monster
Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.
Michael Redmtion
StartMultiverse theory said that every possible action, ever, has happened in some world. By this logic, all worlds thrived at some point, and all worlds must die. The gods made humans to give life to those worlds, but they made the destroyers to clean up the mess. Now it's our turn.
By Anthony Sanders5 years ago in Horror
Silenced Genes
While everyone was distracted with the discussion, Skippy decided to creep downstairs and see if he could get Jeffrey to come back. The outside door was wide open. As he peered out, Skip noticed movement not far from the step. He peeked around the door frame as a neighborhood cat ran past him, inside the apartment and right up the stairs. Skippy jumped and leaned back against the wall a moment to compose himself. Heart racing, he realized his plan was a bad one. As he went to close the door and go back upstairs, he heard a scream. A single terrified shriek. It was a child's scream. Before, when it was all chaos, there were so many voices, he couldn't pick one out from the rest. This was different, the sound ran through Norman in a way he never knew fear could feel. It made him sick inside, he could barely stand. He realized he was trembling. Then he heard another noise, barking from up the stairs. Cedric wasn't too happy with the newest house guest. Norman heard Alice screaming, “Skip? Where is Skip? Oh no, oh no no no. Norman! Where are you?”
By Rebecca Tkacs5 years ago in Horror
Silenced Genes
In the meantime, the traffic jam that happened as a result of this accident turned blood bath caused the bus with the elementary students to let the children out farther down the road than the regular bus stop. The bus turned down a side street and disappeared before the line of traffic trapped it on the main road. Seventeen children between kindergarten and fifth grade stepped off the bus and immediately started walking over to see what the crowd was doing. Ricky saw the yellow blur out the corner of his eye as it took the corner. In the commotion, he had forgotten that he was waiting for the boys, forgotten there were other children – his sisters' friends – still over there too. He felt his stomach lurch, but he turned mid-stride and raced back to the children, screaming, “Hey! Don’t go over there! Run home!” With all the other noise, Ricky knew it was pointless.
By Rebecca Tkacs5 years ago in Horror
Who's Your Cryptid Counterpart?
We all have our counterparts in the world. Usually, they’re described as soulmates, romantic or platonic. But outside of the world we know, there are more things we have in common with the supernatural than many realize. Our personalities and energies draw us to find those who are meant to be in our lives… and who’s to say that can’t include monsters?
By Alesia Brooks5 years ago in Horror
The Girl with the Blue Backpack
As she walked along the dissembled remains of a broken road in shades of bright green moss that filled the cracks of broken cement, she felt alone. There were abandoned cars and that were parallel, vertically and horizontally parked on the remains of a broken road. Most of the remains of what use to be a useable car were only the steel frames that had become rusted and disintegrated by the apocalypse. As she looked to her left and looked to her right there were veriest buildings, some that run all the way up to the sky. The windows of the buildings had been shattered and pieces of glass were scattered along the ground. Shops that were once functional had be run down by empty shelves and signs that were hanging by a thread. The city was empty except for the near distance growls of the undead lurking within the shades and around ever corner. As a survivor of this unpleasant world she always had a dagger firmly placed within her boot and her hand hovering over it every time she heard the scratching noises that gave you goose bumps and radiated through each cell of your body. Each time she saw the disfigured face of a once lively human being she felt more and more alone. Her father died in a car accident when she was six years old. Her mother was a gentle woman that had a firm belief in righteousness and morals. She was a strong woman, a confident woman, a brave woman that took risks and she tried to maintain these qualities every day. But she died only three months ago by a savage attack when they were cornered and overwhelmed by a heard of the undead as they were gathering supplies, she sacrificed herself so that she could live. That burden weighed heavily on her shoulders everyday, the regret that maybe she could have done something else and the burden of being alone without her mother. She didn’t have any brothers or sisters, only her blue backpack that carried her supplies. She looked to the sky and hoped that her mother was watching over her somewhere in the mist of clouds that shimmered and moved each time the sun tried to peer through. The sky was a warm orange mixed with shades of red. Since the apocalypse happened the sky has always resembled the same colours, they have never changed. Maybe it was sign that the world has ended. There was still smoke rising from buildings, coming from chimney tops and from abandoned buildings that were charcoal and filled with ash and soot.
By Lauren Brown5 years ago in Horror
Silenced Genes
School was dismissed just after 11 o'clock. Sirens were blaring as the students were boarding the buses; a fire truck and a couple of police cruisers pulled up to the high school with an ambulance close behind. Many of the students were craning to see out the grimy windows, but the bus pulled away as soon as the last student was on board. Ricky and Mack weren't concerned, they figured someone just set off a fire alarm smoking in a bathroom or something equally as stupid. Other students were panicking, some even crying, while many were posting updates on social media, texting wildly or even calling their parents. Ricky watched the commotion, he thought it was all over reacting nonsense. He and Mack made eye contact, Ricky shrugged. Mack looked back down at his phone slowly shaking his head in bewilderment.
By Rebecca Tkacs5 years ago in Horror
The Werewolf Diaries
Page 1 ONE I’D ALWAYS WELCOMED WAR, BUT IN BATTLE my passion rose unbidden. The bear’s roar filled my ears. Its hot breath assaulted my nostrils, fueling my bloodlust. Behind me I could hear the boy’s ragged gasp. The desperate sound made my nails dig into the earth. I snarled at the larger predator again, daring it to try to get past me.
By Brittany Glodowski5 years ago in Horror
