Horror

What May Come...
Where the gravel meets the pavement she frantically thought, nauseatingly fearful she would not make it that far. “ Where the gravel meets the pavement!” She said, out loud through her heavy breathing. Lifting her sore and tired legs up and down as fast as she could while clutching her two month old, tightly to her chest.
By Krista Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Lock Up
From birth, you are designated a heart-shaped locket. This locket represents two important things. One, you are human.
By A.R. Zeller5 years ago in Fiction
The Loved Ones
Wilson hit the big red button that stopped the conveyor and then used his shovel to push the various limbs and body parts all the way into the crematorium chamber so the door would be able to close. When that was done he reached down to pick up a pale arm which had fallen from the beltway onto the floor. Very recently it belonged to a man, and had been severed at the elbow. The knuckles were scraped and bloodied, and it appeared he had fought someone before the end. Wilson tossed it through the gate and then he hit the green button to trigger the fire door to close and the furnace to light up. It hardly phased him anymore. Only the sight of putrid remains made him throw up now, so he still kept the bucket handy for those occasions when the crews were doing more of the “neighbourhood clean up and reclamation,” as opposed to what was euphemistically called ‘justice duty.’
By Rob Rabey5 years ago in Fiction
Invasion
He takes his eyes off of me--a brief glance to the shadows cast by our lantern--and that’s when I lunge at him; My knife slides into his neck easily. His shock quickly morphs into a feral anger as black tar erupts from the wound, and in this moment, I know I made the right decision.
By Zee Ahna5 years ago in Fiction
Heart-Shaped Locket
Heart-Shaped Locket By S Fujii The pandemic lasted much longer than anyone expected. Little did we know Covid-19 was just the beginning. The Gamma variant was far more advanced and deadlier than the previous strains.
By Stacie Walters Fujii5 years ago in Fiction
A Thirst for Sun (3263 words)
Today was the day they’d decide. Laura stared down at what she could see of her reflection in the pool of water below. A constant drip of moisture off a stalactite gave her about one second every five seconds with which she could judge herself. Enough of the people around her had looked at her with a mixture of longing and pity for the past year that she could guess where she’d be going today, but she pitied anyone her age. The pool blurred before her eyes until more water fell into it. She couldn’t see either way. Maybe if her face got puffy enough, she’d pass as average.
By Erin McNulty5 years ago in Fiction
Lumas
The future was full of potential. Technology of the future took us to the stars and gave us hope of what we could become. The future lied to us all.
By Samuel Green5 years ago in Fiction
THE HEART SHAPED LOCKET
“Hold on!! Hold on for dear life, Damnit! This isn’t gonna be good. We may not make it. We may not see each other again. The world as we know it is slipping into oblivion!!”
By Lily Diamond Scott5 years ago in Fiction
Anaria
Anaria gazed out across the wintry horizon, her fingers stinging with frost. Her breath was a fog before her eyes as she surveyed the countless empty buildings. The setting sun shimmered against the litter of broken glass, twinkling like glitter. Anaria rubbed her nose, warming it against the cold, as she watched for people.
By Juniper Woodstone5 years ago in Fiction
Where Grief Meets Fury
Jon Stevens wished he could "unsee" what was ahead of him: Six people making a meal of another human being. He hadn’t seen a living person in weeks, and he preferred it that way since just about every one of those “things” had tried to kill him and make him into dinner. Not that he often carried food because it was hard to come by after the world supply chains collapsed. Human beings were now food for each other.
By Karen Bouknight5 years ago in Fiction
A Cyber Monday
Ashes. Swirling smoke fills my lungs as I gasp for air and fling open my eyes. I see a sky of gray as dirty crumbling snowflakes cover my face. Are these snowflakes? Where am I? No, these are ashes. I scramble to my feet, holding what seems to be a heart-shaped locket. Head throbbing, knees shaking, I try to make sense of my surroundings. Maybe I should sit down. I hear distant crying and sirens. Am I safe here? Where did my office building go? I realize I am sitting near where it once stood. I have a nagging feeling that there is something that I am supposed to do, and it has something to do with this locket. As I attempt to slow down the heart beating out of my chest, I remember a voice and a face, like a distant memory. "You must release this; it is the only way the destruction will end. I didn't mean for it to go this far," the woman sobbed to me as she desperately tossed me the locket, ripping it from her neck - the building rattling around us. I don't really know what I am supposed to release or how to do that with some old locket. I roll it around in my grimy fingers and manage to pry it open - with a series of clicks, a tiny zip drive flipped outward from inside the locket. Oh no, nothing good is ever on a zip drive. What am I about to unleash? I hate Mondays.
By MELROSE 🌈5 years ago in Fiction
The Uncovered
A sour stench lingered day and night anywhere you went and there was no breeze to grant relief from it. Only scorching sun and a vengeful heat existed now. All the doors and windows of my house were wide open and there were six fans buzzing in the living room where Grandma and I sat. Whatever room we were in, the fans came with us. I liked to place them in a circle and sit right in the middle on the floor. Grandma needed to sit in her chair though, her aching back and hips couldn’t handle the bare concrete anymore. I had four fans surrounding her, blowing right in her face. Her long white hair streamed behind her, eyes closed, breathing raspy and dry. She slept peacefully for someone who had been through what she had. She lost both her children, my mom and uncle. They had gotten sick during the first heat surge and there hadn’t been enough hospitals or doctors to keep up.
By Elis Wing 5 years ago in Fiction