Horror
The Deepest Kind of Love
Fiery, searing pain assaults my consciousness much like… well, much like the filthy rubber boot that literally assaulted my skull. I wait for the ringing to stop. It always takes a minute. And you know what? I’ve learned to enjoy the wait. To return to my senses is to return to the unique, personal hell created for me by a skeleton team of torturers commissioned by my own government.
By Brad Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
Baby Earthworms
The rain felt predatory, falling down in packs and nipping at his skin until it started to feel hot. The sensation brought him back from his daydream and remembering where he was he wiped the backs of his hands on his trousers, tucked his socks into his boots and tightened the collar of his coat. Clipping the rusted seal around his neck rendered him a little bit breathless, but it was a breathlessness he could cope with – a seared nape he could not.
By Patrick Bernardo Gleeson5 years ago in Fiction
The Party's End
I woke up to smoke, and blinding heat. What had happened? I tried to sort through the thoughts in my pounding head to remember last night. I went to a party last night? With the football guys? Yeah, yeah that’s right we won the big game and were looking for some fun for the rest of the evening. I smelled, once again, the soot and smoke in the air and painfully I realized this heat and smoke meant there was a fire nearby. I blinked again, my eyes stabbed by the smoke, sweat pouring out of me like never before. Oh my God! This much smoke meant the house was on fire, I had to get out! I got up and began running trying to find a wall to guide myself by.
By Benjamin Simmons5 years ago in Fiction
Last Diary Entry of Victoria Rehd
Diary Entry: 6/28/2042 My name is Victoria Rehd and this will likely be my last entry. I will begin 21 years ago when this . . . all started. I was 12 at the time, living with my parents in a small apartment in Northside Minneapolis. It was like any ordinary day. My mother stayed home and homeschooled me while my dad worked close by at a military site. Looking back to simpler times, I remember how much my parents did for me and how they sacrificed everything for our family. My mother instilled good habits in me, such as never letting things go to waste and always appreciating the little things. On a late Friday before my birthday, my mom and I were sitting by the window waiting for my dad to come home as we usually do. At 10:21 PM, everyone’s life was changed when an immense flash of crimson light filled the sky from the southern horizon. My mom, in a panic, scrambled for the phone to call my dad because the flash came from the direction of his base. No response. A few moments later, all the lights in the city went out in an instant. The only source of light was that damned dreary maroon the night now always brings.
By Mitchell Smisek5 years ago in Fiction
The Purification Locket
Dear Diary… Today was a great day, I cycled through the local market on my way to work with a smile on my face and... …Have you noticed that in the movies, the End of the World is always dramatic…environmental disaster, alien invasion, zombies, time travelling killers, destruction at the hands of God. You can choose your favourite apocalypse but the underlying formula is the same…huge cataclysmic event followed by the collapse of society, billions dead and the world left in ruins.
By Scott Grim5 years ago in Fiction
