Horror

Desert Morning
The end of the world was exactly what everyone thought it would be. Zombies. I know, right? Turned out there was this virus, carried in meat, that ate away at your brain until you were basically brain dead but breathing and functional. It turned off the pain receptors and emotional connection parts of the brain.
By Rebecca Massek5 years ago in Fiction
The Grave Mistress
The heart-shaped locket swings from the chain around her fingertips. It’s almost a dowsing method that she’s constructed, the metal calling to the blood seeping into the earth below her feet. She breathes in the stale air that tastes of fumes and rot, a mixture known only to a dying earth.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
The Power Of Man
Years after the government configure the Party of the Old Power-middle and lower-class citizens are in shambles. Capital keeps you alive-if your pockets are thirsty, you are hunted, exterminated like mice polluting food reserves. Cities are leveled, making way for the Party blueprints, women of the correct foundation enslaved as reproductive machines. Soft vibrations ride the wind in murmurs of revolution, pleading the hunted to remain alive with intentions of assembling an army of rebellion against the Old Power.
By Franchessica Hannawacker 5 years ago in Fiction
Creatures of the Night
She leaned over the balcony. The ballroom was in full gala and Brittini was mesmerized by the women twirling around the dance floor in various arrays of color. Sapphire and emerald ball gowns blended with scarlets and golds in a silent waltz. The holographic film had been her entertainment now for almost a week.
By Charleen Richey5 years ago in Fiction
Tattarrattat
The noise of a car horn has an instant effect. A short burst surprises you. Repeated bursts make you angry. The resounding sound; that long, endless, piercing, unbroken noise makes you scared. It freezes every instinct in your body. It makes you think of death. You do not even have to see the source of the noise. You just have to hear it and your heart sinks and you are petrified. My driver is head down on the steering wheel. My body guard is dead on the floor just outside the passenger door. My two sisters are screaming next to me. I am about to be another one of the kidnapped. Sitting on the back seat of the limo with my eyes shut, I don’t need to see what’s happening, I can hear it.
By Tom Brad5 years ago in Fiction
From a Distance
Part 1 Mum told me about earwigs, once upon a time. Horrifying creatures that could only move forward, they were used as torture devices by evil enemies seeking information.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Fiction
Feral
I lost track of how long it's been since the world ended. I just wander from ruin to ruin looking for food and anything else I can use. I was lucky enough to find a Zippo lighter, shotgun, and Army MREs in some former militant's home. I also stumbled across some weird silver locket shaped like a heart that was in one of the bedrooms. The locket shined brightly enough that it also blinded me. I realized that something like that could expose me in the hellscape I'm stuck in. I don't know why, but I felt compelled to hang on to it regardless.
By Adam Wallace5 years ago in Fiction
My Mother's Locket
“Liz,” Michael hisses from behind me. I ignore him, hoping he’ll get the hint. “LIZ!” “Shhh!” I say, whipping around to glare at Michael. He’s pale, face blending with his white-blonde hair. We’ve all grown cold and clammy-looking from living inside the mountain, our skin losing the shine it must have had when we were out in the sun, enjoying the breeze and playing in the green grass.
By Rebecca/R.K. Fisher5 years ago in Fiction
The Only Choice
Josh Lam sits in the waiting room and tries, painfully, to catch his breath. His knee bounces. He scrolls through his feed, blind to the headlines and posts. A number in the corner of the phone pulses: Four. Four. Four. When he’d arrived this morning, the nurse at reception had smiled tightly and swiped the number over to his cell. It had been one hundred forty-seven then.
By Griffen Bernhard5 years ago in Fiction
Seed
Seed The seeds in the wind blew like leaves falling gently from a tree. At their sight, with shaking hands he adjusted the breathing apparatus on his face, ensuring the seal was solid, and checked the oxygen levels for the fifth time.
By Craig Grant5 years ago in Fiction
Hot Light
Ashes fell from the blackened sky. Sulfur scarred the lining of his nostrils as he struggled to breathe the inhospitable air. Falling to his knees his gaze fell upon a locket, he reached out. Fingers writhing in pain. As he neared the locket, he noticed its heart shape glowing a faint red, almost beating. Reaching closer toward the locket he watched as his flesh peeled from his bones evaporating into ashes as his muscles touched the locket he was enveloped in a bright, hot whiteness.
By Casey White5 years ago in Fiction
Scavengers
I wake before the sun. It's the best time to scavenge. The beasts sleep at this time. They come out at night but they hide in the hills before the dawn. I sneak a quick glance out the window. It's dark and still. I throw my hair up and nudge Antoine sleeping beside me. "Leah." With one word, he sits up and rubs his eyes. He told me once that he liked to sleep late in his past life, before the change. Now we wake at the slightest noise, we are always on alert. We have to be.
By Alexandra Mullen Palacio5 years ago in Fiction