psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
The Network
One morning, a man awoke, suddenly unprepared to execute a crowd. Thought and emotion writhed within his head as his hands pulled at previously limp fabric until it contorted and settled against his scarred tan skin. At a rational level, he knew what should occur. First, resistors, disbelievers, and other assorted Luddites would make some sort of last stand: valiant in theory, but pathetic in practice. Next, the survivors would be herded into a pen; he would recite a speech he had given dozens of times and would give the Subversives one last chance to be saved and Plug themselves Into the Network. A few would always abandon their principles when faced with death. But the fervency of most Subversives had confused and impressed him: they were so determined to hold on to anachronistic ways of being that they would willingly, even proudly, sacrifice themselves in a futile stand against the March of Progress. Didn’t they know how selfish they were being? Every single Subversive had been amply informed of the mechanics of the Network and every one of them had made a choice to stay on the wrong side of the End War and thus History. Just as economies required new investment to keep people employed, the Network could not sustain itself absent further participation. It was truly humanity’s ethical obligation to keep the Network alive until the world’s top scientists could discover new populations from which to extract more Thought. Without sufficient Thought power, the Network would collapse, ending the lives of everyone linked into it.
By Darl Bundren5 years ago in Horror
Four
Four Written by Shanna Hackett It was the fourth night. The fourth night of desolation. The fourth night of silence. The fourth night of uncertainty. It was the fourth night of this odyssey and Bailey was beginning to grow hungrier with each step. She had been walking since the car ran out of gas two days ago. “That was inevitable”, she thought to herself as she dragged her worn boots across the asphalt of the desert valley. US Route 50–what felt like the longest road in the country—seemed more dried out and barren than one would imagine. After Fallon fell apart, there was talk amongst a few survivors of something bigger. Someplace with walls, farmland, people working together and protecting each other: a community. Bailey knew she had to reach Delta but the 409 miles of land between the two cities—two states really—seemed to grow exponentially with every junction sign she passed.
By Shanna Hackett5 years ago in Horror
Parasite
The sound of loud footsteps, practically stomping, alerts the red one to his companion’s arrival. The front door is broken; it lies crooked on its hinges, and as such, the blue one can no longer use the slamming of the door to make his presence known. However, he’s always been adaptable, and the sound of his thick boots edging closer to the kitchen is as much as a warning as any.
By Heaven Anderson5 years ago in Horror
Dreams Under the Ice
Winter, and once again alone on the ice. This was where she came to forget about her troubles. This was where she felt strongest. Guiding power into her legs, Mara glided across the frozen river, leaving little white lines and circle arcs on the surface. The sound of splitting ice spitting snow and carved designs thrilled her in the chilled air. Arms outstretched, bitter wind on her face, she breathed in energy and breathed out art. She shifted her weight, and started flying backwards over the light dusting of snow on the ice. The banks, trees, all brilliant white, deadly silent.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Horror
Justine
I have completely lost track of how long I have been huddled in this cold prison of a bunker. I had stopped keeping track around six months into this nightmare when it became clear to me that help was never coming for me. Justine used to make fun of me for having this safe house in the first place. “You’ll never use it.”, she used to say, "It's just taking up space.” Oh, how I wish she had been right. I long for the days when even I had wondered if this whole thing was a mistake, but there's no use in making myself sad over the past.
By Maudina Palmer5 years ago in Horror
Children of La Llorona
Here in south Texas, most children grow up hearing the story of La Llorona. Bedtime stories on the border are not dainty nursery rhymes but stories that help us understand the danger and beauty of the world. From the safety of our lamplit rooms we begin to understand the commingled pain and joy of life. When we were children the stories simply seemed transportive: terrifying, amazing, portals to another time or place. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized the storytellers of my family - grandmothers, mother, aunts - were telling me something of this world.
By Kate Phillips5 years ago in Horror
Experiment 426
Chapter 1 I’m reviewing the footage of the security cameras at a house that I’m house sitting, when I notice something. As I watched it sent shivers down my spine. He was long, lengthy, and in all black. I watched the figure slowly make its way to the room i was in, that's when i noticed i was shaking fearfully. Then the figure looked directly at the camera and gave the most horrifying , the most inhuman, savage like smile i've ever seen. Its smile went from ear to ear. Its eyes were bloodshot red.
By Dezirae Hooten5 years ago in Horror
A Hunger For The Past
Everyone knew that after Little Boy was dropped in Hiroshima, the world would never be the same again. War had changed. Gone were the infantry and cavalry of old. Governments now scrambled to arm themselves with these weapons of mass-destruction. Everyone wanted the biggest stick in the fight, and yet none wanted to truly use it. An ever-looming threat of extinction hid behind the bravado of men in suits; snake oil salesmen with crocodile boots and smiles to match. Countries held their breath as fingers poised on doomsday devices, all locked in a sinister stalemate that would only end in misery. It was almost a bitter relief when the first button was finally pushed.
By Juliette Bissell5 years ago in Horror
Post Apocalyptic Aquarium
Chapter 2 – When it started Rise was a dreamer and the apocalypse didn’t stop him. He strolled around and looked at how torn up his town had become, how damaged the world had been. He thought about how to save it, create a better world, a new world where peace would be found and nature would replenish. He stumbled over rubble and turned his body as he looked up at the radioactive glow of the sky witnessing horrific scrapes of claws against buildings from unknown entities. He was in the middle of a nuclear apocalypse.
By Kyle Casey5 years ago in Horror
The Watchers
Dreams can be a fascinating concept. When we rest our heads down at night and close our eyes we can be taken to faraway lands, a twisted recreation of the office you work in, or sometimes the dreams can turn sour and you find yourself in what can only be described as the pits of hell. Some research says its subliminal interpretation of what's happening in our lives. We can face the turmoil of problems in a dream, or piece together our wildest hopes for reality. Sometimes our dreams can have friends and family in them, or even just someone you talked to at the bus stop the previous day.
By Classified 4045 years ago in Horror
