Showing results for tag "death"

The First

David Crossley

27 Jul, 2016 09:47 AM

I’ll always remember my first pick up. It’s one of those things. Like your first love, your first car, or your first pet, but they are good memories. My first job is stored away in my bad memories box, but often comes to mind to send a shudder down my spine. I have seen worse since, but that was my first and I was a virgin to death then. For the first three days I didn´t see a corpse. I was washing cars, cleaning coffins, learning procedures, all the basic stuff. I was starting to think this job would be easy, then one night they called me on the mobile phone to go to a scene. We went to an apartment building in a less than desirable part of town. The apartment was on the seventh floor. When we reached the door to the apartment I was told by my... [Read More]

Tags: Death, True Story, Graphic
Votes: 2

Bitter sweet symphony

Stevey Taylor

19 Feb, 2016 11:56 AM

Bitter Sweet Symphony “Daddy, where’s mummy”?? My 6 year old son looks up at me from his bowl of kellogs corn flakes I had just served him, with milk dripping from his lower lips and worry in his eyes. “Daddy, where’s mummy”?? He asked again I couldn’t look him in the eyes, what would I say?? How will I explain this to him?? Where did my loving wife go?? I had asked myself that question for almost a year now, where did my loving wife go?? Funto was her name, I called her my Elf, not because she had pointy ears, no, I called her elf because she always managed to stay beautiful, look the same way all through the time I knew her. Where did my elf go?? She was the girl your parents prayed for you to find, the perfect wife. Loving, caring and ooh boy could she... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Lovers, Drugs, Demons
Votes: 3

the making of legends

Jack Sorenson

12 Jul, 2015 05:20 PM

This happens quite frequently in the making of legends. In small towns after all, who really believes that some old man’s disgruntle tales of his family home being invaded by a werewolf fifty years ago on a Halloweens night would ever come true. By a young boy’s dead father last words before he died. Jack and his Mother Deborah accounts to there his son, now being an old man himself many many years later. The belief was real in fact, the boy’s father believed it so much that there was a silver barrel shotgun with a homemade large thick wooden stock to hold its adamant size and weight by the front door remembering when he was a young boy. In that and a water stained cardboard box of silver bullets was all that remained to his father’s true belief carries with the shotgun as the shells rattled in his pocket... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Family, Terror, Werewolf
Votes: 2

No help

meandhope

22 Mar, 2015 12:19 PM

Alice was panting frantically. Her right leg was bleeding and something was dug deep in her shoulder, she started realizing that as she moved, she went no where. Then she saw that her left hand was caught inside a net. She wildly pulled her hand free and slowly stood up, clutching her right leg. "Zane.....Zane! Zane! Answer me!Where are you! Zane, Please! ZANE!" She moved away from the crash and sat on the dry, cold grass. Still shocked burying her hands in her face, sobbing. "don't leave me" It was the year 0. After the destruction of the world when the virus broke out. It practically made everyone turn into a Dracula combined with zombies. Well, whatever they were, they are now called 'the viculas'. The people who are still living in this world have lived long enough to know their weaknesses. They have missing bones in their neck to... [Read More]

Tags: Darkness, No Hope, Alone, Dying, Death, Graphic
Votes: -2

I ran out of fucking corn flakes.

Brandon Crooms

26 Jan, 2015 10:59 AM

“Today was exceedingly slow. First off, waking up at 6:30, ‘who even fucking scheduled that!?’ anyways, waking up seemed to take forever. I must have slept wonderfully last night because drool was EVERYWHERE! UGH! It was like a hound dog that kept his mouth wide open all night long. Breakfast was good, though I ran out of fucking corn flakes. The cat would not shut up either. However, the rest of the time at home went pretty smooth; got dressed, left for work…blah, blah. The ride to work was GOD awful! So much traffic and ASSHOLE drivers!! This butt-head decided that he wanted to turn in front of me. Casually, I sped up in hopes of ramming the bastard. My conscience was telling me that I should go follow this guy for a little "chit chat". Well I did. We must have driven for an hour or so. I had... [Read More]

