Horror
Compartment 4
I've always had a distaste for trains. Buses, too. I couldn't give you a straight answer as to why, but I've always preferred my own two legs to move me from A to B. Being at the mercy of a train, shuttling along a specified track to a predetermined destination, and rolling the dice on the quality of company- thanks, but I'll pass.
By Steph Powell3 years ago in Fiction
Ice Cave Meltdown
My vision is fuzzy, not that it matters. I can barely see anything in the dim light. My entire body aches; except for my left foot, I can’t feel that at all. I lift a cold, trembling hand to my head. Wet. I feel around some more, wincing as I come across a deep cut along my left temple. My eyes are slow to adjust to the light but I can just about make out four other bodies. All of them lying worryingly still. My mind is still in a daze, but I realize something terrible. Weren’t there six of us? As I try to wake up fully from my unconsciousness, my memories start to return.
By Rupert Rowlingson 3 years ago in Fiction
The Road to Europa
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Death, darkness, delirium, are always so readily followed by revelation and an awakening in human perspective. Human reason has awoken us from the lost analogs at the dawn of mankind. Pushing us into ages of science, reason, and experimental understanding. But this divergence from the dark madness that so readily exists across the universe, is an exception not the rule. Every so often we are reminded that our efforts are vastly futile, when compared to those ancient ones that influenced the progress of all organic civilizations. Beings outside the realm of time and light, hibernate and use abilities that would appear unnatural, or even supernatural, in appearance to vigilantly monitor the ever-changing tides of developing civilizations. All we can do is pray our paths don't cross their physical influences in our universe, and that we die insignificant deaths of little consequence to the dealings of the universe. Though I fear that my fate won't be so kind.
By Everett Scaife3 years ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper
The fireplace behind him snapped, sparks flinging up like dandelion seeds, floating across the space between man and blaze. A spark landed on his oilskin jacket, flickering for a moment, then extinguishing, the ash slowly drifting down to land on the aged and distorted floorboards below. The man held a carving knife in his left hand, the wooden handle aged and cracked. The block of wood in his right hand was beginning to resemble a sitting cat, tail flicked over the back. Wood shavings flew up from the piece, falling in a small pile on the floor.
By Oliver Crow3 years ago in Fiction
Roy's Squirrel
The cold rainwater soaked through the newspaper and cardboard he had called bed for the night, waking him from a turbulent night of sleep. He arched his back and rubbed his sore hands, trying to get some semblance of warmth into them. The normal morning bustle of traffic passed in front of him, and just like normal, not an eye glanced his way. He shrugged his tattered coat off his shoulders and smacked it against the red brick of the building he slept against, leaving dark splat marks on the wall. With one final wring of the jacket, he shrugged it back on. Gathering up his mud-stained backpack, Roy was off, yet another gray day in New York.
By Oliver Crow3 years ago in Fiction
Runaway train
When David opened his eyes, he felt like there was cotton balls behind his lids; they were dry and scratchy. He had hangovers before and he was used to the unbelievable dehydration, immediate confusion and headache that felt like one thousand tiny creatures burrowing out of his skull. This was worse than that. What he was not used to however, was waking in a place he didn’t recognize.
By Alex Diakonis3 years ago in Fiction
The return of Jiuquan66
aking, Xia Sheng started again, and soon disappeared into the long moonlight. At the same time, the illusion formation in front of Ye Xiao'e, Shui'er and Bang Dali was instantly shattered. Ye Xiao'e's face was filled with confusion, completely unaware of what had just happened.
By Reshmi Niliy3 years ago in Fiction
The return of Jiuquan67
hly equivalent to the normal size of a ten-year-old child. In addition, a thin layer of black air lingers around the egg. Although there is no peculiar smell wafting out, it brings a very real chill to people. Even the temperature within a radius of ten feet seems to have dropped along with it. several times.
By Reshmi Niliy3 years ago in Fiction
