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For Dudley
A gust of wind caught the hood attached to a tattered woolen trench coat. A thick gray hand reached for it immediately to keep it in place. The creature knew the wind was cold, even though they could not feel it. It was important to keep covered, both to keep their internal organs warm enough to function, but also to conceal the odd and discolored assortment of human parts cobbled together that made up their physical form.
By A. Scott Harlow5 years ago in Horror
Patches
Had she the capacity, the Surgeon might’ve felt something like guilt. She picked up the small heart-shaped locket and pressed the tiny release on its side. Its gilded coverlet sprang open, clapped against the meat of her palm. She considered the photo inside, then clicked the locket’s mechanism shut and placed it on the Donor’s meager pile of possessions, where it shone bright against the drab, threadbare tunic and coarse Foundation-issued canvas trousers. How the Donor had kept it from Patrol Corps was anyone’s guess.
By John Rockford5 years ago in Horror
Having Hope.
Ten years ago, the government released a virus to kill most of the human population. The ones who did survive were the lucky ones. We were sent to a city where we had to live and continue. But we found out that the government wasn’t done with their plans. They cut our food supplies after a year or two. Some of the survivors had died from a sickness they ended up getting.
By Taylor Orr5 years ago in Horror
Do you really want to know?
I wake up, the smell of the garbage rotting in the July heat almost overpowering. I hold back the urge to retch, I pinch my nose shut and take deep breaths through my mouth to calm down. I look at the light seeping in through the cracks in the doors. I pull the stick from under the metal edge and though the U brackets I installed on the doors. I listen and I don't hear them, I lift the door and look around. No one is sight. I climb out of the dumpster. I chose this dumpster because there is a fire escape above it. This is my other way to escape if jumping down to the street was not an option.
By Wayne Baillie5 years ago in Horror
Last call
He was walking along a narrow alley through the forest. Everywhere was vast darkness, thick, as if someone had spat out parts of the abyss. The trees were dense. The Sun had gone out. The air smelled of smoke and burnt objects. Paper? Wood? He didn’t know. He couldn’t remember anything from the previous day. Suddenly, he held a pendant in his hand. It was the only fragment of his old life that connected him to the previous reality. He remembered only the fire. After a flash, everything went out. He wondered about the pendant in his hand. It was a heart-shaped locket, like the ones that open and have two small windows and a lock. But he couldn’t see anything now, so that he could decipher it. He was just walking in the dark. He arrived in front of a gate.
By Erifylh Grapsa5 years ago in Horror
Journey of the Soul
Olivia had been young the first time she'd crept to the edge of the city. Her mother warned her against it; it was forbidden to cross the border into the barrens after all, but she'd been either too young or too stupid to care. Somewhere out there were other cities, but as far as one could see was only burning red sand and the slight indication of ruins along the horizon. She wasn't interesting in the landscape, however; it was the guardians that interested her. Curiosity drove her as close to the large stone beasts as she dared, near enough to see the moss that grew along their back and arms like fur. They stood anchored in place, their feet dug deep into the sand as though they had sprouted from the ground like trees. They stood so still one could assume they were statues if not for the steady roaming of their yellowed eyes. How many were there? She couldn't bring herself to stay long enough to count, but she noted that they circled the city like a make-shift wall. If they joined arms there might not be space enough for anything to squeeze past them she thought. Fear had sent her running home, screaming out the next night she felt the ground rumble beneath their feet.
By Megan Butt5 years ago in Horror
3 Ways to Transmute Your Mental Illness into Positive Writing: Horror with a Twist
When authors began the process of writing, the conquest to write those crucial first pages can be daunting. As I previously covered in my tips blog, I'll be shedding light on a very taboo subject--and for good reason. We all know or are someone who suffers from a mental illness. I think it's safe to say that it's one of the most debilitating things that can affect millions of Americans across the country. The mystery shrouding the way it works, along with the common misconceptions, prejudice, and neglect only accumulate into a ball of shit that rolls downhill. It's no wonder that so many people in the world hide their affliction out of fear of judgment; there are too many individuals that are treated unfairly by those who haven't taken the time to empathize and understand the importance of what a mental illness entails.
By Cory DeAn Cowley5 years ago in Horror
