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It was the Christmas season. It had just gotten dark, as I was finally able to leave the office that night after working overtime. The streets were damp from the heavy rain; it had been an ...

I've always enjoyed Halloween. It's a great holiday, it's fun, and above all, I like getting scared. All these reasons make it like Christmas for me and my family. My parents actually like it as much ...

I was always close to my uncle, even if I was too young to truly know or understand him. He was a military man for the whole time I knew him and usually told the most ...

In Darkness She Lives Marquise Williams BANG!! The dark alley flashed with gunfire. A large, cleft-lipped man wearing a flat cap loomed over Klara, aiming a shaky .357 at her head. “Thought you could kill me, ...

Garren was lost. He’d sworn to remember the route, if only to keep his family safe, but the series of darkened and convoluted corridors they’d been led down all looked the same. The silent sobs of ...

I was about 8 years old when it all started. I was always a quiet child, never wanted to be the centre of attention. My mother on the other hand was a happy, loud woman with ...

Hidden deep within the rural countryside of mainland China sits a rotting edifice of failed consumerism: the decrepit remnants of Disneyland China. Half of a Western-style castle, bits of girders and wires and planks jutting out ...

My first twelve years of school had finally come to an end. Senior year, with its numerous college, federal financial aid, and scholarship forms was over, and there was a universal sigh of relief among my ...

I'm waiting at the bus stop, the rain is falling lightly and it's just about getting dark. I missed the last bus and now I'm tired and hungry, longing to be in my warm bed with ...

As I crossed the threshold of the library, I noticed that all sounds of the street stopped. I shrugged it off as being well soundproofed. I slowly weaved my way through the aisles, finding nothing that ...

“Welcome to the Memento Mori Museum, lovingly tour-guided by our docent EM(ily), who uploaded two short years ago! Come see caskets, coffins, wreaths and other not-so-ancient paraphernalia, along with an interactive exhibit where you can climb ...

To whom it may concern, my name is Michael Dean Fox. I'm writing this as a step by step reenactment of the cold winter night I had spent in the back country of East Tennessee. Some ...

Crunch. The day was perfect for a walk. The crisp autumn air, the blood-orange tint of the leaves, and the slight breeze made me realize that I needed to spend more time outdoors. Crunch. The sound ...

This actually happened to me a few years back at the University of the Arts in Philadelphia. My sophomore year, I roomed with a girl named Kara. She was a jazz vocalist, but her main interest ...

Jake shouldn't be outside tonight. Let alone walk through the woods by himself. But he's just gonna drop by his friend's house real quick to pick up his phone, which he forgot there a few days ...

We first set foot into this forest yesterday evening after spending just over an hour and a half making our journey. It was one of those evenings where the many Jet-Trails amongst the twilight sky had ...

Darkness surrounds me. And cold. And emptiness. I lay in this void not knowing how long I have lain here, and in the initial grogginess of my awakening I know not why I am here. I ...

Bodies were all they talked about in biology class. Luis hated biology class. He hated bodies. He hated the pressure of having a body. He used to watch the boys with their tight shirts, who were ...

I tried not to notice it. I pretended it wasn't there. I wore long sleeve shirts, and I never looked down. If I didn't think about it, I hoped, it would cease to exist. But I ...

The wind brushing up against my face was common, but it never felt subtle to me. Never felt as if it was there to cool or comfort; only there to remind me of where I was ...

Rumor had called this section in the vast city where I found my dwelling Old Hope, and it was often said that dreams of industrializing and modernizing the untamed Western coast had been rooted here by ...

I'm afraid to look outside windows at night. I guess some people are. It's just paranoia, right? You don't want to look outside your window at night and come face-to-face with an abhorrent creature. But, again, ...

Halloween, such a simple concept yet something that has bought countless years of joy to me. There is something about taking all of societies standards and throwing them out the window for 24 hours that is ...

Dear Friend, This is not a confession. There is nothing to confess. I would have to feel guilty for that. Let me be clear; I do not feel the slightest bit of remorse for anything. What ...