Horror Sans Novels & Stories

Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle Stuck On You and Other Prime Cuts by Jasper Bark Poetry collections: WAR by Alessandro Manzetti and Marge Simon Brief Encounters with My Third Eye by Bruce Boston No Mercy: Dark Poems by Alessandro Manzetti Eden Underground: Poetry of Darkness by Alessandro Manzetti If you’ve ever thought of becoming an author, we’d also like to recommend these non-fiction titles: The Dead Stage: The Journey from Page to Stage by Dan Weatherer Where Nightmares Come From: The Art of Storytelling in the Horror Genre, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Eugene Johnson Horror 101: The Way Forward, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Emma Audsley Horror 201: The Silver Scream Vol.1 and V

It was so liberating for him, that little by little and without realizing it, he began to shout it. "I am not a monster! I am not a monster!" He was screaming, louder and louder. Convinced for some strange reason that he was not a freak. Jonah ran out of his house and screamed that he was not a monster. He was running so fast that he had to hold Alma's head in his hand so that it wouldn't bother him. The people who saw him pass by looked at him strangely, his presence provoking disgust. But the children were afraid to see him. They wondered in their innocent little minds who was that strange little man, who possessed the color of the night and carried on his shoulder a strange head?

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Arnold stood furiously at the dining table in a full of raged. His face was covered up with sweat and I could see the liquid in his forehead dripped down his face. His eyes widened up in horror, looks like he was going attack whoever came close. His chest beat faster, visible inside his house wear. I heard the sound of thick liquid as it drizzled down the tiled floor continously, their are blood traced on the floor. Up to his palm, was a hand soaked in blood. His arm trembled to the reaction of the cut in his palm.

"She Feared None. Even If She Did, She Allowed No One To Peek Through Her Facade And Faced Everything Courageously. Regrettably, The One Who She Allowed Turned To Be The Reason Of Her Downfall." •••••••••• I was in my room, watching horror movie hiding myself in my blanket. I don't get scared easily owing to my life which itself is a nightmare but God?? Why would anyone make this nonsense and call them scary?! And this stupid girl! What does she think of herself? A superwoman? Why can't she just stop poking her nose everywhere and stick only to her house? The girl shrieked when she saw a dead body hanging on the tree and I just shut my mobile off. I guess I'll have some good sleep rather wat

Sane didn’t want to hold onto anyone, especially Seleen because he was afraid that he’d startle her again, but as the beating of his heart was already becoming unbearable, he grabbed Haniel’s arm instead. He heard the girl grin for she knew how scared he’d become when it came to situations like that. Luckily, she didn’t tease him a few minutes ago when he said that he was afraid of ghosts or else he’d feel even more ashamed, especially in front of Seleen. He wasn’t just a fan of scary things. He could even count with his fingers the scary movies that he had seen throughout his life, and it wasn’t even more than ten.

As for where he was in the dark of night, well, he was right by my food stall. The audience easily guessed that something sinister was going on, and their discussion reached a fever pitch. [The newbie is done for. The players have started killing one another.] [The scariest part of this horror game isn’t just the ghouls. Sometimes players are even more ruthless to one another.] [Her cooking might be able to win over the ghoul NPCs, but it won’t do much against another player’s longsword!] [What’s she going to do now? Can someone communicate with Camden? I can spend money to convince him not to do it. I’ll spend whatever it takes!]

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

The trailer that began playing made Danika’s stomach drop instantly—dark forest, screaming girl, sudden flashes, eerie music. Her head snapped toward Dante. “No. No, no, no. Please tell me that is not—” “Horror,” Dante said simply, taking his seat like it was nothing. Danika stared at him in horror. “You brought me to a horror movie?! I hate this!” Dante’s lips curled slightly. “I know.” “You—are you insane?” she whispered, already backing away toward the aisle. But the lights dimmed completely before she could escape. The movie started.

The sight of Serena's distress sends waves of protective fury through my system, making every muscle in my body strain against the supernatural restraints that hold me captive. Isabella places that terrifying blade against Serena's neck with deliberate precision, the supernatural metal gleaming with an otherworldly sharpness that promises swift and permanent death. The weapon seems to drink in the strange light of this transformed space, its edge radiating malevolent purpose that makes my supernatural senses recoil in instinctive horror.