Horror

The Day I Met Evan Bishop
My sister and I had just spent the last month in an underground bunker while the world above us collapsed. What’s more? Now infected bodies roam the streets and to make matters worse.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix Rising
In the gloom of my subconscious, I could just make out the dirty yellow sphere of the Sun through the opaque air made thick from the smoke of generations burning. I thought it had all been a dream, but I woke within this nightmare. I struggled to focus, uncertain if I was dead or if I had ever been alive. Even my memories were dulled and out of focus in the darkness of the lingering cloud. I began to move about conveyed by spirit, ethereal and without notice of my physical body. As if time turned back on itself, smoke and flame coalesced returning nature to its state of order before the chaos.
By The Bantering Welshman5 years ago in Fiction
Blank-Legended Lilith
"Dr. Yurna. Please help me. I have to have an abortion." It was as absurd—and as illegal—as if the girl had asked to devour her whole, bones and all, here in the consultation room. The population was staggering back from the abyss even now, wilted as a clutch of violets after church.
By Are Kölsch5 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger
I raise the soul of my tattered brown leather boot roughly an inch off the ground before pushing it forward one step, and into the seemingly endless flat bed of dry soil. Once again, lifting my opposite foot I take another step, pressing it down as I walk aimlessly. “I’m not sure where I’m going but it’s most certainly better than where I’m at now.” I ponder to myself.
By Christian C5 years ago in Fiction
Fool's Gold
She was five when The End, as it had been named, had reached its peak. It had been a slow but steady decline of technology and resources. Anarchy in the streets as prices were gouged and the people that once “served the public” invested in their own interests. Riots, murder, explosions across cities; all of this brought about an end to a nation once revered as great.
By Nikolle Freeman5 years ago in Fiction
The Apteka
September 26, 1983. Alarms blared at the Serphukov-15 bunker, alerting those inside that the United States and allies have launched an attack against the Soviet Union. The early warning system warned of an imminent attack by one nuclear armed, intercontinental missile. In haste, the leaders of the Soviet Union authorised what they thought was a retaliative strike. The whole nuclear arsenal against one missile. A missile that never existed. By the time the leaders of the Union realised their mistake, the United States was forced to play their hand. Mutual assured destruction followed, coating the world in nuclear radiation and ash.
By Victor Tikhanov5 years ago in Fiction
This Sacred Land
It was cold, and it was dark. Some days I could even forget what the sun was as it remained no more than a silhouette among the clouds. I was still grateful for the days, the nights were much worse. A green cloud of mist would start on the horizon, and slowly creep in. one whiff of that and you wouldn't get to see the next dawn. That wasn’t the worst part, it’s what came with it. The Locolos. I don’t know what better way to describe them than all the stories that elder would tell us of dark shadows, demons and demigods rolled into one. Dark tuffs of fur lined their shoulders and continued down their back. Only to be met with a long scaly tail. The rest of their torso was also covered in the dark purple hue of their scales. Their elbows had long razor like blades protruding out of them. You definitely don’t want to be caught by one of those, they could cut you clean in half in a matter of seconds, talk about yikes. And to top it all off they have the Wonderful hand and feet dexterity of our close ape relatives. Isn’t that just great… Did I say they’re terrifying already? Good, because they are. They come in packs and they’ll either sniff you out or follow your warmth. At first I tried to burn different herbs from our smudges to deter their evil spirits. The heat only brought them closer.
By Sammy5 years ago in Fiction
Hello, My Name Is
In my thirty-odd years on this Earth, I can't recall a time that I've ever sustained a major injury. No broken bones, no chipped teeth, not even a sprained ankle to speak of; in that regard, I suppose I’ve been lucky. At the same time, it seems unfair that my first true encounter with pain should come in the form of complete bodily annihilation. In truth, I don’t know what caused it. One moment, I was standing in line at the bank, the next, I found myself a crooked and swollen pile of jutting bones and twisted limbs. I think I’m missing a few of them, even, but I can’t be sure. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to feel anything but my chest filling with a warm liquid that I can only imagine isn’t supposed to be there. I’m surprised that I even managed to regain consciousness. I know it won’t last.
By Alexander Forston5 years ago in Fiction
The Sanctuary Up North
“Wakey wakey,” a creepy, child-like voice said. Paul was lying in a bedroom. Well, he was lying in a bed which happened to be in a room. The metal walls were covered in dried blood and lit by dull, ominous torchlight. He tried to move in a sudden panic, but his wrists and ankles were tied down.
By David Meyer5 years ago in Fiction
1/2 + 1/2 = 1
There was a great whir, a great howl, followed by a great bang, and the house around me came crashing down. That was how I thought the world would end.
By Bethy Parr5 years ago in Fiction
Apocalypse Cop
January 12th, 2030, I am writing this letter to human resources, explaining the circumstances of my absence during the new year. My holiday vacation to the Caribbean’s was phenomenal and all my vacation plans went accordingly. It wasn’t until I had to leave where things became… complicated.
By Maddogg5 years ago in Fiction
From the Source of our Soul
Amun’s fingers clawed on the sandy floor. The laborer’s bare feet scrambled against stone as he tried to haul himself over the edge of the pit. Below him the inky chasm shimmered as it slowly filled with boiling tar—the latest trap threatening to claim his life and leave him entombed in this place along with the rest of his cohort.
By Alexander Eby5 years ago in Fiction