Mystery
Spirits.
It was not the contents of the dream that haunted me; it was the familiarity of it all. Every crevice of the room felt to be lived-in, not just by its natural deterioration from years of neglect, but as though I’d been squatting in it for days on-end. The Sun slipping through the cracks of the ceiling made it all-the-more surreal; it was dusk and I didn’t want to be there. Perhaps this torn-up warehouse was never to be a final stopping-point, or even a pitstop, but nevertheless there was not an end in sight.
By J.C. Traverse5 years ago in Fiction
"Emancipation Of Uncle Samson"
R “Emancipation Of Uncle Samson” He suddenly jerked awake, sweating profusely. He sat still on the bed mopping at nothing in particular, even the walls opposite him, he was not seeing. 15 minutes later, after a cup of cold water and visit to the toilet, he went back to sleep.
By Philip Ebuluofor5 years ago in Fiction
Box from the Past
Lana was an outgoing young lady, with dark eyes and a pale complexion. She was an outgoing person even on her worst days. Lana never met a stranger and enjoyed all life had to offer, but not because she led an easy life, given everything she wanted. In fact, it was quite the opposite, she lost both of her parents at a very young age.
By Laura Loflin5 years ago in Fiction
The One That's Coming
Father Emmanuelle jolted awake, the Bible falling off his lap and landing with a crack on the floor. He lowered his legs, eyes wide, but not seeing the dim room in front of him. He’d been dreaming. It was still vivid. They knelt in front of him, eyes downcast. Then one of their heads had exploded, followed by a bang—which was what had woken him.
By Schuyler Ebersol5 years ago in Fiction
