Horror
Last Diary Entry of Victoria Rehd
Diary Entry: 6/28/2042 My name is Victoria Rehd and this will likely be my last entry. I will begin 21 years ago when this . . . all started. I was 12 at the time, living with my parents in a small apartment in Northside Minneapolis. It was like any ordinary day. My mother stayed home and homeschooled me while my dad worked close by at a military site. Looking back to simpler times, I remember how much my parents did for me and how they sacrificed everything for our family. My mother instilled good habits in me, such as never letting things go to waste and always appreciating the little things. On a late Friday before my birthday, my mom and I were sitting by the window waiting for my dad to come home as we usually do. At 10:21 PM, everyone’s life was changed when an immense flash of crimson light filled the sky from the southern horizon. My mom, in a panic, scrambled for the phone to call my dad because the flash came from the direction of his base. No response. A few moments later, all the lights in the city went out in an instant. The only source of light was that damned dreary maroon the night now always brings.
By Mitchell Smisek5 years ago in Fiction
The Purification Locket
Dear Diary… Today was a great day, I cycled through the local market on my way to work with a smile on my face and... …Have you noticed that in the movies, the End of the World is always dramatic…environmental disaster, alien invasion, zombies, time travelling killers, destruction at the hands of God. You can choose your favourite apocalypse but the underlying formula is the same…huge cataclysmic event followed by the collapse of society, billions dead and the world left in ruins.
By Scott Grim5 years ago in Fiction
They Didn't Want to Leave You But
I’m lucky they just cut out my tongue. I’ve seen much worse done for lesser offenses than mine. You can’t reassure without a tongue anyway. That’s why they did it. When I spoke, people listened. A voice of revolt they called me. Even if it was only a whisper into a child’s ear. Your parents, they didn’t want to leave you but The Order made them. They still love you. They didn’t want to leave you.
By K.P. Stanislaus5 years ago in Fiction
Dear Diary
DAY 1 Things were super heavy yesterday when they started sounding the alarms. I was unaware of the chaos when it began, and it really came through like a tornado. Psychics and the like have been predicting this for a while now. Few people really took it seriously, and the ones that did still made jokes about it. But either way, here we are and the world is forever changed now.
By Ari Asha Love5 years ago in Fiction
The Day of Destiny
Slam! The sound rang out throughout the complex, the whining of sirens leaking through her closed bedroom window. Homework, devastating amounts of it, lay blown across her desk. Dark clouds loomed outside her window while people scattered in the streets, floors below the apartment. Why is everyone running? she thought. Her family, a simple family, was gone. Her parents and brother told her they’d be back and that she should stay and finish her homework. She watched them race down the street minutes later, going to buy groceries.
By M.B. George5 years ago in Fiction
Meltdown at Buffalo Bayou
Abeza Simmons was like any other 20 year old when the virus first showed its ugly head....Any other 20 year old who was sold by his birth mother for her fix. His MOTHER, Ivetta purchased Abe at a roadside motel that she happened to visit by chance. She had dreamed of having children, even before she had came to the realization of who she was; at 15 Ivetta, who was at that time known as Richard, expressed his desire to live as a woman to his mother, she met his request with pure disgust and dropped him at a friends house with 10$ and a backpack of belongings. The only thing that Richard took from his old life was a silver plated, heart shaped locket that had belonged to his mother. It had a small picture of his grandmother enclosed. He was not sure why he took it but it brought him great comfort in that time of abandonment. He was to face some hard years but it was in the struggle that Ivetta was born.
By Justus McDonald 5 years ago in Fiction
Project Rain
It was a night like any other. Dark and cold. You could see a storm on the horizon if you looked up at the cloud-stuffed sky. Jihoon was walking to his usual nighttime haunt, the Diner on exit 15 that was adequately named ‘The Diner’. They served breakfast, lunch and dinner, but Jihoon only came in for Dinner. Today he was coming in for more than just dinner however. He had received a message from an… acquaintance telling him to come to the diner, apparently they had something to say that they thought he might want to hear. Jihoon looked at the bright, neon yellow ‘OPEN’ sign on the front door of the diner. He sighed and pushed open the doors, triggering the bell attached to the door.
By Amari Marie5 years ago in Fiction
