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Live at Five
Live at Five a Trail of Blood and Gore ... In the back part of the park. The part where there was no trail. The full moon shined through the trees in dusty shafts to an agonized figure below. Logan screamed out in pain as human features faded and wolf like ones became more pronounced. There was a canine snout, with wolf like ears, a tail and huge padded wolf feet, vicious claws and teeth. A howl in the park let all those foolish enough to be there after hours know, that tonight that might have been a bad idea.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Horror
Retired
The city was in shambles. Smoke from hidden fires sprouted from a variety of city blocks. Cars, some overturned, stood still in the streets. Plants began to grow from the cracks of sidewalks. The occasional Fiend stumbled around for its next kill. It was all mostly quiet, and uneventful, and I loved it.
By Hakim Salem5 years ago in Horror
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//:begin transmission Breathing. How am I breathing? I can't remember the last time that I tasted the air. Where am I? How have I come to be here? I can feel something in my hand but I can't feel my fingers.
By Shawnti Therrien5 years ago in Horror
"The Heart Shaped Locket"
“5:00 AM - Wake up, sir” The familiar voice resounded throughout the domicile. A femine, yet stern voice, that oft commanded the slowly ailing Johnston, and ran his tiny abode. A steaming bowl of rice, with two small portions of synthesized ‘protein’, most likely recycled feces he guessed, sat beside a large glass of light blue liquid on the table opposite his small cot.
By Jordon Conger-Naum5 years ago in Horror
The Locket in the End
A man sat upon a rock in the dying sun, looking longingly at a heart-shaped locket. His eyes were damp, his cheeks stained. The light of the fire, small and overshadowed by the rocks for their protection, barely illuminated the small picture contained within the locket. Hard to make out but for the man, it didn’t matter. Any light or no light, he could upon the locket’s inner sanctum and seek out in remembrance of the love of his life, his life, who had passed eight years ago, to the day. Eight years ago… a different world, a different life. A life where he had the love of his life. A life where he worked in the city, at a job that gave him the resources and the desire to have a child, to complete his life. And that dream came true.
By Seamus5 years ago in Horror
Inogen
The storm is coming, the clouds have retreated back towards the ruins again，their radioactive pink color glows ever so brightly against the exposed concrete walls of what once was called the city of Manhattan. Elai knows all too well than to go out foraging in this sort of weather.
By jia shen5 years ago in Horror
Light After Death
I called to her through the darkness and the shadow and the void and on and on, and what I got back was beyond horror. I called to my daughter, once young and free, suddenly shrouded in a blackness that extended further than sight. Things echoed back from the void. Angry, confused, frightened things. All that was visible was a black fog of confusion. But there was a light toward the end of what I could only perceive to be the horizon. A mile, maybe two.
By Stu Haack5 years ago in Horror
Lesser No More
The crunching of small stones filled Ajax’s ears as his arm quivered to hold his lantern steady, his eyes struggling to pierce the wilderness around him. It was a cold night, his multiple layers of clothing providing no comfort from the biting winds. The men around him provided no comfort, already used to what this job entailed.
By Isabel Dixon5 years ago in Horror
Bedtime Story: Godfather Death
As a child, I don’t remember much about the stories my mom read to me, but I remember the ones I chose to read. I spent many nights reading the original Grimm Brothers’ Fairy Tales. Anyone who has read these stories knows how gruesome they truly can be. However, most of the stories recorded by the Grimm Brothers keep a great deal of the graphic details to the reader’s imagination. There is one story that stuck with me for years and I still go back and reread. The story titled “Godfather Death” will always be my favorite. It is centered around a man who has many children, all of whom have godparents. However, the man’s last child does not have a godparent yet as there is no one in the village left who is willing to take on that responsibility. The man goes out in search of a godparent for his child and comes across God, the Devil, and Death. God offers to be the man’s godparent, but the man declines because God lets the rich get richer and poor get poorer. After, the Devil offers to be the child’s godparent and the man declines because the Devil tricks innocent people and damns them to Hell. Finally, the man comes upon Death and accepts his offer to be the godparent of his child because Death treats everyone as equal.
By Chris White5 years ago in Horror
Absense
Her name is Tracy. She is fourteen years old in this picture. The picture in the heart-shaped locket on a gold-plated chain. Her long, brown hair is parted in the center and cinched up in two pigtails. Her big, brown eyes sparkle and the curl of her smile makes me wonder what mischief she is up to. I think as I walk through unfamiliar forests, will I recognize her if I find her, no, when I find her. How will she react when she sees me? I continuously practice what I will say to her as I tramp through fallen leaves and weave my way around twigs and branches and other detritus. I have little to steal: A bedroll, a knife, an air rifle and a few sundries that make the journey a bit less of an ordeal. The most valuable item is, of course, Tracy in a locket. My head throbs, has been since before I left. There was that week I was down sick and delirious, it scared me. So, I packed up and snuck out of the neighborhood, dodging patrols all along the way.
By Joseph "Mark" Coughlin5 years ago in Horror
Conquered
I placed a handful of wildflowers in Grandmother’s hands as two burly men in black suits approached to close her casket. “WAIT,” I cried out. The men stopped, as I reached down and carefully removed the silver, heart-shaped locket from around her neck, and placed it around my own. I locked eyes with the men and nodded my approval, and they closed the casket. I began choking on the lump in my throat, overwhelmed with the grief that I would never see her again. Not only was Grandmother the only parental figure I ever knew; she was also one of the few ties left to the old world.
By Samine Khadem5 years ago in Horror
The Brown Haze
A haze of brown. A horrible, resounding silence, waiting below the ringing. And the pain; far away at first, and then upon me all at once.
By Cecilia Betsill5 years ago in Horror