Inflame Story

Oh, the Horror . . . Emma and her husband, Jerry, like to watch movies. No, actually, Emma and Jerry love to watch movies. They have only one tiny problem. They never like the same movies . . . Emma likes horror movies. She likes the fear and the blood. Jerry, on the other hand, hates horror movies. He hates the fear and the blood. He likes love stories. He likes romantic couples and happy endings. Emma hates romantic movies. She thinks they are silly and boring. At first, they don’t know they have such different tastes in movies. Emma comes home. “Oh, my goodness!” She calls out. “Jerry! You have to come with me to the movies. There is this amazing new movie! I must watch it.” “Which one is it?” “The Bloody Ax.” Jerry thinks about it for a second, “Hmm . . . doesn’t it sound a bit weird?” “Of course not, silly! It seems like an amazing movie. We must watch it.” Emma laughs at him. “Well, if you say so. Let’s go for it.” Two hours later, Jerry is sitting in the movie theater, screaming...

How to Kill ? How To Kill ? "So, you're gonna kill me." Sophia said. "Of course" James replied. "With what? Butcher knife?" Sophia asked. "No...something organic..." James said and left the room, leaving Sophia hanging upside down, from the ceiling. She was in her white, sleeveless shirt. She knew that that white would fade away from her. Also her breath. She didn't know why she was there. Who James was and why he wants to kill her. She was in perturbation…Hanging from the top was tough for her but she had no other way. No way home. The way James looked at her...was breath-taking. What did he just say? Organic... Sophia tried all the ways to escape but the fact hit her that they were in midst of a forest. Dense forest. Maybe, that's what James would have meant. "Gone to eat?" Sophia yelled sarcastically. No response. "Goddamn.." After a few minutes, James entered with a bucket. "Food to eat?" Sophia asked...

 Mine Rewa Karthik, flat 201, Manohar Heights The alarm rang in the living room. Good thing Rewa placed the alarm there, now she has to walk all the way to switch it off and stop being lazy. Rewa, a 28 year old software corporate girl was on a long break she applied for just the day before. It was a much needed break and she was determined to spend this period productively.  "Just a brief visit Kaku, I even got a juicy bonus message, we will have a blast. Kaka, dada all of you should come." Rewa was excited for having her family over for the holidays. They were her only family living away from her. Rewa spent her days and nights thinking about them, imagining spending good time with them. Well now she is going to have the time of her life. She spent her morning preparing the new set of beds, kaku and kaka cannot tolerate dusty bedding. She took out the treadmill in the balcony, dada cannot survive a day without it, being the fitness freak he is. She made theplas from the scra...

🍂"The Golden Bird" An English motivational short story with moral A certain king had a beautiful garden, and in the garden stood a tree which bore golden apples. These apples were always counted, and about the time when they began to grow ripe it was found that every night one of them was gone. The king became very angry at this, and ordered the gardener to keep watch all night under the tree. The gardener set his eldest son to watch; but about twelve o’clock he fell asleep, and in the morning another of the apples was missing. Then the second son was ordered to watch; and at midnight he too fell asleep, and in the morning another apple was gone. Then the third son offered to keep watch; but the gardener at first would not let him, for fear some harm should come to him: however, at last he consented, and the young man laid himself under the tree to watch. As the clock struck twelve he heard a rustling noise in the air, and a bird came flying that was of pure gold; and as ...

"Artificial" An English horror Story I didn’t stop running. I suppose I could have, if I wanted to, but the thought of what would happen to me if I stood still for any more than a second frightened me to death. My breaths grew louder and louder as I ran down the dull gray hallway which I had casually walked through so many times before. My head spun as I turned the corner and collided with Dr. Jane Prescott, my co-worker. “Jennifer!” Dr. Prescott exclaimed as the stack of papers she had been carrying dumped out of her hands and spilled all over the hallway floor. She adjusted the thick black glasses which had been knocked loose from in the impact and asked, “Jennifer, what’s wrong?” “I’m so…so sorry,” I panted heavily as Dr. Prescott held me by both of my shoulders. I knelt down to help Dr. Prescott pick up her papers, but she tightened her grip on my arms and lifted me back up. “Don’t worry about the papers, dear,” she said with her soothing southern accent. “That’s ...

"Sniff" An English horror story (A/N: this is a companion piece to Slum) I never liked Rustic Gables Skilled Nursing Facility. Years ago, I worked as an EMT for MediTrans Ambulance Service. We did inter-facility transports, mostly dialysis runs and hospital discharges, so I spent a lot of time around crappy nursing homes. But even with my bar set as low as it was, Rustic Gables SNF still managed to underwhelm. The four-story building itself put off an air of hostility. Near Sixth and Alvarado in a slummy corner of Westlake, Rustic Gables SNF sat like a diseased tooth – a squat, square, filthy-white structure jutting out of a narrow, uneven parking lot surrounded by a fourteen-foot fence. Inside, Rustic Gables was, well, exactly how you’d expect. The residents were crammed four to a too-small room. Every August, half the ancient window air units broke down. Their one-and-a-half star rating was on display over the reception desk, and I’m pretty sure they only ma...