Horror
Room 408
Room 408 Mark D. Makinson The rain lightly pattered on the metal roof of the shelter. Gabriel sat on a rusted picnic table, looking out into the playground. The playground that once was a beacon of joy for so many children had now returned to nature. The slide that once shined brightly as the centerpiece of the yard was beginning to deteriorate from rust. The swings that once guided gleeful children towards heaven were now broken or hanging on by solitary chains. Gabriel looked past the playground into the crumbling skyline of the city, his city. Gabriel had not laid eyes on his home in more than four years.
By Mark D Makinson5 years ago in Fiction
We create our own hell.
I slowly awakened by the sunset's soft light coming in through the windows and the sound of ghastly grunts fading farther and farther away. Blinking a few times to allow my eyes to adjust to the surrounding, I lay on the blankets I stacked on top of one another to mimic a bed. Mattress' makes too much noise, and I'm not a still sleeper, constantly tossing and turning while asleep. After fifteen minutes, the grunts were finally gone; I decided to get up and find some food before packing everything up and moving to a new place. It's been three years since the world's governments attempted to take total control of everyone and sent rockets into space filled with nukes into the sun. Amazingly, the sun did not explode or react the way they hoped; nope, it was worse. The sun stayed shining but instead began sending nuclear fallout all over Earth.
By Adriana Perez 5 years ago in Fiction
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
