Horror
Surviving the Hurricane
Rob, an anthropomorphic tiger and retired fisherman, concentrated on cleaning mashed fish from his father’s whiskers. He never seemed able to get all of it out no matter how hard he tried. His father didn’t seem to mind though. He passively sat, slouched in his chair, one side of his face drooping from a stroke last year. Giving up, Rob tossed the cloth into the sink and wheeled his father to sit in front of the television. He turned it on, hoping to get an update on the weather now that the hurricane had passed. As the generator roared to life he flipped through the channels finding nothing but static, “Here Pop, hold the ‘mote.”
Kelsey ReichPublished 3 years ago in FictionI'm So Sorry
What do you think is behind you? Hopefully, nothing. All I can do is hope that there is nothing in the room with you right now. No one nearby. In fact, if you’re reading this with someone else, you should really leave. Now. Please read this alone. Check and make sure you’re alone.
As The Ashes Fall
We just cared about ourselves and what we could buy, not what we could try to help each other survive. Just a penny for your thoughts can help a million survive. An equal alternative from being down all the time. Even if looking to make this place a little better that’s fine. But instead, we sat back and watched as our land, sea and forests died. Now we flourish with what their designing. Focusing & admiring the things that should bring on sirens. Worst part is the advertising intensifies it, so as the funding grew, the media grew silent. In the end, we stood up and grew violent, so over time we learned just how to confine it. Finally, now that we’re ready to stand up and deny it, everyone’s excited before we lay divided. Just the simple cost of making society silent.
Andrew DixonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Human Aura
Aurelia crept through the dilapidated corridor. Her eyes hadn’t fully adjusted to the eerie pitch black that the lack of moonlight inside had cast. This wasn’t the most ideal spot, but it would do for the night. She wondered if there were any of those super processed dessert cakes left stashed anywhere. It’s ironic how they were considered junk when society still stood, and now she was sure that just one would restore her health. She supposed there weren’t though; this definitely had to be one of the first places hit when ‘they’ began showing up. Still, she could just about feel her stomach touching her spine at this point, and she wasn’t amongst those who had a craving for human flesh. No, there weren’t any brain-eating zombies. What plagued the earth these days was much worse.
Jae-lin MitchellPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Brewery
A sharp chill cuts the air, yet it was not harvest time. It was dawn; so early that the morning light hardly shines beyond the barley and the occasional spot of trees. Gold and coppery strands gently danced before the greens of grass. Far over the hills lay the Jones’ orchard with apples of gold and green, tart and sweet. Further beyond lay the brewery.
RedemptionVAPublished 3 years ago in FictionSpin
Who’s gonna spin, gonna spin, gonna spin. Spin away the pain, all the pain, all the pain. The song echoed in the darkness, and they followed the sound downwards, past the parts they liked to visit, past the parts they pretended they didn’t, into the places they only went when forced. Their footsteps were barely audible over the blaring of the music and the cloying scent of decay grew stronger the further down they traveled. They’d been searching for hours, hours longer than they had to stop the dance.
ThE InFEcTed YoUth Part 2
THE BUNKER DOOR IS CLOSED... Summer is sitting down, with her back against the wall, gazing at intricate water stains opposite to her. Her four year old daughter Rebecca is laying in her lap while her ten year old son Tommy rests his head on a folded military-green blanket placed over her thigh. Summer is so exhausted that her mind fazes out and starts daydreaming different designs from the water stains. The way someone would with clouds.
Angelo M. RochaPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Book of Kalli
Deep in the cavern, two hundred feet below the surface, Kalli checked the time and decided three days of isolation would do for this trip. She scuttled backward to the last turnaround point.
J. S. WadePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe New Ones
Drip. Drip. Drip. Mae huddled in the furthest corner of the closet, surrounded by debris, old mouse droppings, and dead insects. There was a hole in the ceiling, and something was dripping on her. It was hitting the back of her head, a little to the left, then running down her neck. Icy, cold drops, like ancient Chinese water torture.
Kari McLeesePublished 3 years ago in FictionFrom The Journal of General Miles
*Excerpts from a discovered journal in one of humanity’s last ‘stands’ against the Hycon hegemony. After the nuclear bombardments, it was rare for any such documentation to found nearly complete. Particularly of this quality. It is a shame the final outcome of the conflict. With less than five million specimens of the human species surviving, their continued existence remains a curiosity on the intergalactic stage.
Timothy S PurvisPublished 3 years ago in FictionThreaded
No one remembers how the world ended, we just know that it did. In the aftermath, humanity did what humanity does best. We rebuilt.
Josephine WinterPublished 3 years ago in FictionBurning Heart
Burning Heart Hala had told me that they had been there so long that we had forgotten the danger. That was just before they burned away the atmosphere and killed her along with everything else. I am a physicist, so I can assure you that a temperature of one hundred million degrees will ignite the atmosphere in a fusion reaction. These fusion reactions would release more energy leading to more fusion until all the nitrogen atmosphere has burned away. That is what happened, and now you are wondering how I survived and where I am.
Steve BarnettPublished 3 years ago in Fiction