Horror
Deceitful Above All Things
“Mama, tell me about our father,” Emma begged. “Again?” she asked, smiling. Mama pulled Emma into her lap, and held up her heart-shaped locket, opening it to reveal the tiny picture nestled inside. Her voice softened as she settled back to retell the story that had lulled Emma to sleep many a night.
By Maya Ivers5 years ago in Fiction
The Key to My Heart
It all started out under the cover of darkness or so I thought. My eyelids opened to reveal some semblance of light. Blinding - but as my vision began to clear, for moment, I had wished I was blind. This feeling came with realization - I was alone.
By Jeanette Guzman5 years ago in Fiction
The Underground Experiment
Darkness encompassed Wren like a thick weighted blanket. It laid on her chest, squeezed at her arms and legs, and clung to each strand of hair. In truth, it didn’t bother her that much. What was truly unbearable was the silence. The silence was deafening. For a moment she thought herself dead, but she quickly threw away the thought.
By Amanda Flores5 years ago in Fiction
Sarajevo Prison state
Right outside Bloomsbury, New Jersey, was this prison, and the name of this prison was Sarajevo State Prison. Created by the mad Wall street mogul, Sikander Raza, the prison sat on 1700 acres of land, and yet few mortals could claim to have seen it
By Syed Arabi Khalique5 years ago in Fiction
Keep Going
Keep Going By; Tory Denboer “Keep going” That voice... I jolt up from the nap I was very much enjoying, grabbing my rifle, ready for a fight. Silence flooding the small cabin we had found the night before. Daylight had just broken through the window. I glance at my watch, 06:45 August 15th, 2024, two years to the day since the world went to shit. I know I should get up, but everything hurts. When will this end? I can’t keep doing this, looking at the gun in my hands it could be over so quick…
By Tory Denboer5 years ago in Fiction
Expurgation
Today Kahuna dreamt of a sun rise she hadn’t witnessed in years. It left a bittersweet taste at the tip of her tongue. Squinting both eyes, her vision slowly cleared to catch sight of the metal closet space she shared with seven unfortunate souls. Cly, a young one, sat in front of her, trembling as he cradled his left side. Wheezing in gasps, his wide eyes caught Kahuna, freezing her with his fear. He thrashed around in a frenzy until a short, bandaged stump came into view.
By Paola Olivas5 years ago in Fiction
Reaching Nirvana
Every city. Every town. Obliterated. What was the point? It all backfired. Every experiment they ran just ran us into the ground. I’m the reason it’s all gone—and for what? Ridiculous to think anyone could get this mad about data. Killing each other over the scientific method. How can you take such a beautiful gift of otherworldly powers and abuse it for your own purpose of gaining financial status for Earthly warfare? When is enough enough?
By Lolly Paige Lennox5 years ago in Fiction
6/6/66
04/12/66 “I remember when the moon was whole, and I reminisce about both of your faces. Grandma used to say that she remembered a simpler time growing up. She was right, things were complicated when I was young. Everything was up in the air. I didn’t know who I was or what I wanted to do with my life. I kept screwing up relationships over and over again. Bad news was all over the tv that I watched too much of after getting home from a bad date. A lot of my dreams sat in a drawer next to a bottle of anti-depressants. God, I miss all of that. Things were so complicated then. I don’t get to worry about a single thing I used to. Bad dates, drinking too much, cheeseburgers, depression, trying to pretend that you’re interesting to impress someone you met online when you’re really just a fickle piece of trash, I don’t have any of those blessings anymore. I don’t get to yell in traffic. I don’t get flipped off anymore. Things are simpler now, and I hate it. I absolutely hate it. And I can’t not miss you.
By Lorn Auros5 years ago in Fiction
Dead-eyes
A snap, crack, and a thud is all I hear before I feel an enormous figure slam me into a nearby tree. I brace as I feel my breath leave my body. My back screams in pain as the tree’s bark scrapes my skin. I gasp for air while my arms wither away after several strikes from every direction. Frantically, I kick my left leg forward, and the punches stop. I quickly snatch a long, sharp branch from the forest floor and thrust the back end into the ground. I tightly grasp it as the figure lunges towards me. I hear a low gurgle as the sound of impaled flesh squishes in my ear. I drop the branch. I fall to the ground as my heart pounds faster and faster. Everything goes dark.
By Brennan Hefner5 years ago in Fiction
Reflections after the end
The irony of it wasn’t lost on me. Our whole existence we have been looking for cheap solutions to expensive problems. Well, one of those cheap and easy solutions had unintended consequences. We were so arrogant and self-absorbed that we really thought we could solve these systemic problems with half measures. At this point in our species social and biological development, the power we unleashed was almost God like. We were like children playing with our parent’s gun. We destroyed ourselves and no one seemed to be able to identify why until after the fact. We had no conceptualization of the possibility that this action could have cataclysmic consequences, but; in truth, we never really considered the consequences seriously. It is now clear to me that Homo sapiens learned to walk upright before they learned to think upright. My name is Major Paul Penshire of the former United States Army, and this is my confession.
By Joshua P Doyle5 years ago in Fiction
