Horror
Ending Persephone
It's dark. The wind carries the stench of sewage throughout the city. Will waits on the roof of what remains of the Wilshire Grand Center with his Barrett M82 sniper rifle. Although desolate and empty, he is captivated by the view of Los Angeles 1,000 feet in the air.
By Celina Johnston3 years ago in Fiction
Celebrate with Excerebration
Sarah was getting ready for a party; she had the radio on and was trying to decide which shoes to wear with her floor length gold sequin dress. She lived in student halls in oxford where she was studying philosophy. Her parents were so proud, “who would have thought it our little girl from Leicestershire going to oxford university.”
By Holly Hewitt3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dance
Before the Dance The form surveyed itself. The skin was a good match, and the collarbones rose near-perfect under the neck, like driftwood under seafoam. The hair was alright too, though the shorn ends burned a far fiercer gold than Cora’s had. And the eyes. They were too cold, too dark. Not at all lifelike.
By Maha Sarma3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Locket and the Tired Man
The sky is blanketed by ashen clouds, leaving the empty New York illuminated by the still functioning streetlamps. In a single apartment of a random apartment building, twelve floors above the ground, is a man lying on his bed, watching his ceiling through the darkness. He hopes silently to be able to sleep soon and leave this world behind for a few hours. His eyelids even began to droop when-
By Jack Brezler3 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Boys
“—As Captain Cody reaches the beginning of his greatest mission, finding and retrieving resources needed to thrive in today’s post-apocalyptic society, we can’t help but wonder will he be the first successful return? Stay with us while we go live, watching as space force readies for Friday’s launch. But first, which hydration fluid is best for you and your family? Stay tuned, the answers may surprise you.”
By Megan Gunn3 years ago in Fiction
Birthright
Seventy years ago, the American democratic system saw its end. The two parties became polarized to the point of implosion where perpetual gridlock tension called for relief in a common, singular voice. That’s when my family stepped in, forging the first American Monarch.
By Seymour Pessoa3 years ago in Fiction
Fade Away
Start Twenty five years of scars. Each one had a fading memory and lingering pain. The man couldn't remember the last time he'd slept in a bed, or anything more than a pile rubble. Looking out across the near barren landscape he took in the scents from around him. Sweat, blood, and the cloying odor of mutation. Setting off on the old march, he listened to the crunch of his boots ring out on the wind. Other than that, only the occasional and distant howl from some creature broke the silence. It had been following him for days.
By August steiger3 years ago in Fiction