Tags: Psycopath, Psycho, Killing, Knife, Killer, Murder, Death, Insanity, Insane, Crazy, Blood, Graphic
Votes: 5

Dead man

GothicEmbracerKD

10 Dec, 2014 07:07 AM

Years ago, in Ireland, there was a young girl named Mary Culhane. Her family was very poor and they lived in a white-washed cottage, down a country lane. She had six younger brothers and sisters and spent a lot of her time taking care of them. Her father worked as a grave digger in the local cemetery, next to the Catholic church. It was the only job he could get because he had been born with a bad leg. One day, when her father came home, he sat down sighed. He was extremely tired after working all day. “I can’t believe it,” he said. “I left my blackthorn walking stick back at the graveyard. If I don’t go back for it, someone will steal it. It was the last thing my poor departed father gave me before he died. I can barely walk without it.” Mary Culhane was always a... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Dark Creature, Sad, Horror, Grave
Votes: 3

Dire Consequences

Nathanael

03 Dec, 2014 08:17 PM

It was a cold and rather bleak afternoon. The sun wasn't present nor was its’ warmth and all that you could see in the sky was clouds. I remember the school bus stopping three houses down from mine and the bus doors opening with a slight creek like that of an old wooden door in a rather aged home. I had gotten up out of my seat and grabbed my back pack with both hands which caused me to wobble a bit as I walked through the aisle of the bus toward the exit. I noticed the faces of the fellow passengers and for a second admired the differences of each individual and the unique expressions each one possessed. I usually don’t talk like that to people though for people think I over analyze or take simple things to a much further level than things ever should be brought down... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Psych, Hospital, Coma, Depression, Sadness
Votes: 3

Unfinished: The Howling Flame.

Pride Ed

12 Jun, 2014 10:12 PM

"Nothing but weeds, of course!" I laughed. But then again, maybe I was tempting fate for not coming during the day. After all, coyotes are most certainty proven to be real. But so far it was just me up there. All alone! The only sounds I could hear were the crinkling of dried grass under my leather dress shoes and the now almost incessant sound of me tapping my flashlight in an effort to keep it on. "Should have gotten the name brand batteries," I muttered to myself as I kept walking. By the time I felt myself to be in the middle of the field, distant lights appeared and twinkled like stars on the blackened landscape. The lights looked like they could have been from either candles or lighters. Before the lights appeared, the only other light source was a small slit of the full moon just now coming... [Read More]

Tags: Ghost, Demons, Halloween, Death, Horror
Votes: 4

Painted smiles

Nerezza Selve

01 Jun, 2014 06:09 PM

I woke to green light and purple shadows. The air was heavy and humid, wrapping around me like a blanket. A faint buzzing irritated my ears. Fear gripped me. They would be coming soon. Coming with their sharp silver instruments and whispered promises that they were "just trying to fix you. It'll be over soon." Ignoring my screams. Looking down on me with painted smiles. I close my hand around the glass shard. Not today. They come on time, painted smiles bright red today. Their eyes flash, mine gleam and red drips down my face. Taking a life leaves me buzzing wit adrenaline. I turn. I run. I am free. Years of imprisonment in my own mind, in my own body, cannot prepare me for the absolute bliss, the euphoria that comes with the stretching of my muscles, the lengthening of my breath. I am hypnotized by the pounding of... [Read More]

Tags: Fear, Escape, Death
Votes: 12

A nightmare of heaven

Dark.angelofdeath

11 Oct, 2013 07:59 PM

Roses upon ones lips, hands on her hips. Saline closes her eyes and sees nothing but the death of her love ones. Blood in every hand, tears in every eye. There was nowhere to either run or hide the pain from coming on the outside of her breathless heart. She could scream but no one would be able to hear her cries. As the dark angels fill the night with darkness and sadness, Saline lays in her bed praying for a god to save her for the nightmare that ends her dreams of life. “Why am I here? Where is my savior the one to take all my pain from my dying heart?” Saline prays to the stars above the sky. As tears fall from her eyes she lays down her head and closes her eyes. With no sound of cries Saline falls asleep. *** ……….. Birds’ singing of a... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Blood, Scream
Votes: 5