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revelation of God
It is all gone, all up in flames the house I grew up in, the dreams and memories created and shared are all gone, nothing left as I stand in aw nothing, but my shadow to hold me. Humanity has lost the fight against God. Or maybe we lost the fight against ourselves, we the product of our own calamity our own destruction. Where did these creatures spring out of are they angels the ones Enoch spoke of in his scriptures in his stories of how angles came down to Earth and fornicated with humans and as punishment God condemned them to become slaves as demons and cause havoc upon the Earth? So many questions no answers . Look at me still being rude you are probably wondering what is going on I am asking myself the same question it all happened in a blink of an eye.
By Victor Portillo5 years ago in Horror
The Heart-Shaped Locket
She scrambled in the sodden soil for the heart-shaped locket, her only hope of escaping this wretched torment. The heavy weight pinned her body to the ground, every breath forced, every breath broken and pained. She reached out further, the chain of the locket nearly in reach, the shining silver so close… Her hand pulled back before it met its mark. She was determined. The struggle continued, the bog now lively with the torrent raining down from above; only making it more difficult to move as the slippery mud convulsed and churned around her with every thrust forward, her hand carving out a slim trench toward the glowing trinket, though the light dimmed as each slosh of congealed earth layered the necklace. Each gasp against the drowning dirt became impossible, the unwanted pressure building against her now frail body, intolerable, unbearable. She fought on. Her nails better utilised as claws, drawing blood with every attempted scratch and stab, making a sanguine sludge, to no avail. As the seconds turned to minutes then into what felt like hours, the dark coagulant muck marred her pale skin, the oozing scum hiding the dainty object that had been the focus of her efforts had been lost beneath the vile ordure.
By Andy Purday5 years ago in Horror
The Last Man
Demons, Zombies, Ghosts. Monsters we make up in the middle of the night are likely more real than the imagination, though we would never see them as they truly are, for we haven’t begun to open our eyes. Would you know the devil if you saw him? What about an alien? How about a mutant? But then, aren’t we all just mutations in the same gene pool? Question human nature, and the stories we tell about our evolution! The truth can be neither created nor destroyed.
By Dionte West5 years ago in Horror
A Single Birth for a Thousand Deaths
Bloom is so often harsh toward me, but I sensed the moment I met him that he needed help. He was spiraling quickly enough to be noticed and rejected by a community with no future. My help was probably not what he needed, specifically, but his endless consumption of dark liquor, and his impatience for thoughts produced by any mind other than his own, did not leave him with an especially large social circle, or any at all, as far as I could tell. As I repeatedly refilled his glass and slid it across the bar, he spoke of his life’s mission. His claims, if taken at face value, would leave a person with the assumption that, until recently, all of humanity was depending upon him to save us. Though, as far as I could tell, this bipedal group of self-righteous monsters stepped off of the cliff’s edge a very long time ago.
By Kijana Gantenbein 5 years ago in Horror
The Apocalypse of Despair
Hard times make for hard people, My Momma used to say. The year is now 2026. Times are hard. People are losing hope all around me and sinking fast. Despair is tangible, you can wear it like a dense cloak. Not just here in New York City but worldwide. Right now it’s the height of our hot season. Nothing below 90’ every day for the last season. Season - is the wrong term. We don’t use it any more since we no longer have any seasons. Now, it’s just a hot period and a cold period. Six months of each. Global warming got injected with steroids from all of the Billionaires building their own rocket ships and marketing mass trips to space. The toxic garbage they left behind up there and the special fuel they used pissed off Mother Nature, ate away at an already permeable ozone layer and The rest is domino effect history. It's all mankind's fault tho. Never heeding the scientific talking heads warnings. Or the floods, the fires and the droughts. I don’t mind it really, not that I’ve a choice. I love the heat. Yea, it's much more acrid and dustier now but it's all I’ve known for a while. Much like our current way of life you adapt and survive or you die. You die like the myriad of decomposing bodies that used to litter the streets before they were picked up and stacked on Liberty Island. “Give me your tired and poor” she said, butsit’s more like, your dead and decaying. But there’s a chance life is better up in the Canadian woodlands. It’s rumored that some patches of the woods are untouched and a safe haven from the heat. Won’t be say getting there but I have to try. Times are hard and hard times make for hard people, my momma used to say.
By MARK MCLAUGHLIN5 years ago in Horror
Like Hearts, Like Souls
She didn't trust a single one of these people, and she could tell they didn't trust her. They'd only banded together to make it through the city forest in one piece, but she'd be surprised if they made it with their lives. Even though they couldn't see them, she could sense the creatures lurking around every shadowy corner, patiently waiting.
By Keely Huber5 years ago in Horror
