Horror
Porcupine District
When I was a kid I used to read these comic books written by the guy who made “The Simpsons”. The strip was called “Life in Hell”, about Los Angeles in the 80s. The main character was a talking rabbit named Binky. He had a bastard son named Bongo, born out of “jungle passion”. I always liked that phrasing. Driving around town at sunset often made me feel the same way. All those pretty lights.
By Jack Boger5 years ago in Fiction
Lifeless Impetus
Another wave of pain washes on the shore of my psyche. I can only remember pain. The endless pit in that is my stomach echoes out another trumpeting grumble. All I can remember is hunger. Is that all? Is that what I am? Pain and hunger? No, I remember, I remember something else...
By David Brandy5 years ago in Fiction
When It's Useful
It's been six years now. Or roughly six years, considering no ones making any new calendars and it’s a bit difficult to keep track of time when the worlds ended and you're trying to survive. It’s been a long six years though. Long, hard, and painful six years.
By Hannah Coltson 5 years ago in Fiction
To Hell in a Handbasket
Edguardo looked down at the open heart-shaped locket covered in dirt, blood, and grime in his hand. There was a picture of his beautiful smiling wife’s face on one side, and his daughter and newborn son on the other. It had been six months and three days since he had last seen them. That day the world went to hell-in-a-handbasket, people went crazy. Throughout the streets people were running around attacking each other. They were not necessarily fighting, more of running around biting each other. Edguardo was looking down from the 30th floor of a high-rise window cleaning platform where he had been cleaning windows. He was watching as the world turned to chaos. His first thought was how do I to my family.
By Schad Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Night Skies too Distant for True Comfort
Being a human is a dream come true. Ariel couldn’t be happier among the humans and their cute quirks. The shaking hands upon greeting, the smell of logs on fire during colder nights, even their painful corsets have their own intrigue to them.
By Sasha Winner5 years ago in Fiction
LEX Files
The helicopter banked low skimming the tops of the trees at a demented pace. The carpet of green below was a blur and William’s acrophobia threatened to seize him. His partner, Ezra, sat with his wide-brimmed hat tipped low over his face, plain large features a picture of calm, eyes slit.
By Dustin Scott5 years ago in Fiction
Silent
I woke up and put my gold heart-locket around my neck as I normally do each morning. I sat up stretched and put my rob on. Something about this morning felt different! I clenched my gold heart-shaped locket as I always do when I think about the one who gave it to me. It was slient very silent, unusually silient! I was barefoot but heard every footstep I took on my concrete wood floors. I open my door and stood outside on my balcony to hear the birds chirping like I always do every Monday morning but I didn’t hear a single bird chirping not one bird chirp! I didnt see Anna and Erica riding their bicycle ringing their bells and hearing those beautiful laughters! While I hear grumpy old Man williams telling the girls to quiet down as he reads his newspaper while drinking his morning coffee. I can never see williams because a bunch of trees blocks my view but I always hear his grumpy shouts! Joey and his wife Casundra usually walks there dog midnight around this time. And anna and Eruca would blows there bicycle horns to hear midnight bark but it was completely silient! I didnt see or hear anyone! There was no dumbester truck beep! Why was it silent! Why didn’t i hear all the things i hear every monday morning! I clenched my gold heartshaped locket as I remember the person who gave it to me! I remember when I lost her! I couldn’t hear a word! It was slient! And she was gone! Just like that! I miss her so much! Everytime I think about her I clench my locket. I never heard from her again! After that night! And oddly this moment felt exactly like that time i lost my love! Like im the only one here! So i yell “ Anna! Erica! William! Joey! Cassaundra! Midnight! My Love!” No one replied! I clenched my gold heart shaped locket because It was just me and my locket in the silence again! I looked atlround and everything looked dead and dull! Still I haven’t heard or seen a bird! It was just me in completely emtyiness and silence! I clenched my locket even harder because i felt i had no one to call like before. I felt alone after my love disappeared but now this time i really am alone! Then i heard a loud ring! Almost like a doorbell but louder! And the sky slowly turned dark purple! And the ringing turned into one loud boom! And everything became silent again! The sky turned blue but now everything seemed more empty more silent! I saw a little girl who looked like Erica! But her eyes! One was white as light the other was dark as night! And she starred at me! She stared at me with out blinking! I wanted to yell Erica but it was like what it was sucking the life out of me ! I clenched my heart-shaped locket and suddenly iI was able to breathe again. And as i was catching myself the thang that resembled Erica disappeard! And i heard the ringing and the sky turned purple again! As im still standing on ky balcony clenching my locket i felt a very weird breeze! It was very hot at firts but slowly turnde icy cold! The sky turned a mooron color and it started to rain! But the raindrops were green! Then there was a boom and everything was back to normal! I finally heard the birds chirping and a saw a bird flying to his nest! I saw Erica and Anna riding their bikes! I heard Mr. Willians yelling at the gurls to be quiet while he reads his paper! I saw joey and his wife Cassaudra walking their dog midnight! And Emily and Anna rings their bell to get midnight to start burking and if course mr . Williams yells at everyone to pipe down! So i unclenced my hand from my locket and held on to the balcony bars and yelled out “Anna! Erica! Joey! Cassudra! Williams! Midnight!” But noone heard me! Noone looked at me! I was silient to them! I was silent just like they where silent to me! I heard the ring, than the sky turned purple and than boom! Silent
By Tiara Woods5 years ago in Fiction
Eye of the Beholder
She was a raucous cacophony of life. The bitter muse of god's demise and man's ascension to his broken throne. She was the wilted husk of humanities hubris, desolation branded on her very soul. She was haunted by the ghosts of lives so distant they could have been anyone's, even hers.
By Dean Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
Receiving Life
She didn’t remember anything from before. Only the cold, smooth touch of the chain around her neck, and the locket resting on her chest. At least that seemed familiar. Then she felt it. The soft compression of flesh as the ornament sunk into her pores, the chain binding itself around her spine, whilst the locket settled onto her thumping heart. It stretched itself over it, wrapping around the muscle, oozing over the outer reaches of the pulmonary artery and the aorta, until it settled, the organ now a white sheen. It beat as if it were her heart, until she could no longer distinguish the two.
By Jacob Pines5 years ago in Fiction
