horror-lover

The gangster with the scarred face, known only as Joker and Mr. Darko to everyone, pulled his car up onto the front driveway of the Coleman house behind Alistair's. Sunday afternoon, so that left Al with a day off work to himself. After lighting up a cigarette, Joker stepped out of his car and walked up to the front door. Not bothering to knock, he tried for the knob, only to find it locked. But that wouldn't deter him. In just a couple seconds, he picked the lock and pushed through the door, finding Alistair standing in his kitchen, tossing back a shot. When he set his glass back down, the color dropped from his face when he saw who was sta

"Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep," Nancy chanted silently to herself as she turned on the sink in the tiny square bathroom of the local gas station, "Stay awake. Don't fall asleep." She cupped her hands together under the faucet, collecting the icy water in her hands, and splashed it on her face. She repeated this twice, then turned off the water. Nancy propped her hands on the edges of the porcelain sink, panting. She was so exhausted. She hadn't slept for three days, and it showed. She looked up at the mirror above the sink and examined her haggard appearance. Her skin was dry and her crystal blue eyes were ringed in heavy shadows, ma

When the Joker pulled the yellow bus loaded with cash into the factory's garage, he walked into the assembly room with his newly acquired shotgun rested on his shoulder, and was happy to find Harley there. She seemed to have grown weary in waiting for his return, as she was lying across one of the tables on her side, her eyes shut as if sleeping. But when he tried creeping up closer to her, despite his stealth, her eyelids peeled open, gazing up at him as he stood above her. "Welcome back," she said, a small smile coming across her face at the sight of him, "Sooo, how'd it go?" "Just..." the Joker answered, setting the gun down on the table

I wake up just a few minutes before the sunrise. The faint blue light glows through the windows. Renesmee is still sleeping soundly on the couch, curled up on her side under the wool blanket. She looks so innocent. I feel a sudden need to protect her, seeing her in such a state. My hair falls over my eyes, obscuring my vision. I hiss in annoyance and walk quietly to the bathroom. Me and Renesmee's wet clothes lay in a hamper in the corner. I need to put them through the dryer. I turn on the light and examine my reflection in the mirror. My hair is still blocking my eyes, so I push it across my forehead. The shadows around my eyes are star

For the next couple days, Justin stayed home in bed recovering. He found himself getting rather anxious, staying alone in the apartment for so long. After the fourth day of staying at home, Justin insisted to go back to school. Eric thought he should stay home until his wounds were completely healed, but Justin refused to stay at home any longer; he started feeling like a caged animal at the zoo. When Justin got back to school, everyone there gave him strange looks as he walked by. When he met with Sierra at lunch in the school courtyard, she gave him the same look. "What?!" he asked, his voice raised in annoyance, as he sat across the tabl

The Queen returned to her home that day triumphant. She had successfully coerced her naive young stepdaughter into biting into the poisoned fruit; the girl would be dead before the night was gone, and soon the Queen would be the fairest of all once more. She had slept that night with a smile across her wicked face. The child had not even recognized the old woman as her stepmother through the guise she had been wearing. She would not have believed it either. Unlike her stepmother, the old woman had been sweet and kind and courteous, even offering dear Snow White one of the shiniest, reddest apples from her basket. But after Snow White had swa

"Hi Jake. How are you?" Aunt Emily greets me as I enter my house. I don't even respond; she already knows "how I'm doing." Sam looks my way, not saying anything, and continues watching football on the TV. He doesn't even know what he can and can't say to me anymore. My dad's been gone since I was eleven. He drove off to buy cigarettes... and didn't bother driving back. Mom died giving birth to me so since I didn't have any parents left to take care of me, my uncle Sam and aunt Emily took me in instead of letting me get stuck in foster care. Emily starts to say, "Listen, Jake-" but I ignore her and walk straight to my room. I slam the door s

        That was almost a year and a half ago. X and I went on many dates after that, dates mainly consisting of drug-induced, knee- tearing, mind-blowing sex.        X was sitting on the bench with Marsha and were both resting their elbows on Dorian, who was looking quite exhausted. X smiled and walked up to me. His eyes were red and he staggered slightly. He was definitely drunk. He said, “Hey babe, glad you’re here.” and gave me a deep kiss. I could taste the alcohol on his lips. He pulled away and took a drink of his “tea”. “Are you drunk?” I asked him. “Hey, I’m not drunk! I’m just rea

        ~A~        7:00 a.m. Gray sunlight shines dully through the windows. It’s a morning like any other, gray and colorless and dull. Brian lies sleeping next to me. I slowly and softly as possible step out of bed and go to the mirror, careful not to wake him. I take a make-up sponge and wipe the white make-up off my face. Not even skin color was allowed, not since the Karoi took rule. I tie my hair back behind my head, sticking 2 silver paintbrushes in it to keep it together. I lean over Brian and kiss him on the cheek before putting my mask up. I whisper into his ear, “I’m sorry B