Horror
The Owl and The Scaredy Cat
He’s a tall man, tousled brown hair and stern features. He’s dressed oddly considering the circumstances, a long sleeve white dress shirt that’s greying from repeated wear and has a slight tear in the upper left arm, the shirt is tucked into formal black dress trousers and covered by a beige waistcoat with a pair of cracked reading glasses tucked into the small pocket.
By Rhiannon Gustafson5 years ago in Fiction
Time for Sleep
As you quietly sit in the disturbingly bright white reception of the sleep centre, you can’t help but feel uncomfortable in this empty room with just you and the automated receptionist behind the desk. You think back to when you were younger and how this is reminiscent of when you used to go to the doctors with your mother. There was always that nice lady behind the desk greeting everyone with a smile, you can almost remember the smell of her perfume and how, at the time, it was pungently overwhelming but now it’s something of nostalgia to you.
By Tate Chennis-Colbran5 years ago in Fiction
Ending Persephone
It's dark. The wind carries the stench of sewage throughout the city. Will waits on the roof of what remains of the Wilshire Grand Center with his Barrett M82 sniper rifle. Although desolate and empty, he is captivated by the view of Los Angeles 1,000 feet in the air.
By Celina Johnston5 years ago in Fiction
Celebrate with Excerebration
Sarah was getting ready for a party; she had the radio on and was trying to decide which shoes to wear with her floor length gold sequin dress. She lived in student halls in oxford where she was studying philosophy. Her parents were so proud, “who would have thought it our little girl from Leicestershire going to oxford university.”
By Holly Hewitt5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dance
Before the Dance The form surveyed itself. The skin was a good match, and the collarbones rose near-perfect under the neck, like driftwood under seafoam. The hair was alright too, though the shorn ends burned a far fiercer gold than Cora’s had. And the eyes. They were too cold, too dark. Not at all lifelike.
By Maha Sarma5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Locket and the Tired Man
The sky is blanketed by ashen clouds, leaving the empty New York illuminated by the still functioning streetlamps. In a single apartment of a random apartment building, twelve floors above the ground, is a man lying on his bed, watching his ceiling through the darkness. He hopes silently to be able to sleep soon and leave this world behind for a few hours. His eyelids even began to droop when-
By Jack Brezler5 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Boys
“—As Captain Cody reaches the beginning of his greatest mission, finding and retrieving resources needed to thrive in today’s post-apocalyptic society, we can’t help but wonder will he be the first successful return? Stay with us while we go live, watching as space force readies for Friday’s launch. But first, which hydration fluid is best for you and your family? Stay tuned, the answers may surprise you.”
By Megan Gunn5 years ago in Fiction
