Rock and Roll Saved My Soul

Silent Screams By Kate Marie Robbins From Dark Fantasia  The tree in Gracie’s backyard shook as a gust of wind blew through, chilling her to the bone. She instinctively pulled the hood of her hoodie up, covering her curly red hair.  It did little to warm her, but at least her hair wasn’t blowing in her eyes anymore.  Huddling near the large oak tree that sat on her parents’ property was her only salvation from the cutting wind.  “Chase, you better get here soon, or I’ll kick your ass,” she mumbled under her breath. “You really wouldn’t,” came a voice from behind her, quietly whispered into her ear.  Gracie jumped, the voice frightening her, even though she knew it belonged to her best friend, Chase.  “Don’t you ever do that again,” she hissed and spun around.  Her arms crossed tightly against her chest, a scowl on her face. “Aww, c’mon, Gracie, lighten up a little.”  A grin was plastered on his face, his black hair stuc...

Breathe By Heather Kirchhoff From Haunted: Fact or Fiction My eyes snapped opened as I jerked awake. I sat up quickly, glancing around, assuring myself that I'm safe. I was laying on the couch in the living room, the TV that was on is now silent. A blanket was covering me and I tossed it aside, watching it fall into a heap on the floor. I waved that away, trying to shake the remaining parts of my dream out of my head. It doesn't really work. I sighed as the memory of the knife plunging into my throat just seconds before I woke up replayed again. I got up and walked to the kitchen, going to the refrigerator to get me a glass of milk. I filled up a glass cup before replacing the milk where I got it from and taking a small swig of my drink. I took tentative sips, staring at the wall when I heard my dog come racing into the room. He came to a sudden halt and I looked over in time to see him skid a little bit. I snorted softly and shook my head, rolling my eyes at Rasc...

Thor: God Of The Night By Cassandra Jones From Dark Fantasia He stared up at the sky. Dark, ominous clouds covered the full moon. No normal man would be out on a night like this. He was no ordinary man, not by any means. He was a god, or he used to be. He wasn’t sure what he was anymore. Thor took a deep breath. He had been the Norse God of Thunder. How had he become this monster? How could he let this happen? They had caught him off guard. He had just been watching for signs of trouble. He hadn’t heard them coming until it was too late. Now all he could think about was the hunger. The need to feed on anything human or animal. Wasn’t he supposed to protect the people? Instead he wanted them to feel pain. How could he stop this urge to drain them of their blood? He would never get used to being a vampire.He wasn’t a normal vampire, since he still had his pwers to control thunder and lightning.They only made him stronger. “Have you thought about wh...

My Last Night By Boyd Miles From Haunted: Fact or Fiction I have my rope. I have my note in my pocket. I was ready. All I needed now was to find a good, stout tree limb. It is getting dark and there is a chill in the air. I better hurry or I will be trying to do this in the dark.  There, that limb might do. Just toss the rope up and over and tie the end around the tree. I don't know many knots, but this one will hold well enough. What was that noise? There is something moving over there. I back up behind the tree to let whatever it is pass and stumble over a rock. I almost laugh. It is not just a rock, it is a tombstone. I am in some old, abandoned graveyard. The perfect place. I look around the tree to see if whatever made the noise is still there. It is getting dark enough that I can't see a thing. I listen and hear nothing. Must have been a bird or squirrel.   Back to the task at hand, my last task. The tombstone will be just right; I can ...