Horror
The Scream
It startled me awake. My hands automatically gripped the beam beneath me, even though I could not remember where I was. How had I allowed myself to close my eyes? Thankfully, some part of me had remembered. It would have been ridiculous to have survived so long, only to have met my end so carelessly. What would it have all been for?
By Whitney Theresa June5 years ago in Fiction
Monsters in the Woods
News clipping: Search for missing Kelowna teen expands, family offering 50k reward. Nearly a week after Cheryl Ramsey, 18, of Kelowna went missing, the search has ramped up: Her family is now offering a 50k reward in exchange for any information leading to her safe return.
By John Absher5 years ago in Fiction
The Day of Judgement
"How long has it been, thirteen, no fourteen years now. The life in my eyes have flickered and have gone dim. The likely hood I will ever find him is gone, but whether it be passion or vengeance my feet keep marching. I've been asking myself for so long why I don’t just take the time and pray, but with the ever-growing question of, 'Why?' stops me in my tracks. Reality starts to set in, and the collapse of that very notion shelters me. My boy needs me and I, him, that's all there is to it." a deep silent voice spoke.
By Thomas Elizondo5 years ago in Fiction
Desert Morning
The end of the world was exactly what everyone thought it would be. Zombies. I know, right? Turned out there was this virus, carried in meat, that ate away at your brain until you were basically brain dead but breathing and functional. It turned off the pain receptors and emotional connection parts of the brain.
By Rebecca Massek5 years ago in Fiction
The Grave Mistress
The heart-shaped locket swings from the chain around her fingertips. It’s almost a dowsing method that she’s constructed, the metal calling to the blood seeping into the earth below her feet. She breathes in the stale air that tastes of fumes and rot, a mixture known only to a dying earth.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
The Power Of Man
Years after the government configure the Party of the Old Power-middle and lower-class citizens are in shambles. Capital keeps you alive-if your pockets are thirsty, you are hunted, exterminated like mice polluting food reserves. Cities are leveled, making way for the Party blueprints, women of the correct foundation enslaved as reproductive machines. Soft vibrations ride the wind in murmurs of revolution, pleading the hunted to remain alive with intentions of assembling an army of rebellion against the Old Power.
By Franchessica Hannawacker 5 years ago in Fiction
Creatures of the Night
She leaned over the balcony. The ballroom was in full gala and Brittini was mesmerized by the women twirling around the dance floor in various arrays of color. Sapphire and emerald ball gowns blended with scarlets and golds in a silent waltz. The holographic film had been her entertainment now for almost a week.
By Charleen Richey5 years ago in Fiction
Feral
I lost track of how long it's been since the world ended. I just wander from ruin to ruin looking for food and anything else I can use. I was lucky enough to find a Zippo lighter, shotgun, and Army MREs in some former militant's home. I also stumbled across some weird silver locket shaped like a heart that was in one of the bedrooms. The locket shined brightly enough that it also blinded me. I realized that something like that could expose me in the hellscape I'm stuck in. I don't know why, but I felt compelled to hang on to it regardless.
By Adam Wallace5 years ago in Fiction
My Mother's Locket
“Liz,” Michael hisses from behind me. I ignore him, hoping he’ll get the hint. “LIZ!” “Shhh!” I say, whipping around to glare at Michael. He’s pale, face blending with his white-blonde hair. We’ve all grown cold and clammy-looking from living inside the mountain, our skin losing the shine it must have had when we were out in the sun, enjoying the breeze and playing in the green grass.
By Rebecca/R.K. Fisher5 years ago in Fiction
