Category: Short Stories

  • A Darkness in the Woods

    A Darkness in the Woods

    Written By Cara Linder

    Far out in the country, there was a small town nestled between dense, sprawling forests. The town was known for its tranquility, and the residents felt safe enough to leave their doors unlocked at night and allow their children to play outside until dark. At night when they looked up the sky was covered in stars. But beneath the peaceful exterior of the town lurked a dark and malevolent force, unbeknownst to the townfolk, waiting to claim its next unsuspecting victim.

    One summer evening, two middle-school friends, Tim and Cassy, decided to take their bikes out for a ride.

    “I bet you can’t keep up!”

    “Hey you’re the one who can’t keep up!”

    They raced down the street past each other, faster, and faster. Tim was just about to pass the street light when he looked at the trees, spotting something move in the woods. Suddenly he lost control of his bike and was flung over the handlebars.

    “Tim!”

    Cassy hopped off her bike, and rushed to his aid.

    “Are you okay?”

    Time groaned and rolled over.

    “I think my arm’s broke.”

    They got up to walk Tim home, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had seen something lurking in the words, but he shrugged it off as just his imagination.

    Yet, in the distance a shadow moved through the trees.

    Tim went to the doctor and discovered that his arm was broken and received a cast for his arm. All the other kids signed it the next day and he felt a sense of relief that his injury wasn’t more severe. But that relief was short-lived, as the shadow in the woods continued to haunt his thoughts.

    Tim was riding his skateboard when Cassy walked up to him.

    “How’s your arm?” Tim smiled at her. “Great, everyone signed it!”

    Cassy, eager to get back to their normal routine, suggested they go on an adventure.

    “Since you’re doing so good, do you wanna go to the creek in the woods?”

    Tim’s smile quickly faded. “I don’t know Cassy. I thought I saw something in there that night and it just doesn’t…” “Aw c’mon Timothy, don’t be a wuss.”

    Tim crunched up his face. Despite his apprehension, Tim reluctantly agreed.

    “Alright, fine.”

    They made their way down the path toward the creek. It was about 100 feet away from the start of the path. As they reached the creek, they jumped over rocks looking for frogs. Tim was careful with his cast, but he wasn’t letting it stop him from having some fun. Shadows started to creep through the trees. Tim looked up at the sky, he realized the sun was about to set and an eerie feeling overcame him.

    The shadows seemed to grow longer and more menacing, but Tim tried to push his fears aside and enjoy the moment with his friend. As the sun began to set, Tim grew increasingly nervous and insisted they head home.

    “Hey Cassy, I think we should go home now.”

    Cassy, ignoring him, jumped onto another rock. “What! But we’re having so much fun!” “It’s getting dark. I want to go home.”

    She finally turned to him.

    “Don’t be such a baby. We’ve been out later than this before.” Tim looked around nervously. He was still scared, but everything seemed normal.

    “I’m going home now. You can come if you want.” Tim, without hesitation started back up the trail. Cassy, frustrated with his sudden change in behavior, huffed but reluctantly followed anyway. As they reached the edge of the woods, she thought she saw something moving in the shadows. She brushed it off as her imagination and they made their way back to Tim’s house.

    With her hands in her pockets, Cassy pouted, “So what do you want to do now?” Tim sighed. “I don’t know. I kinda just want to go home.”

    “We could look at the stars! I can show you where the North Star is.” Tim looked up at her. “Really?” Cassy smiled. “Yeah, sure! Look up there.”

    She pointed at the sky. “You see the Big Dipper? Above it is the little dipper, and that’s it right there!” Tim looked up with wide eyes. “Wow. That’s so cool.”

    They spent a little more time looking at the sky until they had to go home. Cassy waved at Tim. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waved back.

    “See ya.” Tim didn’t realize how dark the street was until he was alone. Fear started to creep up his spine. Then he noticed the street light had gone out. He looked around, but it was too dark to see anything. Tim looked up at the stars. They made him feel a little better, but all he wanted was to be home.

