This is a short story about a wealthy man name Charles Liverwort. who feeds the whole town meat doing the great depression in 1929, everyone love when Charles comes to town because he gives ...

I am contemplating writing a novel called 'i am the devil' and this is a short extract. It will be mostly in the first person through the eyes of an undiagnosed sociopath who has decided to ...

I slammed my jaw against the wood so hard that I thought I heard it crack. I gasped for air and tried to stand again, knowing the bathroom wasn't very far. I needed to see for myself that it...

I had a creepy message from a fortune cookie so I thought up this story. I was going to right Annie's point in the story, but I decided it would seem better to get my friend to write it.

Pete has to get £10,000 to a drug dealer or he was dead, taking Danni his Daughter to the drop off point and pick up his £10,000 was not going to be easy. there was a line he thought he'd ne...

I have been writing this for a while, I just forgot that I hadn't finished it. Cheers.

She told herself the dark shape beyond the line of trees was just a shadow and the thumping in her ears was merely the pounding of her heart. She turned slowly in a circle. It was so dark. S...