Bruce Arnold
Bio
I write. It's unclear to me if I am any good so I could use feedback. Let me know if I could improve on anything. My Instagram is @kalthurduran
Stories (22/0)
Second Kill
I closed my hands around her throat and watched the light swell and swirl frantically in her eyes. She was thinking she was going to die. Fighting against me but at the same time slowly convincing herself that this was it. Her will dying out and the sheer weakness of acceptance taking over. Her muscles were tense but she wasn’t fighting me nearly as hard as I knew she could. She was just like the rest. Would cry and scream to live but in the dark recesses of their own lives they all desired to die. Her struggle grew weaker and weaker until her entire body went limp. Her arms dropped to her sides but I still held fast. I wanted to kill her, not incapacitate her. After a few moments I repositioned my hands and snapped her neck for good measure. I couldn’t take pride in what I did if I got sloppy. After she was dead I left her body lying on the kitchen floor. The old man was next. He’d probably fallen asleep waiting for her to come back up. Even so, the creak of the stairs wouldn’t disturb him much. He didn’t know she lie cold on the floor already.
By Bruce Arnold2 years ago in Criminal
The Beginning pt.2
She sat in the hospital scrubs, her eyes glistening with curiosity, elbows propped up on her knees. I expected her to be eager but this seemed a little much even for me. I hated when people stared at me and her big brown eyes made it abundantly clear. I almost turned bright red until I saw her gaze slowly soften until I felt I could speak freely.
By Bruce Arnold2 years ago in Fiction
Fawn
I sat against the wall and stared at the ceiling. Time will tell, that’s what they said. Time had come and gone and so had they. Outside, the others were still trudging through the backyard looking for treasure. I didn't share the same optimism. There wasn't much when the world was still burning so there wasn't bound to be any now. A few moments passed until one of them shouted for the others. They apparently found something interesting. I heard more shuffling around in the grass before they started calling for me.
By Bruce Arnold3 years ago in Petlife
The Devil King's Child
I chewed slowly before swallowing the abhorrent soul. It was only partially black, but still tasted a lot on the puke side. I took in a deep breath and exhaled. I always thought this would be the fun part, but sometimes the taste made me almost reconsider. Suddenly, as I raised my hand for my people to send in the next one, I felt a weight on my head. I let my hand drop and looked up to see the stubby little ends of baby fingers at the edge of my eyebrows. A smile spread across my face and I shook my head a little. The fingers retracted, gripping my scalp and I heard a soft giggle.
By Bruce Arnold5 years ago in Horror
The Two Eyed Girl
She stood amongst her friends, just chatting away. I heard something about how she swallowed her own eyes to clean them when they got dirty. She had to be talking about a story. Maybe. I shifted in my seat and focused on her eyes. They were two different colors. One a vibrant blue and the other a rather dull shade of red. They looked weird but at the same time a little mesmerizing. Her skin was a creamy kind of tan color and every time she moved, the sunlight from the window seemed to change the color of her skin. First, it was caramel then it looked like whipped cream. In one instance, it looked red. Her hair sprouted from her head a variety of colored strands. All the colors were dullish but stood out amongst their counterparts. Yellows, reds, blacks, and a few silver hairs ran from the top of her head, around her face and down to her shoulders. It looked like a rainbow slowly losing its color but it didn’t look bad. It gave her a mature sort of look. Her outfit consisted of a plain white T-shirt and flower print pants.
By Bruce Arnold5 years ago in Futurism
She's There
I sat huddled in the corner waiting for the lights to come on. All around me people stood, chatting to each other like everything was fine. They all seemed unaffected by the dead body lying in the center of the room. Lisa's bloody, ravaged body. She was my best friend and now nothing but a corpse. When she first fell from the ceiling there was distress. People screaming and panicking. Security guards had scattered throughout the building to search for the murderer. Tears staining the face’s of nearly every person as fear closed in around their hearts. Half an hour later, when people were beginning to settle down, the lights went out. This renewed the fear in everyone despite some people’s desperate struggle to hide it.
By Bruce Arnold6 years ago in Horror
The Rose Bush Girl
She sat in the chair, her head down and the rest of her body limp. Blood stained rose vines littered the floor around her. The smell of death and plant life hung heavy in the air. The girl’s hair was wild and ravaged upon her head from the vines occasionally tangling themselves in it. From just walking into the room you could tell that something had gone very wrong, that death was not the worst thing that had taken place.
By Bruce Arnold6 years ago in Horror
Cage
I sat in front of the cage in a leather recliner staring through the bars as the girl began to open her eyes. She let out a soft groan and lifted her head to look around. Her eyelids were still drooping from being half asleep. She blinked a couple of times in the light before stretching her eyes wide open and looking directly at me. I just smiled and sat back in the chair. Where I sat was bathed in shadows so she wouldn’t be able to see me even if she squinted her hardest. At most, she would just see the silhouette of my body resting in the chair.
By Bruce Arnold6 years ago in Horror
I, the Servant
I heard the knock and quickly hastened to the door. Before I touched the handle I made sure to straighten my attire and hold in any signs of exhaustion from crossing the large estate. Once I had composed myself I opened the large set of wooden double doors to see who was behind them. I was met by a young girl not much smaller than myself in over sized jeans, a large Rick and Morty t-shirt, and a dingy brown jacket. She had her hair tied back in a pony tail and midnight black, framed glasses that adorned her face. At most she was cute, but not at all the kind of girl I was used to knocking on the doors at this hour.
By Bruce Arnold6 years ago in Humans
The Beginning
I stepped into the empty hospital room and took a seat near the window on the far side of the room. A hospital bed with several little machines around it sat in the center of the room, its mattress laden with wires and chords. With so much adorning the space, it made me wonder how anyone could have lived through such bedding. My mind rushed back to the memory of me lying in that bed, unable to speak and losing my ability to walk as the days passed. I blinked the image away, remembering that it had been hard, but I had survived. It made me feel weird whenever my relatives said I almost died several times while here. Thinking about it, I slowly started drifting into offtrack memories and childhood experiences. Then she stepped in, interrupting the empty feeling. The room exuded and scattering my offline thoughts.
By Bruce Arnold6 years ago in Humans