    He heard a sound come from the woods, and immediately broke into a sprint. He ran towards his house. It was right there at the end of the street. He’d be home in no time. Just a little father.

    Tim’s front door opened. His mother poked her head out.

    “Tim? Tim where are you honey?”

    He was usually home by now. She walked out onto the street, and looked around. There was no sign of him, or anyone for that matter. She went back inside to call Cassy’s mother.

    “Hello, Margaret? Is Tim over there? No? He hasn’t come home yet, and I’m getting worried. Okay, thank you.”

    The next day there were police cars outside of their house. Cassy’s mother told her Tim never came home last night.

    “What? But I just saw him.” “I know sweetheart. They’re going to look for him. Be careful, and if you see anything let us know.”

    She couldn’t believe it. How could he be gone?

    The police searched the woods, but there was no sign of him. The town was in shock, and the residents began to lock their doors, and a curfew implemented; they were afraid of what may be lurking in the woods.

    That night Cassy was looking out her window. She started thinking about Tim when she saw The North Star.

    “Why does it look brighter tonight?” She turned her gaze to the woods. Cassy couldn’t shake the feeling that she had saw something.

    “What was that? She looked closer, but nothing was out of place. Cassy started feeling guilty for not listening to Tim’s fears. She knew deep down that the darkness in the woods had claimed another victim, and she vowing to herself to never enter the woods again.

    In the morning, she went outside to play with the other kids. They wanted to go in the woods, but Cassy wasn’t so sure.

    “Guys I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Josh dribbled his basketball. “We could always shoot some hoops.” Rosy rolled her eyes.

    “That’s all you ever want to do. I want to go to the woods. Gabe will you please back me up.”

    “The woods do sound fun guys.” Cassy was nervous, but she decided to go along with it. It was better than being alone.

    They played hide-and-seek. Luckily they stayed pretty close the street, Cassy thought. “Come out come out wherever you are!”

    Rosy looked behind trees and bushes, but still couldn’t find anyone. She called out.

    “Okay guys I give up!” They still didn’t come out. “Guys? Hey, come on. I said I give up!”

    Rosy had gone farther into the woods than she thought. That was when it started to get dark. Rosy realized the shadows of the trees were stretching across the ground. She was getting nervous which made her lose her sense of direction. She spun in circles looking for her way back.

    “Guys! Where are you!”

    It seemed to get dark much faster than a usual day. Rosy finally found a boulder that looked familiar, and she made her way back. She kept looking around which made her more nervous as time went by. It felt like someone was watching her. She turned around, and saw a man duck behind a tree. That was when she started running.

    “Rosy! Where are you!”

    It had taken Rosy longer than usual to find them. They came out after a while, and she was nowhere to be found. They looked everywhere, but they still couldn’t find any sign of her. The sun was getting low so they decided to go back to they street. Maybe she was there.

    Gabe called for her.

    “Rosy! Where are you! Guys I’m really worried about her.”

    Josh looked up at the sky. “Guys the sun’s going down soon. We can’t look for her forever.”

    They were about to give up, and tell Rosy’s parents they couldn’t find her when she ran out of the trees.

    “Guys! Where were you!” “Rosy! We looked everywhere for you!”

    She was breathing heavy from running. “There’s someone in the woods! We should get out of here.”

    They all ran to Rosy’s porch. Gabe hugged her, and asked if she was OK.

    “No! I just got chased through the woods by something!” Cassy grabbed her arm. “Rosy. Listen to me. What happened? What did you see?” Rosy took a heavy breath before telling them everything. They all agreed to stay out of the woods, and close to their homes. Later, Rosy was laying in her bed. She heard a scratching sound at her window, when she peered outside, she saw the silhouette of the shadowy figure she had seen in her nightmares. She screamed and ran to her parents’ room, but they found nothing outside.

