Share your Short Stories

[Dragon16]

I think of myself as more of a writer then anything. Although it's been a while since I've written anything good. So, share your short stories here. I have a few, but I'll be sharing, A Werewolf's Spilt Screen Life
(please be advised that my stories are rather gruesome and sad)

A Were-wolf’s Spilt Screen Life

Snarling, slashing, and biting. Attacking is all I know. To kill, or be killed. Live or be dead. Slash and bite. Kill and eat. Blood red eyes, stained with tears. Murder. Heart pounding, lusting for blood to complete me. It draws me, closer and closer. Fangs, I slash with. Blood drips down my face. Who am I? No one. I am dying, but not dead. I am alive, but not living. I scream, louder and louder, inside my head. I need to be freed. Rescued, but those who help I kill. I search for new bodies, as the night drawls on. The moon bright and stinging my brain, urging me to kill. Rage and hate, swirls, drowns, and suffocates me. Blackness closing in.

I wake, slowly, and tiredly. I feel weak, sore. Looking at my blood soaked hands. Sighing, I know what I’ve done. My heart lurched. A child, a child. She lay nearby, torn into pieces, pool of blood drowning her. Tears stung my eyes. No, it couldn’t be, not a child. Oh please, not a child. My curse has cursed others. I’m killing this world and myself. I can’t stop, each night I kill. But a child, oh please dear God, why? Why an innocent life? She was only five by the looks. Tear and blood soaked, I reach for the door. It is opened by a man. He looks at me then at the girl. Anger fills his face. A crowd of men behind him. All carrying guns. Guns. I am a monster, a threat in their eyes. He lifts the barrel, pointing at my head. I look at him, nodding. Nodding. Put me out now. I pleaded to be dead. Kill me, save the world. He closes his eyes, pulls the trigger. A noise, echoing like thunder, like thunder. I feel free. I fall back, to the ground. Closing my eyes. I am free. Freeing the others too. I am free, but I am dead. Freedom has its costs, but I would give anything for freedom. Smiling as the light fades, because I know, the world is safe, and I am free.

[Dragon16]

(here's another one I wrote last year)


Daily Dose of Terror:
To hear the laugh. The cackle of doom. To see the death, the hate, the pain. Yelling and screaming, people getting dragged away. I watch in terror. The next victim was chosen. A man in my line. He’s getting dragged by dark shadowy hands, dragged to his horrible fate. Where we’ll hear his mournful cry, the screams, the moans, and the groans. Nobody goes down without a fight. They try, but the die quicker. Dragged into a room at the end of the hellish hall. Hearing a strange drill whirr with excitement. His scream, oh how a man can scream if he wants. The sudden halt of his vocal noises, followed by a pleading. The drill whirred louder, squealing into something. Something soft. A body. Hearing the splatter of his death against the walls of the deadly room. Making no noise as silent tears fall down my cheeks. He had two ‘X’s on his hand. Like me. I was next. I knew it. A gurgle of strange words. Two shadowed figures walk out. Carrying body parts away. One marching back towards or huddled group. A finger, long a bony, pointing, at me. Yelping in terror, I try to scramble away, but the ropes that held me, burned like fire. Crying silent tears, I prayed in my mind that I would go to a happy place. Hands reached around me, fingernails like knives dug into my body. They cut the rope. I had a chance, then and there, to go. Many people tried it before, but they killed them, in front of our eyes. I look at their faces. They looked sad, and angry. Hate and sorrow. Unsure whether to kill or free. I looked deep into their soul. They had no heart; they had a soul, but no heart. Fury took over the pain and hurt in their eyes. They dragged me. I spoke. They stopped. I asked to walk with dignity. They nodded. Saying it was the least they could do, for my kind. I stood, wiping away the tears. Standing proud, standing strong. Walking with the guards either side of me. I walked to the door. I shall not scream, nor cry, nor shout. I will do this with pride and honour. I shall not scare the souls of the other live ones, as they are the worst effected. The door opened. A thin bony hand beckoned me in. The guards pushed me in, quickly. As if they might have changed their mind. The hand reached towards me, grabbing my arm, pulling me into the eternal darkness. I heard the whirr of the drill, as it prepared again. Do not cry, do not scream. Do this with honour. I was placed on a table. Still surrounded in empty nothingness. Something sparkled in the darkness. I knew what it was. The eyes of who or whatever had placed my on the table. The drill got closer, closer to my head. Breathing deeply. I was scared, yes, but I was not afraid. Gulping in the sweet precious air, I shut my eyes tight. Throwing the thoughts of the horror near my head. Pulling in the sweet, sweet memories of my childhood. My mother, my family. Life before the murder and slaughter. I sighed. I was being caressed in the arms of my mother. She’ll meet me soon, she says. I nod. The drill touches my head. I am surrounded by a brilliant light.
I’m home, I thought.

[Dragon16]

Hell's House


I walk down the hallway to the very end. The two bedroom doors are wide open. It’s dark and stormy outside. I turn to the last door at the end of the hall. I reach inside for the switch. I flick it on, but no light appears. The power line outside must have fallen over. Suddenly lightning strikes nearby. It faintly lights up the room. I see a double bed, with red silk duvet cover. I thought the carpet was dark grey, but in this faint light it looks red. Wait, it is red. Blood. The bed was stained with blood, and so was the floor. In terror I automatically take a step back. I hear sudden ruptures of low growls. Then suddenly the hallway light bursts on. Brighter then usual. I look at the light. It feels like it’s burning into my skull. I turn to look away, shielding my eyes. Then I realise that the blood-stained bedroom door is closed. My heart is beating frantically. Suddenly the next bedroom door slams shut. I hear a thudding. Terrified, I wrap my arms around myself. Then I realise that the thudding is my heart racing. I look to the end of the hallway. It was the only way out. I was about to take a step, but then something horrible happened. My mouth felt like it was full of sandpaper. A dark shadowy claw reaches around the door. A deep rumbling growl fills the hallway. Then the head appears. Bright blood-red eyes glared at me. The frightening creature grins evilly, showing two long protruding fangs, which were dripping with green saliva. Suddenly the only source of light in the house turns off. I’m all alone in the dark with a creature that looks as though hell itself spat it out. Then the hallway door shuts quietly. It clicks in place. I hear a sound as though a creature with sharp claws was walking across the hall carpet. A deep echoing growl fills my ears. I feel a stabbing pain in my thigh. It feels like the creature is ripping me apart. I can’t contain my fear and pain any longer. I bellow a sharp piercing scream. A scream seems to stretch across the world and back. Then something fills my mouth. My screams become a muffled cry. Tears are streaming from my cheeks. It is the end of days for my innocent soul.