Horror
The Heart of the Paradox
"There are three things you need to survive in this world; food, water and a twelve bore shotgun." Looking out onto a barren street, an old woman stood at the grimy window of her musty living room, arms folded tightly. She brushed a few stray white hairs behind her ear with spindly fingers and straightened out her tattered floral dress, before making her way over to the nearest armchair.
By Peter Spering5 years ago in Fiction
Fright Night At The Museum
They all took a trip to the museum to spend the night, for fun. Instead of sleeping though, all the kids stayed up, playing hide and seek. With the facility to themselves, the parents and kids stayed up, enjoying the game that was reset many times and the new seeker was chosen. However, this wasn’t an ordinary game of hide and seek. No. All the power had been shut down, and all of them had a flashlight on them so that they could find their way. This was to make them more scared. To make matters worse, they were in a museum that was a part wax, and part evolution of scare museum; all decked out with some of the scariest things of all time.
By Brandon Austin5 years ago in Fiction
Orchid Birch
Blood dripped from her teeth and bits of flesh dangled from her fingertips as she rose from her crouched position over the lifeless body she’d been feasting on. Three more gathered, their teeth bared, the hair on their necks raised “Orchid Birch, we have a warrant for your arrest for crimes against humanity.”
By Mirinda Hart5 years ago in Fiction
Metamorphic
The street was not completely destroyed, but a chaotic roadmap of cracks had caused it to crumble significantly. Without anyone to maintain the roads, mother nature had reasserted herself, and the long dormant flora of Morrison, Colorado had sprung forth from its asphalt shell.
By Geoffrey Foster5 years ago in Fiction
Generation Doomsday
"What're we doing here, Alv? This is Big Dumb." Alvin turned to his friend Poke incredulously. "You still don't brain it? We need food, Poke. Over that way is food. Good food, smackable food, many muchs of it. If you don't brain that, maybe you’re Big Dumb."
By Travis Pittman5 years ago in Fiction
Despair
How long have we been down here? The flashlight illuminated through debris and fine mist to reveal an infinite underground railroad tunnel. Graffiti covered parts of the wall and hot pink harried strokes proclaimed “ALL IS LOST” while a sunny shade of orange encouraged “Welcome to Hell.”
By Wendy Lane5 years ago in Fiction
Sol Survivor
In the year 2051, Texico’s immigration crisis was eliminated. There were no more immigrants trying to get in. There were no more racists trying to keep them out. This was accomplished by a satellite which turned the sun into a death-beam. The death-beam got rid of all the rotten eggs.
By Victor Javier Ortiz5 years ago in Fiction
“WOOOOOOO!!!”
John and his wife Mary lived on a small, quiet fishing lake with only a few other houses around them. They were in their early 60s, retired, and loved nature. The small house was perfect for them, plus it had an extra bedroom and a big yard for when their kids brought the grandkids. John’s passion in life was fishing. Every night he went out on the lake to fish and then the next day him and Mary would spend hours cooking the fish. They were living the life.
By Austin Blessing-Nelson (Blessing)5 years ago in Fiction
World's End
2372 AD. This is the year when the planet earth changes and not for the better. What was once a planet full of plants, animals, rivers, and varied weather patterns is now a barren wasteland. Due to the constant pollution and over use of natural resources the world slowly dies, taking many lives with it. Although there are some human survivors, many mutations from various chemical spills have affected some plants and animals. Now 128 years later, all a person can find around them are buildings reduced to rubble, dunes as high as the sky and sand carpeting whatever there is left on the ground. People, plants, and animals are like finding diamonds. They have become rarer and rarer.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Fiction
