Horror

Bitter Almonds
Across America long dormant televisions and radios sputter to life as Washington makes their final transmission to the people and soldiers still fighting.
By M R Britton5 years ago in Fiction
The Fox Hunter
Every night, at exactly ten o’clock her consultation with the moon began. Without fail. At exactly ten o’clock, her face was illuminated with a glowing satin, as the shafts of moonlight extended their fingers from the cracks in her blinds. Slowly, they traced across her like a mournful searchlight, before disappearing again and again. Night after night.
By Bianca Pole5 years ago in Fiction
Would you like to see my locket?
Look at her! Look how beautiful she is, shining in the candlelight like that. I just got her back, you see. Oh, that shitty, sneaky little thief thought he could get away with stealing her from me, but he was dead wrong. Dead wrong.
By Thaddeus James5 years ago in Fiction
Number 203
Keep your head down and don't make a sound. There are eyes and ears everywhere. Eyes from the indestructible security cameras swiveling upon whitewashed walls, ears from the tiny microphones embedded in every slave collar clasped around our bare throats. There is no such thing as privacy anymore, not since the incident of 2095—Callagan's Rebellion, led by Reese Callagan, an immoral anarchist who set the White House aflame, opened fire in the Senate, and threw the whole country into chaos.
By Netti5 years ago in Fiction
Desolate Salvation
This place is a wasteland, a world once thriving driven to destruction by a war no one thought they'd win. No matter where you look, everything is charred and dusty. What little remains of the architecture is dross, it's completely unrecognizable. The scene is vast and unchanging.
By Functional on a Whim5 years ago in Fiction
Sarah's Escape
Blood obscured Sarah’s vision as she ran through the forest, she tried to wipe it away, to see where she was running, but it just kept flowing from the gash across her forehead. She ran, and ran, and ran, the tree limbs she pushed through only caused more bleeding on her arms and her cheeks. She could feel her fist, clenched around her mother’s heart-shaped locket, filling with blood. She could barely breathe, barely run anymore, but she had to.
By Michael Bivens5 years ago in Fiction
Dystopia, He survived
"So how is school going? No teachers notes your hiding? Or plans to hire a parent for any conferences I dont know about?" She asked her daughter with a half cocked smile.
By Becky Mari Encinas5 years ago in Fiction
Movie Night
After far too long, finally our favorite weekend ritual was back up and running—the local movie theater. During the pandemic while the public was snuggling up on the couch and watching their favorite movies while sheltering in place, the movie theater in town was revamped. New look, new carpets, new snack bar, and (finally) new reclining seats. Needless to say Jake and I couldn’t be more pumped to get there for the midnight showing of “Galaxy Trooper”.
By Gabriella Desiree5 years ago in Fiction
Irregularity
Eve’s heart is filled with venom. Her expression is blank, of course, clean and empty. The eyes, however. The eyes give it away. Her eyes are welling and spilling with the depth of hatred only known by the valiant adversaries of irregularity.
By Freya Kelly5 years ago in Fiction
Hide and Seek
The night had started out like any other weeknight. Lying in bed with the light off and the night light on, waiting for the peace of sleep. Which is why I was so curious when I heard the giggle of another child. It was strange, there wasnt supposed to be any other kids nearby and to my knowledge the neighbors didnt have any. So when the window gave off a clear-as-day giggle, I didnt bother to roll over to look.
By Honey Lea5 years ago in Fiction
The RedLight End
Waking up from my stomach growls, I begin to panic from the loud sound coming from outside of the window. I scramble, looking for my locket. This locket is unique to me, heart-shaped with an engraving that says “I will always love you” The special locket is a gift from my mom, who received it from her mom. It’s the only thing I have left in this horrible place.
By Trina Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
Tainted
CRASH! A loud glass-breaking noise erupts from the second floor. I’m not up there, and no one else but my younger sixteen-year-old sister is here. We've been alone since the Tainted started to appear and drag people to their graves only to have them resurface as the Bleached.
By Bella Anne5 years ago in Fiction