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...

I trusted him.

I brought him into my house.

These were the only things running through my head as Beau walked towards me, his face stony.

I was being backed against the window.

Breathe, I had to remember to breathe, breathe, breathe.

In, out, but the out was too shaky and I couldn’t think I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t

“Annalise.”

I felt his warmth, the softness of h...

The convention was being held on the fourth and fifth floors. Beau told me that we entered on floor five, and then after speeches were made, we would go to floor four for drinks.

The entrance was empty, which struck me as odd.

Beau led me to an elevator. Inside, he pressed the button labeled ‘5’ and the doors closed, trapping us in the box.

Five floors.

One.

My stomach dropped ...

The clock provides much ambiance as I stare at the laptop screen. The cursor blinks slowly, with the document plastered with little ideas.

I need a solid plot line. And fast.

Something mysterious, yet addictive to read.

Melissa wants the idea written down, and a sample drabble by this Monday.

It’s currently Friday night.

I’m not one to procrastinate, but no ideas appeared lately. I’ve looke...