Horror

When Death Forgets You
This story begins with my death. Don’t worry, I won’t ruin anything else for you, but I figured I’d be upfront. This isn’t the Sixth Sense and I’m not trying to surprise you. Well, maybe a bit. Shock factor is everything nowadays.
By Erica Chase5 years ago in Fiction
Thicker Than Blood
Jefferson Avenue erupted with a cacophony of voices. The wide street brimmed with bodies fueled by passion and rage. Chaos ensued, the likes of which the city of Detroit had not seen since the riots of the late sixties. A century later, the once lively city descended into disarray. Amidst an eroding ozone layer and rising sea levels, humanity held its many negligent politicians accountable. In lieu of government and law, factions and tribalism arose.
By Nellos5 years ago in Fiction
Buckley
Buck sat on the edge of the bank alongside the runoff ditch. Her head bobbed like the bottle of Orange Fanta floating down what some folks called, “The River.” She’d been awake for days. Adjacent to her was the oversized plastic cooler with the precious contents she was guarding. The crinkling of a bag snagged by a metal hanger jolted her awake. She scanned the ditch for the source then, satisfied that there was no immediate danger, turned her attention back to the cooler.
By Danielle Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Blue Skies
Ian looked up at the sky and wondered anything and everything that crossed his mind. His mind was a buzz with questions and possibilities that seemed so far away. He laid back on the gravel road and just stared at the cloudy sky. As long as he could remember the clouds were usually thick and billowy with various shades of gray. Today there were signs of breaks and they appeared thinner in spots. Then he saw it. The briefest of moments it was there. Blue sky. His eyes widened and he barely noticed his mouth dropped as he stared at the blue in a sea of gray.
By Derrick Billups 5 years ago in Fiction
Pamelya
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, STEP RIGHT UP.” A melodious voice echoed throughout the night. A plump man dressed in stripped pants and a dirty orange tailcoat. Raising his polished bullhorn to his dusted white face, his red painted smile bellowed and growled. “STEP RIGHT UP AND ENTER THE CIRCUS, IF YOU DARE! WELCOME TO THE CARNIVAL CARNAL!”
By Robert Branch5 years ago in Fiction
Life as She Knew It
The man’s fingers lift her chin, eyes locked on her face. He turns it from one side to the other, inspecting her. Watching as she swallows, he hears her feet shift uncomfortably beneath the table that separates them.
By Olivia Tillotson5 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Toasters
“Tonight, on Ghost Toasters we help a divorced mother of two kids with a paranormal problem. They say something is going on in the basement, Jim.”
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction
Land of the Forgotten
January 3rd, 2033 America is dead. We the people have become our own greatest enemy. We let our egos become bigger than our hearts and the rest of the world has shunned us for it. Canada blocked its borders. Mexico had every citizen work overtime to finish building a wall to keep us out. The rest of the world has been told to ignore us. We have no electricity, and our resources are dwindling. We have become a country of despair with no one to help us. We must do our best to move forward, because we know that there is no escaping the land of the forgotten and the home of the beaten.
By Loren Yancey 5 years ago in Fiction
Nois
Like the titanic we thought our world was unsinkable. We thought our monuments would be everlasting. We thought our technology would save us. We thought we were so damn smart. In an instant everything we built was erased. First came the firestorms sweeping through and strategically burning away our food sources. The Amazon was decimated by cancerous flames this created an oxygen crisis which wiped out 80 percent of all life on the planet. Soon after, came the "Lights". Flashes of brilliant and beautiful lights rose from the earth. They spared us, and for a time we rejoiced. Then what rose from the lights gave us no doubt, Humanity was over.
By Recongt5 years ago in Fiction
Is There Anybody Out There
“...I guess it’s like Bukowski said, 'The days run away like wild horses over the hills.' I don’t even know what day it is. To be honest, these days you don’t really keep track. It would be an exercise in futility, and you’d be driven all the madder for it. The act of living itself prolongs your suffering just enough to remind you that hell is a physical place. It’s real. It’s here, wherever 'here' is. This place used to have a name... Wisconsin, I think, back when we used to be a country with nice clean borders. No more borders, no more place names. No more Wisco. No more U.S. of A.
By Jim Ro5 years ago in Fiction
A Day on Death's Door
It was a warm Thursday, or at least I thought it was. Time has been hard to tell since “the incident”. In fact, she should be back by now my wife that is. Her name is Laura and mine is Steven. It has been just over 5 months since the outbreak happened It started when an asteroid hit the earth. Most humans went underground, the ones that were too poor to go were killed. Nearly all animals and insects were wiped out. I go to grab breakfast and realize we have nothing. Well, I guess it is time I look for my wife. “Laura, do you read me, over.” I was starting to get worried, she had always answered her walkie talkie, even sometimes before I finished speaking. Come here Killer! Come here boy! That was my dog Killer, he was a German shepherd that was just over 5 years old, he was a guard dog of sorts. Me and Killer head to the garage to get on the bike, I could feel Killer knew I was worried. When the apocalypse started, we had put improvements on our bikes so that killer or even another person could get on and pedal without any issues. We get on the bike, and we ride for a mile or so when we spot the first corpse, there were no shortage of corpses These days. “WOOF BARK GRRRRRRRRRR WOOF” “what is it boy!” he barked like this whenever he saw food. That is when I noticed it and piece of bacon and a small can of dog food. To say I am starving is an understatement, I had not eaten in a week and a half, that is why she was gone. And now so was the food. It was already in my belly; I used the bacon as a spoon and ate it. I only thought of Killer when I heard him whining. “Oh no, what have I done. Killer has not eaten in a few days we saved the dog food for him and that too had run out. Suddenly he I hear him bark again, but this time it was not food, it was a sprinter, and he was coming right at us! I saw Killer jump on like leg and bite with all his might I grabbed a metal rod I had put in the bike seat and clobbered him. Then I heard a lot of groans, and I turn around to see a bunch of walkers coming at us and the corpse on the ground was turning as well. “Get In Killer! We have to go NOW!” It had seemed that we were free when another horde surprised us. One sprinter ran onto the wheels of the back tire. That made us fall over. “KILLER RUN!” he looked back and then he ran. I Tried to fight them, but one metal rod was no use for the zombies. I got bit and a random zombie that had snuck up behind me. I was thinking “It was over, I hope Lauren is okay” I lay rest. After about 10 seconds I notice a heart shaped locket one of the walker’s neck. The same one I gave Laura for our 5th anniversary. No, it cannot be. “LAURA!”
By Christian Frenette5 years ago in Fiction
Mom- Out Looking For You. STAY PUT.
Mom, Didn't want to wake you up. Going out for supplies. Please stay here until I get back. Wish me luck. And don't come after me, I'll be okay on my own. I left Big Bertha in the corner and I took the prostitute gun that Uncle left us. Why he had a little garter gun in a pearl satchel, I'll never know.
By Brittni Rhone5 years ago in Fiction