    They just locked her window, tucked her in and placed a blanket over her head. Rosy began to have nightmares, in which she saw a dark, shadowy figure stalking her through the woods. The figure had no face, but she could feel its malevolent gaze upon her. The nightmare became more terrifying, and she couldn’t shake the horror. Once she was in this deep sleep, the lock turned, and her window opened.

    The next morning the other kids saw more police cars, but this time outside Rosy’s house. They all gathered outside staring. Josh looked at the other two.

    “What do you guys think happened?” Cassy looked around. “That thing from last night must have gotten her.”

    Gabe kicked a bottle that was laying on the ground. “What are we going to do? We’re not even safe in our own houses!” All three of them decided to go to Josh and Gabe’s house. “Since we have bunk beds we can watch out for each other, but what about you Cassy?”

    She looked at them and shook her head. “I don’t know. We should have a sleep over so we can stick together.” Cassy ran home to asked her parents about the sleepover, but they said no. She called the boys to tell them she wasn’t allowed to leave the house anymore. They said their parents told them the same thing; with everything going on all the parents wanted to keep their kids home and safe.

    That night the boys were playing video games when Josh saw something. “Hey, what’s that?” They looked up at the sky. “Man that star is really bright. I don’t remember it ever looking like that.”

    Something moved in the corner of Gabe’s eye as they were staring out their window. “Josh. I saw something.” “What? What did you see?” “Oh my God! It’s Rosy! We gotta go get her!” Josh tried to grab him, but he was too fast. He ran outside, and made a beeline for the trees.

    “Gabe!” Josh didn’t know what to do. He stood in the doorway for a second before running after his brother. “Rosy! Rosy where are you!” She was ahead of him running between the trees. She led him deeper into the woods. He lost track of her, and when he slowed down he realized he was lost.

    Gabe had never been this far out before. He called for Rosy again, and then he called for Josh. There was no answer. He tried to find his way home using the light from the stars, but nothing looked familiar. It was so dark. He chose a direction, and started walking. Josh had been running through the forest too.

    He barely kept up with Gabe, and it wasn’t long before he lost track of him. Josh heard his name being called, so he ran towards it. He got closer to the sound when it suddenly stopped. “Gabe! This isn’t funny! Come back!” He walked around looking for any sign of him. Josh heard a twig snap behind him. He whipped around to see a shadow in the trees. He moved closer to the it when it stepped out in front of him.

    As the days passed, in addition to the twins disappearance, more and more strange occurrences began to happen in the town. People reported seeing shadowy figures lurking in the woods, and strange noises were heard at night. The residents were on edge, and many feared for their safety. While Cassy had a feeling that she was being watched, some evil presence and a shadowy figure following her wherever she went. She knew that she had to do something to stop it before she was its next victim.

    Cassy’s parents told her she wasn’t allowed to leave the house, mainly because no one knew what was going on, terrified Cassy even more. Why was everyone disappearing? She needed answers. There was one thought that sent a chill down her spine. She was next. She didn’t know what to do.

    The only thing she could think of was to grab a kitchen knife to hide under her pillow. She locked her windows, and tried to tie a rope around them for extra security. Cassy decided she was going to stay up all night. She sat on her bed holding the knife as the sun set.

    The moon was high in the sky as a light came through her window. Something drew her over. She looked up, and she saw The North Star again. It was so much brighter now. Her jaw dropped. She had never seen it look like that before. Cassy’s eyes went wide. The knife clattered to the floor. She lost control of herself, and opened her door. She stepped into her backyard. A giant shadow stood in front of the tree line. Cassy walked out into the starlight. Her trance led her over to it. It extended its long dark fingers towards her, and she took its hand. It pulled her into the forest.

    Soon after the star grew just a little brighter.

