Horror
The Prey
The room wasn't small as such but the low ceiling made it feel somewhat suffocating. There were gaps in the rotten wooden panels but these let in no light from the adjoining rooms, and a chandelier hung still overhead, its once bronze exterior coated in rust and cobwebs.
By Charlotte Birch5 years ago in Fiction
The Girl in the Heart-Shaped Locket
Day… I no longer know the date. There is no need to know what date or day of the week it is anymore. I know it’s summer – I can tell that because of the oppressive heat and the hours of daylight. These days, the only sort of time you need to be aware of is the coming of the dark.
By Ross Stewart5 years ago in Fiction
Passing On
The woman shuffles along the road, looking like someone who hasn’t slept in days. She sways gently as she meanders up the road, ignoring scattered rubbish and debris. Kit follows her on dampened feet. She at least is more wary of the trash lest she draw attention to herself. The wandering woman pauses and tilts her head back. Kit darts in, drawing her weapon from the sheath on her chest. Before the woman can turn fully, the six inch ice pick is embedded firmly in her ear. Her cry is aborted and her limbs twitch but Kit wraps her arms around them.
By Raechel Hudson5 years ago in Fiction
Short Dystopian Fiction with Heart Shaped Locket – By Susan Sanders
Well the world as we know it finally ended and life goes on as it always does. The cockroach is now king as everyone always suspected it always would be. It crawls peacefully over rubble and the remains of most fleshy things taking what it needs and ignoring pretty much everything else.
By Susan Sanders5 years ago in Fiction
Forget About Me
Duval Street oozed with revelers celebrating the end of days. The past week like no other. Air quality decreased because of nearby infernos. Much of the region reduced to rubble and chaos by a massive upheaval, but that didn’t stop the party. Amid the haze, neon lights from the bars and clubs glowed along the thoroughfare.
By Ryan Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Locket of Life, Locket of Death
Driving north on Highway 99, two miles out of Monroe, Jack’s ATV suddenly began bucking and groaning, black smoke rolling heavily from the exhaust. It was nearly dusk, and he knew the undead would become more active. The last place he wanted to be was in the open, where he would be especially vulnerable to attack by the living or the dead. He gunned the throttle one final time and silently prayed. He rolled into town, coasting to a halt in front of a large brick home at the end of a cul-de-sac; a final death rattle emitting from the Polaris.
By Billy Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
The Backpack
Cody Stevens had on his favorite dinosaur backpack as he waited for the bus on the first day of kindergarten, but he would never see his family again. Despite barely sleeping the night before the red-headed lad was bubbling with excitement as he raced in circles around his mother and the other parents at the school bus stop. His best friends Thad and Danny were also buzzing around like little bees with nowhere to land. They were identical twins and more than a handful for the entire neighborhood.
By Karen Bouknight5 years ago in Fiction
The Long Sleep of Harold Brown
Harold Brown couldn’t sleep. He could never sleep. Year after year he struggled but sleep refused to come. He had tried all of the conventional treatments; soothing music, counting sheep, self-hypnosis, drugs. All proved futile. He had visited every sleep clinic and sleep researcher in the world and still he found no relief. “It’s all in your mind” the therapists told him. “Just relax, breathe deep, think calming thoughts, and sleep will come,” but it never did.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Fiction
