud. The noise echoed down the tunnel, amplifying slowly as it traveled. But he was the only one who heard it. He was, after all, the only person in the area. ...

  • Dancing With The Devil Himself

    I watch the man in the doorway silently, my mouth gaping open from shock. The man suddenly flicks his wrist at me and the black smoke clamps over my wrist. It feels cold, slimy.. The oily darkness tugs on me and I rise from my chair, forced to walk tow...

  • Whispers in the Dark.

    The sensation of being pulled from reality was unnerving. He couldn’t help how scared he was. The brown paper sack lay next to his hand, ready to be used. He tried to breathe, the oxygen failing to reach his lungs. Panic shook his limbs as he sn...

    • Author: Infinity.
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
  • Utter Silence

    Our world is extremely noisy. People are bombarded with auditory interference almost every single moment of their waking lives. The daily assault has become so constant and relentless, that people’s bodies have stopped knowing how to react to utt...

  • Apartment 704

    Killing, whether being done by a man or observed, takes away one’s humanity. Killing another human being is akin to leaping off a tall building in the concrete jungle; it should not be taken lightly. When you see the spark go out in someone’...

  • Details, Details, Details

    “This is it?” Kilrain asks in confusion. The probie, startled, just nods his head. “There’s an elderly women who lives next door, that’s who called it in.” the probie says, answering Kilrain’s next question,...

  • Rain and Fire

    The flames jump, iridescent forms leaping from their metal prison. They burn bright greens and blues, consuming the paint inside of the dumpster. Bits of ash and burning paper float hauntingly through the air; a strange contrast to the writhing flames ...

  • Dancing in the Rain

    Steven pulls his collar higher around his neck and tries to hide his smile sheepishly. A couple of men huddle underneath a nearby awning, passing a cigarette around. As Steven passes, oblivious in the pouring rain, one of them swings his head toward St...