Angels and Demons.No sound could be heard across the misty midnight air,as I held my breath in ghastly fear. For here they come, as a thief in the night,to he who would not believe.Those Angels of God who have one wing dipped in blood,carrying out Gods will against the Earth, and holdingthe keys of hell and death.The Evil creature saw this and gathered his phantom armies,with numbers I can not comprehend.The air was now f...

Misty was a writer; and she wrote horror. She was an expert on the subject, even though Misty never wrote a ghost story, surprisingly. One day she decided to write one, but could not think of anything to write about. Misty decided to write about one of the ghosts that she personally had seen. She was going to write about Suntree Apartments, but Misty needed a little background on the area. She went to the library to find...

Look at meLet me gaze at youEyes wide and openLetting me into your soulMy heart swellsAt the sight you give meHands bound tightMouth taped closedI circle around youStrapped to the chairI drink in the fearThat is so clear in youThe tears blurring your visionCannot be containedLet them flowLet me see themLet me see moreI lift up your chin And plant a soft kiss On the silver blocking the flesh “Just a bit more,” I tell you A...

“This is it, Aaron,” Joel said as he pulled into the graveled driveway. Aaron noticed that the overgrown weeds that filled the yard had begun to fill the driveway too. The house was two stories high. The paint was chipped and it looked like at one time it was white. “I think I saw this house in a Stephen King movie,” Joel said. Aaron looked at his friend and smiled. “Let's go inside,” Joel said. He opened up the car door...

A friend of mine that’s oft described as strange and a bit droll, shared with me this tale about the Devil and his soul. He said Satan appeared one day and looked him in the eye, and said “Do what I now demand, or tomorrow you will die! I will take your soul and cut your miserable life in half, unless you can now find a way to make me smile and laugh!” My friend wanted to verify what he thought he had heard. He asked Sata...

Yesterday, I read about a bomb that killed a family in Afghanistan twelve hours ago-- four children, their parents and another man, a friend, perhaps, or a grand-parent who, just before their house exploded, was eating soup, talking, maybe laughing. In the photograph neighbors standing in the rubble raise their fists, a woman holds her weeping face. In Darfur I read about the raping of the women in a village by invading s...

All has been foretold those days of long ago, A new power will come forth to spread the flames and decay  unto the earth. The time of innocence is lost, now darkness engulfs us The time of his reign has come now we all will perish. The fiends of hell will sacrifice all for the new master to be set free. Many lives will have to end so the new illumination can begin. All may not be lost There is one last hope the gifts of G...

I watch the fathers running through the streets,carrying their limp dead children in their arms,their broken hearts bleeding grief and rage.I see them running past the wounded everywhere,past the blood, past the fires, past the crumbling buildings,past the rubble of homes and businesses,past the screams--fathers running for their liveson frantic feet through smoke filled air,the boom of bombs bursting in their ears, bulle...

Devils Island is off thecoast of Michigan, on Lake Superior. There were cabins scattered around the island. Most of the island was unpopulated, except for the park ranger’s office and twenty cabins. Today was Kaitlin’s thirteenth birthday; and as a treat, her parents took her to Devils Island. Since Kaitlin was now a teenager, her parents let her stay in a cabin by herself. The cabin was small and rustic, surrounded by so...

The creature had lived in Maple Rapids all his life, even though he did not know where he came from, did not know how he came to be. He lived in the roots of a large tree. The tree sat next to the Maple River, the roots were partly underwater. What no one knew, there was a small cave under the tree in which he resided. Nobody knew he existed, nobody even gave him a second thought; the tricks he played on the anglers were...

The Master of the House “Look, I tell you, its easy money,” said Mandy. “I don’t know,” answered Glen uncertainly, “what if we get caught. I’ve already got a suspended hanging over me. I don’t want to go down.” Mandy looked at the young man in front of her, contempt barely hidden behind her beautiful ice blue eyes. “We won’t get caught, will we,” she said walking over to him. Glen watched fascinated by the way her body mo...

The night sky was black, no clouds in the sky, the only light I had was from the moon. There had been recent fires in this area. I could still smell the fresh burnt wood. I don’t really know why people like me would walk through these woods but, I find it like this thing we call life...imperfect. I followed the scent of the fresh burnt wood and found an outcrop with a pond. This place looks like it hasn't been touched by...

The cold seeped through the seams of her flimsy jacket and Kat shivered violently. The icy finger of a zephyr curled its way around her neck like a scarf and raised goosebumps over her back. Impatiently, she pressed the doorbell for a third time. The snow had arrived a month earlier and had not left, lying in a thick blanket that seemed to hold in the freezing temperatures. Unable to cope, public transport had ground to a...

NIGHTMARE Wanting to get away from the over powering maddening quiet and stillness. I plunged into the fairground cutting a tight path for myself through the milling mass of human bodies. They were just forms, except for the occasional leering face with mouth open and wild looking eyes, turned in my direction. Fingers pointed, mouths opened and poured forth blood curdling screams and laughter on the edge of hysteria? Holl...

Inspired by a character created on an RPG (Role-Playing Game) site called 'Dysfunctional'. I have no idea if it is still running. Let me know what you think.------------------Who was it that said that right and wrong were just a matter of opinions? Or that there was little more than a fine line between insanity and sanity? Well, whoever they were, they never considered the notion that insanity comes in many forms. There i...