The Boy was at the age of rebellion. His parents tried to make life as normal as possible, but it was difficult three metres underground. They were awoken at 6 am by piped in bird song and a screen showing the LED rising sun. Dad began his critical work assembling hi-tech Geiger counters, used by The Global Cleanup Team. Mom checked the bunker for any leaks and then began the school day. ‘Bullshit,’ The Boy said, looking at the day’s lesson plan. 'I’d rather take my chances outside.’ His little sister, sitting at the desk beside him, covered her ears. ‘Let me remind you of life above ground ..read more

I knew where they lived. I had nearly entered their house the last time I went with her. But I was late, very late—however, this time, I wouldn’t be. Their house was 2 streets away, round the corner. It stood next to where the plump, old lady with skin as pink as cherry blossoms, usually sat with her display of fried pakoras. Pedestrians often flocked there. So I might make a stop, but later. I couldn’t afford to be distracted now. It was time for revenge. And for that, I had to cross the busy, hustling street, which at that moment seemed like a never-ending ocean, roaring in a merciless stor ..read more

Into the midday clear blue skies an angel will rise from the west, to shepherd the children of mankind; To the gates of paradise. A kingdom where no sorrow is ever allowed to exist. A distant land unafflicted by misfortune or disease. Such is the ancient wonder concealed between four rivers where the pleasures are as numerous as the specs of dust carrying upon the scorching desert winds. In these hanging gardens our restless souls will spend countless eons serenaded by the lullaby of everlasting calm, until the cataclysm returns from the interstellar void To reclaim the universe. Sunrise! Nig ..read more

The thing was a pulsating pulpy mass of greyish tissue sealed within a silvery translucent membrane. It slid across the floor on a trail of slime, blinking it's thousand eyes at random intervals. Oh, those hideous eyes! They grew from stalks atop the thing's body, similar to those of a common garden slug. Yet, each stalk had it's own set of smaller stalks growing along it, and each of those smaller stalks had still smaller stalks in a similar fashion, with more, even smaller stalks, and all studded with eyes at every terminus. The eyestalks waved and undulated, glistening with slime, in a nau ..read more

There was a dark alleyway and there was a figure.2 but one was being dragged and the other was dragging it.Then all of a sudden there was a foul pungent smell around the air as the figure got closer and closer.Then I accidentally knocked over a glass bottle which startled the man so I quickly called 999 so they didn’t get away without an answer.I told them a man was being very inconspicuous by dragging something or someone.At that moment I looked in the alleyway and the figure had gone so I slowly stepped back from the alleyway and bumped into something.Before I did anything he took my phone ..read more

I always avoided looking into people's eyes. I'm not sure why—it just made me uncomfortable. But after the outbreak, I had a reason to keep my gaze down. It started subtly. News reports trickled in about a strange virus that seemed to spread through eye contact. Look someone in the eyes, and you might catch it. The symptoms were straight out of a ghost story. First, you'd disappear from mirrors, then photos, and eventually, from the eyes of those around you. We called them the "Reflectionless." I remember laughing it off at first. It sounded like a bad movie plot. But then, my neighbor, Mr. T ..read more

The gateway. Dream inspired. My roommate is playing music loud it's 12am..he comes bursting through my door with 2 girls giggling and strange vibes my roommate leaves with 1 girl .the other stays In a bed that's never been in the room beforehand. She just lays there motivationless I pay no mind. I get erect and a lull is cast on me and I walk to her tiny bed of hay and smells of ash. She leaps at me and lurks her toungue Inside my mouth like a rabid whore. She's hot , her skin too. I haven't touched a women in years , my hands violently enter her and she's moaning something evil . I'm so turn ..read more

Life wasn’t perfect, but it was close. Until I got home one night and instead of my wife curled up on the couch with a book, Christa was sitting at the kitchen table, crying. I rushed to her side but she shoved me away. I was still attempting to make sense of the situation when my wife stormed off. The next morning she confronted me with a letter she received, saying I’d been having an affair. I was shocked. It was not true, I promised Christa I was faithful to her. she seemed to believe me. When Christa went missing, I was the one who reported it to the police. When they hauled me in for hol ..read more

The face staring back at me throught the window is not hers, for she is gone. 10 years in her grave. The pale but piercing eyes fill me with dread and horror, but also longing. I truly miss her. I feel the cool night air envelope me as the window panes shatter. Distantly, I feel the pain my body experiences as I am dragged through. These sensations do not matter. Finally, I can be with her again. submitted by /u/Starkillrprime [visit reddit] [comments ..read more

In an accomplished and beautiful city at the pinnacle of aesthetic marvels among its region, the rain peppered the roads and pavement, pooling up on the sidewalks of its main street. From afar, the consistency of the pelting droplets gave the effect of simmering in the excess puddles that splotched the city streets. A gradient of whites, yellows and oranges reflected off the slick wet asphalt from the tinge of the bright artificial street lights above. Coaxed and carried by the formation of urban runoff streams along the curb, the accumulation of the exfoliated flaking of outer skin from the ..read more