Horror
The Zombie Apocalypse Light Show
I’ve been soaking my achy body in a hot bath for the last half hour. Jared had it ready for me when I finally got out of the car, which makes me feel guilty for snapping at him, but also grateful that he was so thoughtful. I hear a soft knock on the door.
By Taylor Ellwood4 years ago in Fiction
His
The dreams are vivid. There I am. Walking…. no... running. Why is he chasing me? The ground is wet. Where are my shoes? Ouch, the twigs are sharp. I’m in the woods? Help! Help! Why can’t I scream? My voice! It’s gone. Still running. It smells like fresh rain in these woods. I’ve never been here. There! Behind that tree. I crouch. I am trying to catch my breath; but trying to be quiet. I still hear his footsteps. He slowed down. I close my eyes but then realize I need to see where he is. I peek my head around the corner; not there. I look up, not there. I see a little dent for me to climb in the tree; should I do it? Yes! Nakeya save your life and climb this tree! This tree is old, the bark smells like pine but it isn’t a pine tree. I climb silently up the tree, thank God there are a lot of branches and leaves. I think I’m safe. I can see him now. He looks familiar. Wait….it can’t be…. he’s dead! I saw him die. I try to talk, still no voice. Got dammit! Why can’t I speak! This isn’t happening. Someone wake me up. SOMEONE HELP!
By Nakeya Skinner4 years ago in Fiction
Anonymous
Harry woke up to the sound of his doorbell ringing. That’s the first time Harry heard the doorbell ring since he hadn’t heard it in a million years and no one else could answer it for him because he was the only one in the house. His parents had just left for a trip to the Bahamas and wouldn’t be back until the week after. Therefore, the only person who could answer the door was Harry himself. Grunting, Harry slowly climbed out of bed and headed downstairs with a yawn. Turning the doorknob, he opens the door to find a UPS truck drive away from his house in the distance. Harry looked down to find a small, rectangular, four-sided brown papered box at the foot of his doorstep.
By Keyaira Kinslow4 years ago in Fiction
The Unclaimable Bride
Our story is set in the poorest village on Nickle Island with under 200 residents called Daniskville. Nickel Island is a little known island on the Bering Strait. Although it was mostly unheard of, the hierarchy ran much the same as the rest of the world, the rich get richer and the poor stay poorer.
By Samirra Elsaieh4 years ago in Fiction
Empire Of Broken Eyes
From this window the thing arches out over deep blue water, resting on stone pillars like fortifications. I could take picture after picture, but there is something despicable about the progress of the black iron beams, jutting like broken bones, the glowing rivets like Christ’s wounds, the figures crawling over it like maggots and flies and ants, rather than tearing down to its constituent molecules, spewing up piecemeal the swollen carcass of leviathan.
By C S Hughes4 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Rule
There are two main rules in life: stay in your bubble, and don’t look past the screen. Its something your elders tell you, but you don't really know what it means. Most people shrug it off, and are content to live in the day-to-day fluctuations. They don't want to look past their own microscopic lives, past their televisions and their phone screens. Others, like me, know better. There's more to this life than we think.
By DarkRandall4 years ago in Fiction
Living Dead Girl
Trey woke up in the dirt. He rolled over and blinked against the strange lighting, trying to assess his whereabouts. He sat up, rubbing the knot on his head where Gisele had knocked him out. A lake stood before him, calm and dark, the moon reflecting off its surface as if it were a giant, watery mirror. Jutting into the water from the shore was a long dock and, at the end of it stood Gisele, cradling her open book in one hand and gripping the knife with the other. At her feet, another figure was slouched; Adeline.
By E. M. Otten4 years ago in Fiction
The Box
I’ve worked at this particular facility for a few years now. They execute simple tests: the effect of low temperatures on patients with depression, the effect caffeine has upon subjects with attention deficit disorder, etc. I never have any say in the tests and how they are carried out. I simply catalog the subjects and record their reactions to the tests presented. I’ve met many kind souls, but I’ve met just as many troubled hearts. I like to think that this facility gives people reassurance that others care about their troubles. My coworkers are very considerate and kind; always speaking about how they wish that they would cure these illnesses if they could. Each of the other testers always smiles and asks me how I’m feeling today. I guess that the dullness of the facility had gotten to them as well.
By RedemptionVA4 years ago in Fiction
He's Back
"It’s been a long day," Tia said. She leaned over and gave Dion a kiss. "Happy birthday. Don't overdo it. And no driving!" She handed him a card. “Alex and I wanted to make sure you get home safely. It’s for you and Kelli to use for your ride home. And who knows, there might be another surprise for you there.
By Michele Jones4 years ago in Fiction