  • Forbidden Love: Eros and Aria

    Forbidden Love: Eros and Aria

    Eros, the ancient Greek god of love, was not accustomed to feeling emotions as deeply as humans did. He had always been detached, watching from above as the mortals below fell in and out of love at his command. But one day, everything changed.

    Eros was wandering the earth, observing the lives of mortals, when he came across a young woman named Aria. She was unlike any mortal he had ever seen before. Her beauty was captivating, her spirit was fierce, and her heart was full of love. Eros found himself drawn to her in a way he had never experienced before.

    Aria was engaged to a young prince named Alexander, who was set to take the throne in a neighboring kingdom. Eros knew that their love would not be accepted by either of their families and so, he did everything in his power to deter her marriage to Alexander. He used his powers to make Aria question her feelings for Alexander and to make Alexander question his feelings for Aria.

    Despite his efforts, Aria and Alexander’s love for each other only grew stronger. Eros found himself feeling a range of emotions he had never experienced before: jealousy, anger, and heartache. He knew he couldn’t let Aria marry Alexander, but he also couldn’t bear to see her with anyone else.

    Eros decided to reveal himself to Aria, and he told her of his love for her. But Aria couldn’t abandon her love for Alexander, and Eros knew that. He watched from afar as Aria and Alexander married, and he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

    But Eros was not one to dwell on his emotions for long. He knew that he had to move on, and so he returned to the heavens, watching over the mortals below with a newfound understanding of love and heartache.

    Eros knew that he would never forget Aria, the mortal who had taught him what it was to truly love and to truly feel. He would always remember the time they spent together and the lessons she taught him about love and loss. And as he looked down upon the earth, he knew that one day, he would find love again.

    The story captures the theme of unrequited love, sacrifice and the power of love to change even the immortal. It also touches on the difficulties of societal expectations and acceptance. The style of Nicholas Spark is known for its emotional depth and romantic themes, this story fits well in that style

  • Jackie & The Marbles of the Apocalypse

    Jackie & The Marbles of the Apocalypse

    In the year 2100, the world was not what it used to be. The nuclear wars of 2020 had left the planet a barren wasteland, with limited resources and a shortened life expectancy. Jack, a young boy of only 12, was one of the few survivors living in this harsh new world. He lived with his mother, the only family he had left. His father had died before he was born, killed by raiders while out gathering food for his family. With his mother suffering from a severe case of the flu, it was up to Jack to fend for them both.

    Every day, Jack used the family car, an inheritance from his father, to transport farmers from their farmlands to the mainlands, where the few remaining residential areas were located. On one of these trips, he came across a man in a colorful jester costume, advertising magic marbles that could produce clean water. Water was a luxury in this new world, and most people were willing to pay exorbitant prices to get their hands on it. When Jack heard that these marbles could produce water, he saw an opportunity to make a fortune. He quietly approached the man and asked how much it would cost to acquire the marbles. The man replied, “These marbles have no monetary value. They are only worth as much as your most valued possession.”

    Without hesitation, Jack offered the family car in exchange for the marbles. The man accepted, and Jack rushed home with his new treasure. He was too scared to take the marbles out for fear of raiders, so he decided to test them out in the safety of his own home.

    He placed the marbles on the ground, and a bright white light enveloped the room. Jack pushed his mother out of the way, and the light blinded him. When the light faded, he found himself in a high-tech facility with titanium walls. There was no one in sight, but displayed before him was the largest all-you-can-eat buffet he had ever seen.

    Overwhelmed by the sight of so much food, Jack started wrapping it up in the tablecloth. But before he could finish, an alarm sounded, and a hoard of people burst into the room. All human and looking normal, they saw Jack and their expression changed. They turned into an angry mob and lunged for him.

    Jack immediately jumped into the beam of light again, and he appeared back in front of his mother, the food safely tucked under his arm. He had escaped unscathed, but he knew he couldn’t stay in one place for long. He was now a wanted man, with a valuable possession that many would kill for.

