Jim stared at the words on the screen and sat back in his leather back chair. He reached forward and grabbed his tumbler of imported scotch and took a sip. The taste of the liquor on his lips felt refreshing and the sensation it gave him was the sensation of ease. He set down the glass on the desk folded his hands across his chest and sighed. He was stuck and needed some inspiration for his horror...

“Shit, they found me out, again,” I yelp without realizing I was talking out loud.

“What? Reese, you really need to go to bed it is way to late for this.” Dad says, closing my latest book in his lap.

“Dad, I know you, you’re going to go up to your study and work on puzzles until 3am. So why can’t I stay up and find out who I have to pretend to be next?” His thick brown eyebrows climb...

The clacking of the keys encapsulates my thoughts. Words flow from my finger tips like an endless waterfall of knowledge. And yet, it all sounds like shit. I throw my back against my hard wooden chair and groan.

_“Maybe it’s time for a break?” _I let my thoughts wonder. My heavy body picks itself up off the chair and flops onto the fluffy couch. As I bury my head into the couch it hugs me in a w...

In the middle of the night, Matthew is disturbed by a stranger looking for help. He invites them into their home as things keep giving him chills, and his gut feelings are telling him things that might get him out of this treacherous bone, chilling feeling that something is not right from the choice that he just made, but he keeps telling himself to ignore it so as he does things turn very grues...

The stairs creaked as I made my way down, and the dark followed me. It was late, and I had just fallen asleep when there was a knock on the door. At first, I ignored it, thinking I was imagining things. Just sleep-deprived. But it was insistent, and I figured I might as well check.

“Hello?” I called out as I opened the door, my voice swallowed by the fog outside. I couldn’t see anyone, just the o...

“A knock at the door at this hour?” Sam mumbles as she slides her feet into her fluffy slippers. She squints toward the clock on her night stand in case it’s too bright.

“2:47?” Sam had only gotten to bed almost two hours ago, after spending the day writing her upcoming novel. She seemed to not have time for anything else these days.

“I can’t, I’m too busy” replays in her head. It used to b...

I had finally finished wiring the solar panels on the roof of my log cabin and my home was officially 100% self sustainable. I grew vegetables in the garden and fished in the nearby creek for protein. I occasionally ate my own feces just to keep my immune system on its toes. The sun set atop the hills to the east which defied science. I was proud of my work and I celebrated by putting my feet up o...

Stuart Townsend suffered from insomnia. Most nights he was lucky to get a few hours of sleep, but on this particular night he decided to try something new. Earlier in the day he read a long-winded article online on holistic remedies for disorders with unknown cures—insomnia happened to be listed at number four. In the article, Dr. Jeffrey Holland, a leading researcher on the affects of all things ...

Once upon a time, in a small town surrounded by thick forests, there lived a reclusive writer named Evelyn. Known for her dark and enthralling tales, Evelyn rarely ventured out of her secluded cabin, preferring the solace and silence to fuel her creativity. One stormy night, a stranger, soaked and disheveled, came knocking on her door, desperately seeking help.

Intrigued and curious, Evelyn cauti...

Colette sat at her writing desk dressed in soft pjs and sighed, putting her right hand over her face and dragging it down, then slamming her head on her desk. “What am I going to write about now? I’m all out of ideas!”

Her two collies, Ozzy and Coco, came up to her side by side. Coco nosed her head under Colette’s dragging left hand and made her pet her.

Colette lifted her head a...