Screams at Dark
There’s a type of cicada, known as Magicicada. They only emerge once every 17 years. No one knows the true reason why there’s such a long period between their arrival.
February 14, Year Zero "Okay, Mr. Ansel, you're going to feel a little prick." Janek Ansel chuckled weakly as the phlebotomist inserted the needle into his vein. "Oh, my dear boy, I've been dealing with little pricks all my life. You learn to ignore them eventually."
The Vanishing House
“Come on, Dani. It’s getting late. I’ve got to get some sleep. School in the morning. You have class tomorrow too, remember?”
Bottom of the Food Chain (Chapter 1)
A Story Bottom of the food chain Dechlan TOMSETT Prologue - “I can’t remember when my neighbours weren’t trying to eat me, when I could step outside without looking over my shoulder or surveying my arcs every couple seconds or so. I was never a stranger to conflict or gunfire but this... this relentless enemy that didn’t follow your conventional fighting methods, now, I wasn’t used to this.” - Corporal Christian Mathers, 2024.
The woman reeked of rotten borscht. That was the first thing I noticed about her. The next thing I noticed was that she was Russian.
Alice filled her lungs with the cool breeze that wafted in through her dark basement window. She’d been renting this dank dungeon suite for nearly five years, but the house had been rooted here since 1946. Though the ceiling came down to just a few inches above her head, this was the one place where she felt she could stand tall. This was her sanctuary, her bat-cave, her anything she needed it to be. When the world outside felt like chaos, she could always slump solidly into her favourite chair or snuggle with the many pillows and blankets on her soft bed.
The Zombie Apocalypse Barn
The day the zombie apocalypse happened, Jared and I were working on our farm. He was running the tractor over the fields, to make them fallow, while I was going through the seed inventory to figure out what we needed to order. Neither of us were much for watching the news, but I had the radio turned on and was listening to some classical music when the music was interrupted.
The letter said I would find her at the barn, 400 paces due north from the old wooden gate. Using the crudely drawn map in the envelope, it took me almost three hours to find that gate.
My favorite day
Today was Halloween, my favorite day of the year. Getting to dress up on top of loving all things spooky. Of course, most people just get wasted hoping to score on Halloween. I already had scoped out all the parties tonight to make sure I go to the one that will have the most people there.
Indigo (the second second edit)
*Family Before the reapings began, what used to be the United States, had been reduced to, for the first time, since horrible men had come to ravage, and rebrand, like so many cattle, a ruined third world. The plague left us with, after 3 months, only 30% of humanity "Estimated living," If you could even call it that. Because 29 out of that 30% had turned themselves from brutal, conniving, and hungry monsters of violence, into just blindly and numbly seeing to the necessary to survive. This was Because of the easily accessible drug called blue that was made so quickly available for human consumption right before the outbreak. Marketed as a 'cure-all' for the human condition,( general mental well-being,) so that humanity could stop focusing on the real physical causes.
The Brass Bull
The little statue was the ugliest thing she'd ever seen. But, her Mother insisted that she keep it. For 'luck' her Mother said. Odette highly doubted the brass bull was lucky. There had to be zero luck in an ugly thing like this.
THE FINAL HOUR
THE FINAL HOUR Written by James D. Merrick , March 28, 2015 6:00 AM. Tilton Town. Allan’s gloved hand inserts the ignition key. The Malibu coughs, belches into the morning gloom, then sputters to life. It moves slowly away from the sleepy apartment building and sloshes down the potholed driveway onto rain-slicked County Road. It’s heading toward the truck dispatch office perched on Tilton Mesa and Allan’s delivery assignment for today.