SoulessSorrow

The sun was shining brightly overhead that particular afternoon, and the sound of birds chirping greeted Sarah as she made her way out of her school. It had been a long day, that particular day, and she was looking forward to going home, and relaxing for the weekend.

Sarah was a cute girl, who had short black hair that fell to her small rounded shoulders. She had dark brown eyes, and was garbed in a long-sleeved black shirt, that was tucked neatly into a pair of jeans, with black shoes tied ... Read Full Chapter

As Julie began to regain consciousness, she knew something wasn’t right. She started to panic as she realized she was strapped to a table.

A big bright light beamed down onto her face, blinding her, as silhouettes moved silently around her. The silhouettes began to whisper.

“She’s perfect, daddy, thank you.”

Julie tried to scream but the gag in her mouth muffled her cries. Julie heard a little girl giggle as something began to brush her hair. She then heard another giggle in the corner in ... Read Full Chapter

There is a banana lady in every town.

You might have to look for her, but I would advise against this. She is not someone you would like to meet.

You may find her on a less popular side street in your neighborhood. She is always facing the opposite direction from where you are approaching. She sits on one of those medical rollators, dressed in a white nightgown. Her fingers are short and stubby and they are always peeling a rotten banana. They’re her favorite.

I found ours by mistake.

I l... Read Full Chapter

Peter Pan is not what most people think he is… or I guess I should say, would be, but honestly, he’s real. I have not only seen him, but have also… felt him.

I met Peter Pan when I was about 11 years old. It had been a hard day with my family. I was playing outside with my siblings. They were both older than me. Sue was my 15-year-old sister and James was my 14-year-old brother. Of course, like most siblings their age, they didn’t want to be around me. They had dates and homework, and James ... Read Full Chapter

It is a quiet evening, the kind that fails to hide the occasional creaks and moans of aging floorboards as they shift in the indecisive Autumn temperatures.

She drifts just beyond the realm of reality. Her eyelids twitch left and right in short-lived spasms, interrupting the solitary stillness of her frigid bedroom. Her breaths quicken and her arms tighten, rustling the white satin sheets with a softness magnified by the noiseless void of night. In the strange semi-darkness of a room masked ... Read Full Chapter

Each year on December 5th, a person in my hometown is brutally murdered. The police are at a loss. With each victim, a poetic story is left behind. Below are the stories from the past three years.

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Fredrik loved to smile, for he was always glad. Happy, warm, and gentle — never, ever sad. But Fredrik had a secret, one he only knew. This man loved to strangle children, he turned them cold and blue.

The townsfolk never found them, for he was very smart. Fredrik took their corpses, ... Read Full Chapter