Short stories & poems

The darkness floated around me like an ethereal shadow. Complete and unwavering, it comforted me and gave me the time to think. The room was void of household necessities and that made me feel safe. Nothing could creep up on me here. If the door opened, perhaps only a shred of light might intrude and bounce across the walls.

I never wanted that.

The dark was the only place I could breathe withou...

She instantly regretted the moment the words fell out.

The pain flashed in Ameera’s eyes. She winced, as if someone had rammed her spear into her chest.

“Enough." Ameera said.

She didn’t scream. She didn’t raise her voice.

She simply picked up her helmet and spear lying at her feet. "We shall discuss this tomorrow."

"No. We’re finishing this right now." Serene folded her hands.

Ameera ...

The wind made her hijab flutter as the night pressed deep into the woods. Trees towered above Ameera as she sat by the edge of the stream, dipping her ankles into the cold, flowing water.

She hugged her legs, chin on knees. Faint crackle and voices drifted from the base camp nearby.

The trees swayed along the wind, carrying subtle whispers.

A rustle of leaves tore through the silence. Sharp ...

Warning: Extreme violence. Death. Language.

Read at your own discretion.

“Salvation,” he smiled, “is inevitable. Our Time is inevitable.”

It felt cooler beneath the huge makeshift tent, contrasting the hot sun beyond.

Still, the crowd sweat in the unavoidable humidity of so many bodies packed together.

Jeremiah adjusted his posture and sat back straight, legs crossed, ...

“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!”

Clark Davidson sighed in exasperation. “Baby, we’ve talked about this, remember?”

His daughter looked up at him wet eyes. “I know, but-“

Clark rests a hand on little Amelia’s shoulder and gently squeezes, cutting her off. “No buts, okay? The man with no eyes isn’t real, and you’re mom and are going to keep y...

“I may look like a demon and talk like one. But if I truly were, would you still try to understand me?”

That was the first thing it said to me. A demon, or so it claimed. I couldn’t be sure, and even now the memory unsettles me more for what I don’t know than for what I do.

I began writing this only so I wouldn’t forget. The more I reread these words, the less certain I become. Was it real? A dr...

This place has a fully stocked bar. I am your bartender.I’ll make whatever you drink.Want a beer? No money is taken. But, if you drink this beer, you will lose part of your ear. .

You see this is not a regular Tavern, where you have a drink. This has only a one way door. No way out..owned by evils!

I came to his beautiful tavern for a week vacation, I never left. It’s a beautiful tavern

Chandelie...

Marcus Bridgestone was a young man of only seventeen looking news to fuel his creativity. He had always been curious, but lately he was digging into new experimental ways to help him. He had the learned the legends in his town about the three witches, and new his town was a hotbed for spiritualism in the past, especially the Morris Pratt Institute. This was a place where they studied the supernat...

Fire rages through the house. It consumes everything it comes in contact with. Ray can feel the heat coming from under his bedroom door. The smoke from the fire filling his room and his lungs. Unfortunately for him his room is on the second floor and there is no window. He has not idea how is going to escape but he knows that somehow he will get out of this. He can hear windows bursting downstairs...

He smiles with a mouth full of sharp teeth. Grinning, hands full of my still warm flesh. I sit and stare, shocked by his devilish beauty. Crimson runs down the truck windows and out of the gaps in the door.

I shake, hands vibrating on their own. My legs are weak, my heart stuck somewhere in my throat. It hammers so loudly I feel as though it might burst out from between my . I ask myself if I wen...