    The magic marbles, it turned out, were created by a secret faction of scientists who had managed to survive the nuclear war and had been living in luxury underground. They had developed the marbles as a means of teleportation, allowing them to move around the world freely and secretly. They saw Jack as a thief and a threat to their existence and were determined to retrieve the marbles and eliminate him.

    Jack knew he had to leave the mainlands and head to the farmlands where he could hide and maybe even find a new way to survive. He set off on a journey through the barren wasteland, learning how to scavenge for food and defend himself against raiders. As he traveled, he met other survivors like himself, each with their own story of loss and survival.

    He soon realized that the post-apocalyptic world was divided into different factions, each with their own agenda and way of life. Some, like the scientists, had access to resources and technology that allowed them to live in relative comfort. Others, like the farmers, had to struggle to eke out a living in the harsh conditions.

    As Jack navigated this dangerous world, he encountered many challenges and obstacles. He had to fight off raiders and bandits, avoid the scientists and their henchmen, and find a way to sustain his mother’s health. But through it all, he never gave up hope. He was determined to survive, and to find a way to make a better life for himself and his mother.

    During his journey, Jack also discovered that the marbles could be used for more than just teleportation. He found out that they could produce clean water and he used this to help the farmers and the survivors. He became known as the “Marble Man” and he was respected and admired by the people.

    He eventually found a safe place to live, a small community of survivors who welcomed him and his mother with open arms. They taught him how to farm, how to build and how to defend themselves. And with the help of the marbles, they were able to establish a sustainable community.

    Years passed and Jack grew up to be a strong and resourceful leader. He led his community to thrive in the new world and helped other communities to do the same. He found a way to live in harmony with the other factions and even formed an alliance with the scientists. Together, they were able to bring about a new era of peace and prosperity in the post-apocalyptic world. Jack’s determination, resourcefulness and compassion helped to shape a new world where the value of life was respected and the people worked together to survive and thrive. And he continued to use the magic marbles to help others, and they became a symbol of hope in a world that had been ravaged by war.

  • Luxury & Blood

    Luxury & Blood

    Written By Alex Cross • Based on Bored Panda’s 2-Sentence Horror Stories

    Written By Alex Cross | Rating: MA

    Rupert Colman placed the card on the lock. He pushed the door open and extended his arm towards the interior of the suite. ‘Here you go, darling, make yourself at home.’

    The young woman smiled and bent her head, raising the hem of her silky blue dress as she walked past him into the room. Rupert watched the luscious sheen the corridor lights cast on the curves of her dress, the way it tugged slightly below the waist. She was one of the best ones yet, he decided. The Majestic was ever surprising in its steady supply of beautiful girls, but she was something else. He licked his lips and clicked the door shut behind him. 

    ‘Feel free to have a bath, if you would like to get warm and toasty,’ he said as he poured a glass of Cointreau, pausing to wink at her. She was sitting at the edge of the bed’s Moroccan rug, her hands between her thighs. A flash of uncertainty crossed her face, she flicked her hair. 

    ‘Don’t worry,’ Rupert told her, showing his trademark smile, ‘take your time.’ They were always afraid when Rupert told them to have a bath, to get comfortable. They thought he might not include it in the billable hours. What rash animal would do that? He didn’t want a stiff icicle in his bed, he wanted a nice and tender body, like the best cut of lamb. 

    Rupert lay in his bed, listening to the muffled noise of tumbling water, sipping his liquor whilst he let his eyes drift around the suite. The huge gold-framed painting on the opposite wall, with its bloody representation of the battle of Asti; the engraved table with its violet-cushioned gold chairs below it; the mahogany closet to the left, opposite the bathroom door. Rupert loved this preliminary stage. The fuzzy warmth from the liquor left a pleasurable vacuity within him. All his thoughts were vaguely pointed at the awaiting pleasure, and nothing else. His uncertainties, his fears? They couldn’t even get near him.

