Death by Water
“Will this wailing ever stop?” I tried to scream over the noise. Lester just looked blankly at me, both hands firmly wedged against his ears. It was no good of…
We read Frankenstein last summer for my AP literature class and I loved it. If you don't already know, Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein in a challenge with her friends and husband, who was also a writer. Though she didn't know it at the time, Frankenstein would become a classic piece of fiction and inspiration for horror adaptations. So, I challenge you, just as Mary Shelley had been challenged, to write an original work of horror--ficly -style!
“Will this wailing ever stop?” I tried to scream over the noise. Lester just looked blankly at me, both hands firmly wedged against his ears. It was no good of…
Eileen could not move; she could not scream. For all her efforts she only managed to squirm and dart her eyes around a room that was either cramped and poorly…
Julie’s heart was pounding a frenzied beat against her ribcage while rivulets of sweat collected in the deep canyons that now marred her once beautiful face…
He stepped back from installing the newest containment units which he had ordered from Russia. His hands covered in oil and grease, he couldn’t help but tingle…
Mary broke away from her husband and collapsed, sobbing. She paused to plead with him. “Please! I miss him too. But this isn’t right! This isn’t right with…
“Hello, friend.” I didn’t raise my head to acknowledge the voice. There wasn’t any way that someone could be there. Therefore this had to be a dream or…