Horror
The Sadens
On a random Tuesday morning, the sun shines and the flowers bloom. I look around, breathing the fresh air, as I step outside. I guide my way down the long, heavily guarded staircase hoping to have an uneventful breakfast. Much to my dismay, a masked guard followed me into the cafeteria. I start moving faster, trying to sit at a dusty wooden table and grab anything, before the shadow of the guard covers my plate. I am forced to eat a dull muffin for my morning meal. I take my time nibbling on the corners from the plain quick bread. The nosy guard stands above me, watching my every move, thinking me to be untrustworthy. I try my best to ignore his bulky body, but his presence is undeniable. I look at him in his fearless brown eyes with detest.
By Rita Otkupman5 years ago in Fiction
Tinyente Gimo’s Story
During blackouts, our elders would tell us scary stories, and this one is unforgettable for me. A long time ago, a high school girl got invited by her friend, Tinyente Gimo’s daughter, to attend a festival in her hometown in the Visayas region of the Philippines. We don’t know their names. We don’t need to know their names for this story either.
By Rhea Jade Sholtis5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Disaster
After the last bomb fell, the remnants of humanity crawled out of the rubble to begin a new life. Burns, growths, birth defects, and early death due to radiation poisoning became accepted as part of the struggle to survive. The government leaders were gone, presumed to be hidden in an underground bunker. The military had deserted the irradiated areas, leaving behind the poor and homeless who had not been evacuated.
By TERRY DORTCH5 years ago in Fiction
Desolation of Time
The pain pierced scream cut off in a gurgle somewhere out in the darkness. “Matthias”, his brain whispered as he rocked frenetically in his hiding place. That same brain was working slowly, slowly to withdraw from reality; to distance itself from the actuality that this was to be his final day of breath. Only Jamie’s locket, held tightly clenched in an icy hand, anchored him where he was.
By J. Michael Gorday5 years ago in Fiction
Trapped With A Monster
"I'm sorry." he mumbled with a soft raspy voice, "How'd it end up this bad?" he flipped to his back, and stared at the cracks on the ceiling. Reminiscing moments without aching sore pain. "God, please kill me. I deser..." Clenching his bloody broken fist. With a thin silver chain wrapped around. And hanging on was a small heart-shaped locket.
By Chris p dub5 years ago in Fiction
A Heart Shape Locket
The locket had meant many things to Jared, but first and foremost it had been a promise to Gwen to survive. The events of that day still haunted him, and although he no longer had the nightmares, he will always struggle with how they were abandoned to fend for themselves. By the authorities, by their friends, they were forced to defend themselves against roving packs of zombies and looters alike, all because they did not want to leave their home to fate or allow it to be destroyed. How naive he had been, if he had known what was to come, leaving as a group to form a new community or to try and keep up with the retreating military did not seem like such an awful idea now, but that was one of the many, sometimes painful, lessons Jared had learnt over the years. What he had seen and been forced to do to survive had twisted him and made him bitter. The people he had lost and the betrayals over the years all weighed heavy on Jared, but the one thing that kept him going was his promise to Gwen as she lay dying in his arms had become his sole purpose.
By Duncan Ainsworth5 years ago in Fiction
