Horror
Forget About Me
Duval Street oozed with revelers celebrating the end of days. The past week like no other. Air quality decreased because of nearby infernos. Much of the region reduced to rubble and chaos by a massive upheaval, but that didn’t stop the party. Amid the haze, neon lights from the bars and clubs glowed along the thoroughfare.
By Ryan Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Locket of Life, Locket of Death
Driving north on Highway 99, two miles out of Monroe, Jack’s ATV suddenly began bucking and groaning, black smoke rolling heavily from the exhaust. It was nearly dusk, and he knew the undead would become more active. The last place he wanted to be was in the open, where he would be especially vulnerable to attack by the living or the dead. He gunned the throttle one final time and silently prayed. He rolled into town, coasting to a halt in front of a large brick home at the end of a cul-de-sac; a final death rattle emitting from the Polaris.
By Billy Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
The Backpack
Cody Stevens had on his favorite dinosaur backpack as he waited for the bus on the first day of kindergarten, but he would never see his family again. Despite barely sleeping the night before the red-headed lad was bubbling with excitement as he raced in circles around his mother and the other parents at the school bus stop. His best friends Thad and Danny were also buzzing around like little bees with nowhere to land. They were identical twins and more than a handful for the entire neighborhood.
By Karen Bouknight5 years ago in Fiction
The Long Sleep of Harold Brown
Harold Brown couldn’t sleep. He could never sleep. Year after year he struggled but sleep refused to come. He had tried all of the conventional treatments; soothing music, counting sheep, self-hypnosis, drugs. All proved futile. He had visited every sleep clinic and sleep researcher in the world and still he found no relief. “It’s all in your mind” the therapists told him. “Just relax, breathe deep, think calming thoughts, and sleep will come,” but it never did.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Fiction
Greg
"Ahhhh!!!!, Ruuun, Kill It!!!". If you repeat this over a billion times, then you will know what it is like to be me. Who am I? I am glad you asked. Not many people do…all I hear is either "Ahhh!, Ruun!", or "kill it". Sometimes separately but most of the time it is all three at once…..Sigh, oh yes, me.
By Joshua Boville5 years ago in Fiction
Water Is Life
Water Is Life by Joan Medina © 6/29/2021 In the time of pandemic everything became clear. A puzzling array of circumstance rearranged itself into organized chapters within my mind. And once this dawning rose upon the horizon of my thoughts, it became easier to sort through the shadows of memory and recall events previously lost.
By Joan Medina5 years ago in Fiction
