Horror

Billy and Bosco
Every night, my Dad was in charge of putting me to bed. He would help me brush my teeth and then would tuck me into my nice, warm bed. Then he would tell me a story. Every night, it was the same story. ‘The Story of Bosco and Billy’. I had lots of books in my room, as my Mother would read to me throughout the day, but Dad would never read any of those books, he would always tell me the same story. I always assumed that either, the story had come from a book, but my Father had told it so many times that he didn’t need to read from the book anymore, or that it was a story he was told as a child.
By Luke Pudney 5 years ago in Fiction
Food for Thought
November 2nd, 2222 Today is the beginning of the end. We’ve been waiting so long for this. My nerves make me want to run away into the forest and never return but there are too many lives in my hand. I know my conscious wouldn’t let me live with that. I feel the rough bark on the branch I’m sitting on and look out over the city that is bustling a few miles away, just beneath my feet.
By Caitlyn Hemphill5 years ago in Fiction
Infected Ties
The summer’s heat whips at Mateo and he feels his breath shortening and his throat tighten out of dryness; but he can’t stop running. He can hear their footsteps clambering behind him. That’s the issue with these infected folks, they can turn out all sorts of ways once the parasite has taken over their vital organs; most importantly their brain. They can either enhance the traits of their hosts or completely change them. The two following behind him must have taken over hosts who were track stars or seriously mutated their muscles and lungs, because they have been steadily following him at a sprint for what feels like forever.
By Jade Wiglesworth5 years ago in Fiction
Long Time Traveler
My hand encapsulates the gold locket dangling from my neck as I take in a slow measured breath then continue. The low-hanging vines from the willow trees lining the edge of the forest conceal me just enough to stay entirely out of sight. Beside me, Lena, my adopted mutt I picked up along the way, sneaks as quietly as I do over the dead leaves and garbage littering the dirt. My eyes train on the bodies moving listlessly through the desolate street ahead.
By Arielle Irvine5 years ago in Fiction
The Divine
Everybody dies. The rich, the poor, the prude, the wild, our loved ones and our enemies. Nature does not discriminate one holy man to that of which appears to have clawed its way out from the fiery pits of hell.
By Jesenia De La Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
Black Blisters
“There’s one thing that never seems to change no matter how grim the world becomes. No matter how dark the days are, the sun will still rise and mark a new dawn. The circle of life will always continue - you may not be able to see it, but it will. ”
By Gus verb5 years ago in Fiction
A Thin Red Line
“Come, come,” the man in soiled surgical scrubs said as he motioned Eve to follow him into the operating room. Eve could see dirt or dried blood beneath his fingernails. She shivered, looking quickly at the two other girls and one boy sitting on makeshift chairs in the waiting room, and like her, gas masks securely fastened to each face.
By David R Bishop5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Sick
My legs, warm and slightly pinker than normal from the July sun, were sprawled out before me in the sand. It was a pleasant sand, much unlike the bayou mud I’d grown accustomed to in my many trips to Galveston. These tiny pearls of glass shook off easily as I stood up to go grab another bottle of sugar-free fruity vodka masquerading as a bottle of water. Despite smuggling enough liquor here to make a Kennedy blush, I was at least trying to avoid breaking the rule about glass bottles at this beach.
By Elizabeth London5 years ago in Fiction
When Death Forgets You
This story begins with my death. Don’t worry, I won’t ruin anything else for you, but I figured I’d be upfront. This isn’t the Sixth Sense and I’m not trying to surprise you. Well, maybe a bit. Shock factor is everything nowadays.
By Erica Chase5 years ago in Fiction
Thicker Than Blood
Jefferson Avenue erupted with a cacophony of voices. The wide street brimmed with bodies fueled by passion and rage. Chaos ensued, the likes of which the city of Detroit had not seen since the riots of the late sixties. A century later, the once lively city descended into disarray. Amidst an eroding ozone layer and rising sea levels, humanity held its many negligent politicians accountable. In lieu of government and law, factions and tribalism arose.
By Nellos5 years ago in Fiction
Buckley
Buck sat on the edge of the bank alongside the runoff ditch. Her head bobbed like the bottle of Orange Fanta floating down what some folks called, “The River.” She’d been awake for days. Adjacent to her was the oversized plastic cooler with the precious contents she was guarding. The crinkling of a bag snagged by a metal hanger jolted her awake. She scanned the ditch for the source then, satisfied that there was no immediate danger, turned her attention back to the cooler.
By Danielle Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Blue Skies
Ian looked up at the sky and wondered anything and everything that crossed his mind. His mind was a buzz with questions and possibilities that seemed so far away. He laid back on the gravel road and just stared at the cloudy sky. As long as he could remember the clouds were usually thick and billowy with various shades of gray. Today there were signs of breaks and they appeared thinner in spots. Then he saw it. The briefest of moments it was there. Blue sky. His eyes widened and he barely noticed his mouth dropped as he stared at the blue in a sea of gray.
By Derrick Billups 5 years ago in Fiction