    As Rupert was taking the last sip of Cointreau, she appeared out of the bathroom door. Her blonde hair was slick and shiny, curving softly at the shoulders; her hand held up a white towel which reached just above the swelling of her breasts; white silky legs extended out of the lower part of the towel. She smiled, bit her lip, and let the towel fall to the floor. Rupert’s breaths became husky, a tingle came over his body as this milky goddess came towards him.

    The woman halted and looked at him. She tilted her delicate shoulder up slightly. ‘You like me?’ she said. ‘Honey, I love you. Come here, now.’ 

    She paused a moment more, as if considering the appeal of his extended arms. Then she slowly slid towards him. His hands were all over her body as she quickly undressed him. ‘What do we have here?’ she said, peeking under his boxers. Rupert jolted with extasy as she guided him inside her.

    Rupert was now sound asleep, tossing and turning.

    In his dream, Rupert found himself wandering down a deserted country road as the sun set. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the silence as he walked. He found himself on a high tower, looking out at dark, ominous clouds. A fierce wind whipped around him, causing him to cling to the edge of the tower. Suddenly, he was back in the hotel room. The atmosphere felt heavy and oppressive, as if he were underwater. He looked around and saw that the bed was empty. The alarm clock on the nightstand read 12:07. He wondered where the young woman he was with had gone. In that moment, he saw a dark figure looming over him. Agonizing pain shot through him as the figure clawed at his chest and covered his mouth to silence his screams.

    Rupert sat bolt upright, gasping. He stared at the bloody painting in front of him, at the table. Everything was in its place. What a fucked up dream, he thought, as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked to the side of the bed but the woman wasn’t there. He stared at the alarm clock. 12:06. 

    A creak.

    Rupert jerked his head around to see the closet door open. A scabbing white foot stepped out. Rupert let out a scream. He scrambled in his bedsheets as he realized he was trapped. The door was on the opposite side of the room, past the closet. Another foot creaked onto the parquet. 

    Rupert jumped off the bed and made for the toilet, his only chance. He turned around just as he reached out to the handle and the figure was barely three meters away from him. A spasm went through him. It wasn’t the young woman from the previous night, it was Cassandra, his late wife. Her skin was melting like wax and covered in swells and gashes. A thick noose hung around her bruised neck, the severed end of the rope dangling over her emaciated shoulder blade like a ponytail. She extended rotting fingers with chipped red nail polish and exposed her mulchy black teeth in a terrible smile. 

    ‘Hello, darling,’ she said, her voice raspy and mocking. Rupert let out a yelp and slammed down the handle. He pushed forward, but the door wouldn’t budge. He tugged backwards and the door flew open, just as he turned and saw Cassandra rushing towards him. Her arms were extended, her open mouth revealing a long and sinuous black tongue. 

    He stumbled face-first into the toilet, then twisted and scrambled backwards. She was inches away from him, extending her arm. ‘Come to me, dear,’ she purred. 

    He pushed the door with his foot, trying to shut it with all his might. 

    A few rotting fingers got jammed in the doorframe. A wretched wail came from the other side. 

    ‘You bastard,’ she screamed, ‘you filthy little shit, you will pay –‘

    He pushed harder at the door, letting out a growl of effort as he stared at the contorting fingers. Suddenly there was a slicing sound and the severed fingers fell to the floor. The door clanged shut. A howl of pain came from the other side. Rupert scrambled up and turned the lock.

    Silence. He leaned with his back on the doorframe and heaved. He looked to the side, at the three severed fingers. They were still squirming. 

    Thud. Thud. 

    Rupert looked up at the ceiling just in time to see the plaster crash open and a mound of twitching black cockroaches fall over him. His last sensation were the cockroaches crawling all over his naked body, eating their way into his skin as he writhed and screamed. 

    ‘You will pay,’ Cassandra’s voice echoed within him. ‘You will pay.’