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This is the beginning of a story that I'm currently working on. Basically, a man hears an intruder in his house, late at night. He isn't the bravest of folks, but he still knows that he has to get a weapon of some kind and investigate.
Short Story | Updated Feb 4, 2015 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ray Nelsen
A simple poem about the beauty of a small lake that I and my creative writing class went to the spring of 2014. It is a sense poem so, one of the main purposes of it is to appeal to the reader's senses.
Sal is a serial killer regarded as an urban legend. For the Andrews sisters, the myths becoming a terrifying possibility when they realize they are not the only ones in the home. Is Sal real?
Short Story | Updated Oct 24, 2014 | Reads: 33 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jim Pack
Frank Simmons had always wanted to play a good guy in the movies. Seventeenth in the Henry Luellen series of short fiction.
This is it. This will put your skills to the test. How will you react when you are suddenly the only one responsible for everyone.
Andrew is thrilled to be out on a date with his girl friend, but things take a turn for the worst when he makes a mistake.
Short Story | Updated Apr 18, 2014 | Reads: 38 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Am I crazy? I can't give you an answer. It depends on who you ask. But I can tell you one thing for sure. Don't trust me. Because I only know half of what goes on here. And if I am psycho, and I really do belong in this hell hole, then there must be a reason.
By Gordon Marks
Home intrusion gone wrong. For the intruder. :-)
By Rachel Hedges
Just read it, although, I don't advise this to youngsters.
Last moments of a person who's conscience finally breaks the dust. But did they really deserve it?
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked over to the televisions he had placed on his desk, all of which were hooked up to the CCTv cameras he had positioned in each of the rooms of his house. He surveyed the rooms on the screens and deciding that they were all empty, he unbolted his door.
By Peyton Lewis
On October 16, 1991, an estranged violent man entered our home around 4:15. He held a shotgun and a ski mask was around his face--but I knew who he was, even if my family didn't. But it was a while before he took it off--but first we had to be held hostage.
Novel | Updated Dec 27, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Run away from the nightmare...
This is a nightmare I've had since I was a child.
Jacob knew she was trouble from the start, but he never thought she would be this bad. A small fan fiction I'm doing to give me ideas for my other story Jail House Biography
Novel | Updated Sep 7, 2010 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3