Horror
The Midnight Train
The train station was a decrepit building with a veranda shading the platform overlooking the tracks. Beyond the tracks was only a glowing, snow-covered field. Shadows of trees in the distance created a black wall of darkness that the moon’s light could not penetrate. The beginning of winter struck when I first sat on the wooden bench, watching the travelers take the night train.
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
The Zombii Spray Initiative
When I tell my wife I’m going to work for Zombii Co., she looks at me like I’m crazy. I can’t say I blame her, because the last thing you’d expect a biochemist to do is go work for a company that specializes in preventing the zombie apocalypse. The chances of having a zombie apocalypse are slim to none, but according to Dmitri ‘Jack’ Eslinger, people are nuts about zombies.
By Taylor Ellwood5 years ago in Fiction
I Wish I Knew
“Wow… I don’t think I’ve ever noticed the burn marks that covered the walls around me... I guess I wouldn’t, right?” she thought as she adjusted her right leg, which was missing from the knee down, further into the dark, daunting hole in the cave. She always had to take the prosthetic off and crawl when trying to get in here.
By Naomi Walker5 years ago in Fiction
One last Cig
Opening the door, reality hits him in the face. The fantasy of reuniting with his wife and son to move into the unknown died the moment his eyes met the street. Pulling up were 3 purification patrols. There was no use in hoping they were looking for someone else. There was no hope of talking his way out of it. An empty house, a packed bag, and dressed like a Glitch. He was fucked and he knew it.
By E.D. Nonam5 years ago in Fiction
Please, My Son Will Be Home Soon. He Can Explain.
The door to the woman’s home was on the ground, the hinges still clinging to the doorframe by splinters. She was on her knees beside the couch, wailing as if Katie and Chris were going to kill her. She clutched her hands together and begged in her language. Or maybe she was praying. She kept bowing her head like she was trying not to look at them. Katie hated people like this. People who would try to get pity when they broke the rules. People who would spend all their time and money getting over here, but wouldn’t put in the basic effort to learn the laws or language. They wouldn’t even do the bare necessities to communicate.
By Blake Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Trophy Room Chain Letter
In mid-2020, I decided to create a series of miniature trophy busts. I combined creative writing and crafting to create a backstory for each one. The overarching story of the trophy busts is that they are black market items previously owned by a shady man named Dickii Solo, who recently died.
By Chelsea Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
Piper's Last Song
The water over St. Anthony Falls was spewing spewing forth as if in a mad rush to make it from the Mississippi to the sea. Piper had noticed that in the last year, the once-foul water had become unusually pure; so much so that she begun to eat some of the fish she caught, rather than putting them all out for the cats.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters5 years ago in Fiction
Simone had OCD
Simone couldn’t help reliving the tense days leading up to her radical relocation from the middle of Hollywood, CA, to the New Mexico desert. She had even purchased military grade gaiters to protect her lower legs from the imagined hordes of vipers that awaited her.
By Synecdoche5 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's paradise
The wooden door creaked open when Officer Thomas Richardson kicked it with his boots. He strongly gripped a pistol for the safety measures and progressed into the darkness of Mrs. Catherine Earnest’s basement. It was pitch black and anything could be hardly witnessed to the human eye. When he stepped in, a strong pungent odor smashed his breathing ability. Officer Richardson covered his nose and mouth by a small piece of napkin from his pocket. Slowly behind him, two other officers walked into the basement holding torches. The beam of flash managed to wipe out the darkness and guide them further. It was an eerie environment like a deserted place. No noise was echoed except their footsteps. There were broken and old furniture shattered all over the basement. The walls were roughly painted; the wallpapers were torn and it was cold inside there.
By Jayashree M5 years ago in Fiction
