H for Horror

Author: Heych

  • The Sirens Wail

    My head throbbed and I groaned, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. Daytime, I’ve been out for so long. My thoughts immediately went to Grace and Diana, I forced my eyes open and squinted around for them, Grace was beside me, her eyes raised to the heavens. Diana too was awake, staring blindly in…

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  • Sirens

    It was stormy outside, the dark blue waves slammed repeatedly against the hull of the ship and we rocked with it like faithful lovers. I got up and waved the tiny vial of smelling salts under my nose, fighting off the saltiness flooding my mouth and the nauseous simmering in my belly. I looked over…

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  • For ‘Quayya

    She was out there, beautiful as ever. The sun reflected off her short silky hair, and glowed off her dark smooth skin. I bent my head and wiped the counter because no one wants to see a boy smiling creepily at a girl standing 10 meters away through a glass window. What is she even…

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  • For ‘Mitan

    The road was bumpy, the bus dipping in and out of its potholes. the driver, whose skin resembled the night sky,  kept flashing him looks through the mirror as though he  was insane. He stared straight out of the window and ignored the flashing screen of his smartphone. It would be Keira,  He thought, he…

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  • Cotton Candy Skies

    As I edged the red truck out the driveway, I noticed that Sally, our Dalmatian, was chasing after me. So I put the car in neutral, and opened the door for her. I also noticed the dark clouds that quietly shuffled across the sky towards where I planned to go. Sally watched me warily, like…

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  • The Rose Garden of My Mind 

    ​ Time, in truth, is like a playful child; there is no turning back on the road destined for man.  In the course of my life, I have learned that I am nothing, a leaf blown by the wind, yet nothing is more important than myself.  Every time I dwell on this I become confused…

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  • Tea, Anyone?

    Lanre Ayomije had always been a queer sort of child. The kind that would stare with interest at a twisted limb, just imagining how the bones lay beneath the surface. The kind of child that grew beyond his age because of his interests. I knew he was a bit odd when he was 6, he…

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  • 3: 00am on a Monday in May.

    “So nice to meet you. Doctor Hertford. I’d love to have a visit but I’m dreadfully afraid of offices. How about lunch at my place?” I took her hand and shook it “Of course, your address is on this card, yes?” “Yes, it is” she smiled and stalked off. I stared at her fine ass…

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  • Death by Beauty

    You are beautiful, my love. So beautiful I can’t touch you, for I fear death. To you and mine too. Like Mountain Laurel, your innocent white-almost-pink petals beckon, but I fear the best way to enjoy you is to leave you be, so sickingly sweet is the honey crafted from you. It makes my blood…

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  • The Human

    For a moment,  I really thought about it. This thing called humanity: what makes us the same and what makes us so different. So I decided to put it down. Don’t know how it’s going to look like. This is unfiltered. Let’s strip away nationality, skin tone, hair and eye color,religion and racial disparity, gender…

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