Horror
Shiver
Startled, I heard something weeping in the distance. I never expected to hear crying as a frightening sound, but this was downright creepy. My heart began pounding quickly, I began to sweat. Petrified, I was afraid to move as the crying continued. Blinking a couple of times, trying to clear my head, it seemed chilling to me that something was sobbing like that over and over.
By Deborah Walker3 years ago in Fiction
Searching for Iris
January 18th, 1937 My name is Saul Randolph. My dear friend, Edgar Trafton, at last has succumbed to the Human Circulatory turovirus -or as it is better known, the “Red Death.” He had come to my residence so that we might take shelter together from this vicious plague, infamous for its tendency to mutate and adapt. Over the last two years the Red Death had managed to rapidly decimate the global population, inspiring riots and panic as the death toll climbed.
By Kevin Gard3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Song
Static crackled from an old dusty radio. It whistled and whined briefly, then a female voice could be heard - “refugees escaping the blockade of Paris…” static again. *Click* the radio cut out. He thumped it, releasing a plume of yellow dust. The ancient armoire below it creaked in protest.
By Yivgeni Matoussov3 years ago in Fiction
The Heartless
She started down a narrow alley with high brick walls on each side and paused to listen. She was sure she had almost lost them in the crowd a block back and waited to be sure. Dusk had fallen on the city and what light there was on the streets did not make it into the alley. Steam from the vents on the walls and the smog that hung in the air made the distant street lights little more than wisps.
By Steve Brewer3 years ago in Fiction
Mission Florida
I had again arrived at the beautifully haunted paradise that is Florida. The last time I was in this beautiful state, a ghost literally chased me away, though later out we did sort out our differences ( It was found out later that the ghost, a young girl, had feelings for me. I don’t know why but ghosts seem to have a penchant for the likes of me). So I had no problem coming here.
By Syed Arabi Khalique3 years ago in Fiction
Chaos
Daylight came streaming in through the cheap metal blinds that were hanging in the narrow window. Chris laid still, watching the sunlit lines slowly climb across the quilt that covered his stomach and legs. Sleep had not easily come the night before. He knew the apartment was as safe as a place could be these days, but it was not soundproof. The screeching and banging had carried on until just before dawn, and even in his exhaustion, he had not been able to close his eyes for more than ten minutes at a time. “I should be used to this by now,” he moaned dryly. His back ached from the lumpy mattress he had carried over from the destroyed apartment across the hall. The small room he had chosen to shelter in was the cleanest he could find, but it was still garbage-strewn and the air was rancid. Sitting up, his muscles ached from the tense night. He had known better than to travel alone this far south, the woods farther north were almost untouched by the terror in the city. As Samantha had died slowly from cancer that came before the chaos, he had promised her he would find other survivors, that he would not be alone. “Bullshit,” he said gruffly, shaking his head, tears stinging his eyes.
By Kai Michelle3 years ago in Fiction
The Forest
The never-ending sight of trees surrounded the couple, turning left, or to the right; it was in no particular direction that their straining vision would capture any sort of landmark to point the way. The overhead branches blocked out what light there might have been, and they both longed for the brisk air of the mountains of Tulsiria that they called home. A perfect place with that familiar light always obstructed by rock and snow. The two days that led them here, and the thought of the days to come brought upon the feeling of hopeless dread and their minds, in a slow and unnerving quietness understood that they might never escape. It was, however, not for their own safety which concerned them; but for that of their infantile daughter.
By Gabriel Vargas3 years ago in Fiction
Jobz
It had begun as a timewasting app, which quickly grew into a fad, and then a phenomenon. Jobz, the app to entertain through dares, had taken the world by storm. Those using the app could issue challenges, either publicly or privately, for others to perform and if the person completed the task, they were paid a sum of money the challenger offered. Others could chip in money as well, increasing the amount and daring someone, anyone, to take on their challenge. Because these “tips” would increase the total prize offered, they often goaded others to take on the challenge, meaning the task would become a frenzy and the first to complete the task and post it would win. Sometimes the tips pushed the prize into lottery levels.
By Timothy Radke3 years ago in Fiction