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Lampago Part I
In a spartan, yet squalid living room of a spartan, yet squalid apartment, a cat poked its head through a gap in the cardboard-sealed window. It oozed onto the filthy yet barren floor, silently skittered towards a duct-tape upholstered couch, and leaped up onto it. The liquid animal seeped in between duct-taped cushions, and disappeared. Behind that miserable, tape-mummified couch in that miserable living room was a door leading to a miserably small bedroom.
By Stanton Fink8 years ago in Horror
The Worst Days of My Life
Day One: The Note Once a year on the cool, dark, and early morning of September, Alyssa would stand there listen to the wind whistling in her ear. Today was the anniversary of the death of her parents, it's been six years since she had last seen and spoke to them. Ever since she was ten, she lived with her grandparents. Her grandfather, who fought in the war, and her grandmother, who was a nurse during the war. Over the years she had lived with them, on top of the hill, in the mountains. She learned things like combat moves and how to make medicines and herbs.
By Breanna Caldwell8 years ago in Horror
The Long Way Home
I turn slowly to look around the tree trunk in the hopes to catch a glimpse of what it is. Also to see where exactly it's looking. In the event I need to make an escape, I know where not to run. My hand starts to shake a bit. My nerves are trying to get the best of me. Trying to, ever so slightly, move as to not give away my position to this thing. Eyes wide open, I finally see the creature making the noise.
By Melissa Ann Wright8 years ago in Horror
The Highway
The cold was intense. The rain fell with a brutal force against the dark, slick highway that didn’t contain many street lamps. A dark-skinned girl—petite and strong—walked along the highway. Her clothes were soaked with blood and rain, and shredded as if she’d been mauled by something with large claws. The speed that she moved could be compared to that of a snail or turtle. Through the bullets of rain, an old yellow light shone brightly from behind her, making her curvy, shadowy silhouette a moving shadow as it approached fast.
By Kris Walker8 years ago in Horror
Pilgrimage of the Wasteland
A man awoke in a dizzying haze on a hard, chalky, bleached white, ground and saw everything in a bright blur before his vision came back. He felt the hot sun beating down on him which was the only thing he could see that was wholly familiar. Everywhere else he looked was nothing but a vast rolling landscape of white that reflected the brightly burning light of the sun into his eyes.
By Elijah Trouba8 years ago in Horror
Go Vegan
As a child I was always given meat. I had no control of what I would eat. My father would always have his steak on a Saturday, Mother would cook it in the frying pan for him and fill up the house with the smell. Years went by meat, meat, meat. Now in my second year of college, I met a girl. She was a Vegan; she hadn’t ever eaten meat or anything that had come from an animal. She loved all creatures, even bugs. What surprised me most was she was a fan of wasps. No one is a fan of wasps. This should have been the first sign that she was odd. She would tell me as we studied how meat was murder and how the smell of cooked meat made her sick to the stomach. Meat had never bothered me. I loved the smell of cooked bacon. The joys of getting a kebab from the take away after a night out from college was the best way to end the night.
By Lawrence Walters8 years ago in Horror
'The Walking Dead': Who Will Inherit Carl's Comic Book Storyline?
Fans of The Walking Dead received a shock in Season 8's mid-season finale, "How It's Gotta Be," when it was revealed that Carl Grimes, the son of series protagonist Rick Grimes, had been bitten in the torso by a Walker. Some fans are clinging to the hope that Carl will miraculously survive, it doesn't look good. A bite in the area that Carl's is has always been a death sentence.
By Kristy Anderson8 years ago in Horror
