Horror
Sympathy for the Devil
They dropped the bombs in Los Angeles, New York, Atlanta, Dallas, and Washington D.C. on Independence Day. It must have been some power move on the part of the President: dropping bombs on the highest infected populations to protect the life and liberty of uninfected Americans.
By Paola Vanessa3 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
Steffen woke confused and worried. Even with being weak he sprung from the ground and grabbed the man who was standing over him. Trying to defuse the situation the man stated his name. “I am Travis but everyone calls me Tray. I know this seems crazy, but I’m not here to hurt you. I watched as you were hit by a truck. Everyone was in a panic after the sirens went off. I ran by you but when I seen your chest heave I stopped to check if there were any survivors. I just couldn’t leave you there, I quickly checked and you had a pulse and was still breathing but your family did not make it. I’m sorry. This is all I found with you” and he hands Steffen a picture of his family. Steffen’s grip loosened as he fell to his knees. “Are they up there?”Steffen asked. “They are about four blocks out” Tray replied. Steffen rose back to his feet and placed the picture in his pocket. “I have to see them” he said. Tray stood in Steffen’s path so he couldn’t get through. “It is still too dangerous out there. The gasses are still on the surface.” “I don’t care, they are all I had. I have too see them” Steffen said pushing through Tray. Not turning back he continued to walk towards the door. Once he was past it there was a small room it was long and narrow. A bigger man would not have fit though. He looked back at tray. “Thank you” Steffen said. Tray just nodded as he shut the door to the room Steffen was in. It was dark. The only thing Steffen could see was a little bit of light at the end of the room. He placed each hand on the walls to the sides of him to guide himself to the door. He hesitated once he made it to the door but was determined to find his family and make sure they were really gone. When he finally opened it the smell of burnt hair and flesh overwhelmed him. Not able to control himself he vomited all over the doorway. At the same time tears fell from his cheeks. All these people are just gone he thought. He took a few steps out. He seen a body laying on the ground. He bent down to peer at it. Even though it was mostly bone he could still see the fear on its face. Steffen’s heart dropped to his stomach. He couldn’t imagine what all these people went through. He just hoped the death was quick. He viewed each body as he continued to walk deeper out. In the corner of his eyes he seen something shine. It was a little golden heart shaped locket. He bent down and picked it up. He opened it. There was nothing in it, not even a picture. He reached into his pocket and took out his only possession, the picture of his family, and placed it in the locket. He hung it around his neck. In the distance he saw three figures walking towards him. One was tall and shapely and the other two were small and their antics were familiar. Instantly he knew who they were. His heart started to race. He ran towards them. Tears fell, “I love you” he said as he hugged them. “I never thought I would see you again Ellie” Steffen said, “Tray said he was only able to save me.” He bent down to his little boy and girl and kissed each of them on their heads. “I missed you both so much” Steffen said, grabbing and holding them tight. “What happened?” he asked. “Where were you?” Before they were able too answer he remembered it was unsafe. Tray’s words continued to echo through his mind. “It is still too dangerous out there. The gasses are still on the surface” The smile he had on his face quickly faded. “We have to get back” he said. “It’s not safe out here”. He grabbed Maddie and Elijah’s hands. He called to Ellie to follow him to safety. They started heading back to the bunker. They went through the first door and Steffen closed it behind them. Once at the second door he pounded on it vigorously in his excitement hoping Tray would let them in. All the effort he spent made him weak and before he knew it everything went black. When he came to he seen that tray was standing over him. “Welcome back my friend” he said. Steffen gasped for air. “Where is my family?” he asked. His voice was quiet and raspy. Tray could barely make out what he was saying. He looked confused as he replied, “You were the only one at the door”. Steffen tried sitting up but fell back to where he was laying and winced as he felt the burning pain in his lungs suddenly, but he continued, “They followed me back; Where are they?” He was able to speak a little louder, but it was forced. Concern was etched across Tray’s face. Again he spoke and repeated himself “you were the only one at the door Steffen. I am sorry.” Steffen lifted his hand, struggling with even the slight movement, he placed it on his chest. “Where is the locket?” he asked. Tray tuned around to grab it from an old table. “I took it off of you as I was giving you CPR. You blacked out right as I was opening the door for you. I need to tell you , it was hard to get you back and I believe you’re still suffering from the gas inhalation. I… I don’t know how much longer you have…”. Steffen looked at Tray as he laid the locket in his hand and smiled a small smile, which was all he could muster, “It was worth it all to see them again.” Steffen then opened the locket up to see the photo once more. Steffens hands dropped. The locket still dangled on his finger. His eyes slowly closed. There they were again, all together and at peace.
By Gaige Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
All Heart
In a colorless shell of a once thriving world a masked traveler wearing a black hooded trench coat walks labored carrying all he owns on his back. As he approaches what seems to be a pile of debris a glimmer of light shines through. He sifts through the rubble in anticipation of what he’s stumbled upon. After a few moments he unearths a heart-shaped locket.
By Scott Lang3 years ago in Fiction
The Deepest Kind of Love
Fiery, searing pain assaults my consciousness much like… well, much like the filthy rubber boot that literally assaulted my skull. I wait for the ringing to stop. It always takes a minute. And you know what? I’ve learned to enjoy the wait. To return to my senses is to return to the unique, personal hell created for me by a skeleton team of torturers commissioned by my own government.
By Brad Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
Baby Earthworms
The rain felt predatory, falling down in packs and nipping at his skin until it started to feel hot. The sensation brought him back from his daydream and remembering where he was he wiped the backs of his hands on his trousers, tucked his socks into his boots and tightened the collar of his coat. Clipping the rusted seal around his neck rendered him a little bit breathless, but it was a breathlessness he could cope with – a seared nape he could not.
By Patrick Bernardo Gleeson3 years ago in Fiction
The Party's End
I woke up to smoke, and blinding heat. What had happened? I tried to sort through the thoughts in my pounding head to remember last night. I went to a party last night? With the football guys? Yeah, yeah that’s right we won the big game and were looking for some fun for the rest of the evening. I smelled, once again, the soot and smoke in the air and painfully I realized this heat and smoke meant there was a fire nearby. I blinked again, my eyes stabbed by the smoke, sweat pouring out of me like never before. Oh my God! This much smoke meant the house was on fire, I had to get out! I got up and began running trying to find a wall to guide myself by.
By Benjamin Simmons3 years ago in Fiction