Horror
The Stitched
“NO!” I jolted upwards clutching my heart, it was beating so hard ,I thought it would jump right out of my shirt. It was a horrible dream , a recurring nightmare that I just couldn't seem to shake. In the dream I am being chased, but instead of the usual faceless creatures, they all had the features of my loved ones.
By Josaline Radley5 years ago in Fiction
Winter Horror-land
The future seemed grim for Garret and his friends. The cold winter had shut them inside for the last month or so, and the blizzard outside didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon. With a week of food left between the three of them they knew one of them would need to go out looking for supplies. Julie was the only girl in the group, Garret and Samuel found her a few months back beaten and left in an old run down restaurant, she is lucky to be alive considering the condition she was in. Julie wouldn't be fit to go out in the harsh climate, Samuel was the only one who knew first aid, and was vital in keeping Julie from dying. Garret knew he would be the one to leave, he was six foot and was pretty strong, being able to lift about 200 pounds. That night Garret put on as much layers as he could, he hugged Samuel before heading out into the snow. The city was about three miles east, Garret wasn't a fan of walking, and he knew what lay in the city would require his full strength. As the sun started to rise Garret set up a small camp about fifteen minutes away from the city, started a small fire and let himself drift into a deep slumber. Garret dreams were invaded by images of what awaited him back in the darkness of those buildings. The people were bad enough but the creatures, the ones that hurt Julie as much as they did and left her to die. These creatures weren't normal, they didn't hunt for food, they hunted for sport. Garret could only imagine what these things would look like, he had seen many fall victim to them Julie was the only one Samuel and Garret found still alive. Garret imagined long fangs, huge claws, white pupils and horrible pale skin. After properly scaring himself for the trip he had ahead, Garret got up and started walking. The city was the same as the last time Garret and Samuel were there, tall grey buildings that go up to the clouds. What horrors lay in wake for Garret were still unknown. Whatever is in those upper floors of those buildings isn't anything that Garret wanted to find out about, but after consulting his map, it seemed the only place he had to go that would have any supplies would be up. Garret was a brave soul, and after a few seconds of consideration, stepped into the tallest building on the street.
By Zenitram Palmer5 years ago in Fiction
The Other Doorway
Kelsy ran as if the hounds of hell were at her heals. Which, they were. She felt the heart-shaped locket pounding hard on her chest with each stride, mirroring the beat of her own as she gasped for air. She pumped her arms, willing her legs to move faster. The pack was so close, their blood-soaked saliva dripped on the backs of her bare legs like intermittent rain.
By Sarah Woodward5 years ago in Fiction
Civil Lies
The hideout he created has served him well, but he knew what needed to be done. He had not seen the city since the beginning of this nightmare. As a matter of fact, Kenny hasn’t even had time to think or reflect for several years. He had been hiking for weeks and each time he rested nostalgic memories would flood in both painful and joyful. “Civilized? More like civil lies”, Kenny thought to himself. What he witnessed was proof of the lies we tell ourselves to convince each other we had the capacity to be civil. The chaos and devastation were gradual. The end of the world did not happen overnight.
By John Carpenter5 years ago in Fiction
They Watched Us
“Jordan! Jordan! Bring your ass in this kitchen.” Mama yelled as she wiped the sweat off her chocolate-wrinkled forehead. Jordan peeked his head into the kitchen, the dandruff from his scalp fell like little snowflakes onto the white and black marble floor. Mama groaned and grabbed a necklace off the kitchen table. It was long, rusted, and the emerald heart-shaped locket twinkled in the thin sunlight that trespassed into the family’s small two-bedroom apartment. “I have told you and your sister to not play with your grandmother’s necklace. Y’all have been watching too many damn Harry Potter movies and think every little item is a toy. This ain’t magic. Your grandmother protected this necklace like her own child. She gave it to me when I was old enough, and now, I hope I could do the same with you kids. Until then, you and your sister need to keep your scrawny hands out of my dresser. Now, go outside and get Bria, dinner will be ready in a few.”
By Ashley Nicole Bourne5 years ago in Fiction
Mandatory Donation
“Donate today so that we may ALL thrive!” The sign that hangs, or more so, looms over the city. Constantly flashing. Making sure we know it’s there. The old, decrepit faces of our government, if that’s what you can call it now, smiling down upon us.
By Will Krupinsky5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Betrayal
The morning of 10 January 2060 brought no cheer. The tension in the war room was palpable. The President sat ashen-faced in his chair. His corn-gold wisps of hair clinging to his scalp. Nobody thought that this day would dawn, least of all the president. He belonged to an alternative reality. Where threats existed and were peddled only on paper. Never in his wildest dreams, even in his alternate reality, could he sense or smell the danger licking at our feet, as we paced around. The clock was swiftly ticking to the countdown. Everyone had eight hours to report back to the base or be left behind. For Forever!
By Mira Katyal5 years ago in Fiction
Rat Duty
Jacob walked with the practiced ease of a man who learned his environment from years of repetition. He knew when to duck beneath hammocks, when to suck in his belly to get through tight hallways piled high with equipment, and when to keep his hands on his belongings to stave off pickpockets. Jacob was skinny enough to make traveling in the tight confines of the bunker easy, yet tall enough that he had developed a stoop to avoid hitting his head against the ceiling. His beard had grown beyond military discipline, but it was a minor protest they allowed so long as he completed his duties. He’d been a librarian before the bombs fell, but the powers that be assigned him to a life of rat duty. Day-in and day-out, rodents were chewing their way through the steel walls of the bunker, and it was Jacob’s role to keep them out.
By Max Russell5 years ago in Fiction
A Locket For Harper
The razor clattered to the floor, blood flew off of it as the kinetic energy from the fall quickly rushed into the liquid, sending off a shower of crimson droplets. Ralph looked at himself a moment longer in the bathroom mirror, regret suddenly coursing through him. Imbued with a voracious desire for life, he reached down toward the razor, intending to cut his shirt into a tourniquet of sorts.
By Liam Randall5 years ago in Fiction
