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Most recently published stories in Horror.

The Dead Queen and the Pelagic Court
He'd spotted it three days earlier while pacing the concrete shoreline of the plague pit that, in better days, was known as Emerald Grove Luxury Condos. It was a bog now, a mire of viscous, oily corruption that no light could pierce and where no life would ever again bloom, save for those preternatural horrors which stalked its depths, awaiting the scent of blood. The tremors had sunk the neighborhood into an asphalt canyon and the black water had bubbled up like a geyser, filling the crater at an impossible pace, drowning the bulk of the survivors. Those that yet lived fell prey to the things the water carried in. All that remained now to tell of the original inhabitants were sun bleached bones pitted with corrosion, and those few roofs which peeked above the surface, looming with the mournful dignity of old tombstones.
By Brandon Alpert5 years ago in Horror
Harmonious Coexistence
Kashif had warned him a month wasn’t enough to make it worth it. Hell, a decade probably wouldn’t have sufficed. Jamal peered through the red and yellow stained glass window to the street below, but he could only make out amorphous blobs. Even if he could see them coming (and that was a big “if”), his odds were laughably low. He chuckled, in acknowledgment of this fact, then curled up in a ball and cried as the last rays of sunlight dimmed. Day 30—the Glory Month’s dreaded culmination.
By Dan Foley5 years ago in Horror
Code of Pain
Life teaches one many lessons. Death teaches more. The silent stillness echoes in his mind. There are no more birds in the trees. The sky is gray and scorched. A man, a silver wolf, a salt and peppered beard stands in an empty house staring at the blank screen. He remembers the last thing he watched. The day the bombs fell. The last effort by man to save themselves from the dark.
By J.W. Bost5 years ago in Horror
You killed the world.
The bustle of city life has fallen silent. There are no conversations between strangers on sidewalks, no discussion of the latest social media trends, no laughter or clapping. Cars no longer hum and rumble through the streets. Jetliners no longer roar through the skies. All is quiet, save for the crackle of the campfire and the rustle of rough hands through a backpack that doesn’t belong to them. My five senses are all that really, truly belong to me right now.
By J5 years ago in Horror
Sludge
I could hear it below me, swirling around a hidden vortex just underneath the surface. The inky substance corrupted anything it touched, staining it the same black as itself; contaminating everything in its path. Wildlife is a memory of the past and plants tend to be withered and dying making food nearly impossible. When the water had turned dark and too polluted to drink, about six and a half months or so ago, I didn’t think it would be this bad. That someone would have a plan. After all, I was just an accountant. Numbers run my life. We started with three. My wife, my daughter, and I. For a moment, I close my eyes and try to picture their faces clean and full of joy. I can’t. My deep green backpack plunges from my shoulder onto the rocky precipice on which I stand, teetering dangerously on the edge. I pull it back just in time to stop it from tumbling into the jet-black reservoir below, only to see my last bottle of clean water roll out of the unzipped pack and spiral into the depths of sludge. Zero supplies left. The worst number.
By Clay Wolf5 years ago in Horror
Mother's sin
The sign once red Top-To-Bottom, but three of the letters were missing and those that were left flickered on and off slower than car blinkers. Its windows had been replaced by slabs of wood rowed atop one another. Beyond the metal enforced door was a skimp light barely strong enough to show the racks of sprawled children’s clothes. Out through the door she came.
By Givoughn Tomlinson5 years ago in Horror
The Mirror
The Mirror I hated cleaning my house, even though I was a neat freak. It was boring. It was a beautiful day outside, and here I was scrubbing the bathtub.
By Robin Edwards5 years ago in Horror
In Arwen's Heart
“I love it when it rains,” Arwen whispered as she looked up out her window. While she watched the rainfall between the skyscrapers. She was bursting with excitement, which is no surprise given what day it is.
By Andrew Newton5 years ago in Horror
From the Ashes
“GIVE IT BACK,” she screamed at her brother as he jumped away dangling her new locket out in front of her. The heart-shaped metal locket spun in James’ outstretched hands and glimmered in the light of the grocery store.
By Danni Rae5 years ago in Horror
The Desert Owl
The Desert Owl From generation to generation it will lie desolate; no one will ever pass through it again. The desert owl and screech owl will possess it.
By JP5 years ago in Horror
App-arition: S1-E1- Ginger Snaps
I don't like taking selfies. I know what you're probably thinking, "Ryan, are you like those aborigines who believe that their soul will be taken away from a single snap?" If you had asked me that question after what happened that night; I would've said no. After what I experienced that night, I'm not so sure what I believe anymore.
By Rand Einfeldt5 years ago in Horror
End of Times
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 Walker5 years ago in Horror