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A short, bleak story about the end of the world and those who inhabit it.
Short Story | Updated Aug 20, 2014 | Reads: 47 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short story about a character from another book I'm writing, that was the original protagonist, but I eventually decided against it. I hope you enjoy it.
By Emera Kat
This is what I personally experienced on March 11th, 2011, on a couch, in the living room, with an ice cream in my hand.
By Rubianne Wood
A meteorite hits and devastates a small town in Nebraska. Jessie Mayfield, the town matriarch, bands the few survivors together to begin rebuilding their lives. The meteor dust left begins to have some horrifying and wondrous side-affects.
By Jack Goodwin
Had a an odd burst of inspiration and decided to write some part of a story. 2 hours later I feel quite pleased with myself. Not for the faint-hearted. Just an opening to a potential novel.
Short Story | Updated Aug 6, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Dan Fritzmann
Our future... How do you imagine it? Is it safe? At least... is it... life?
I'm not saying the end is near but you can't look around and tell yourself that there isn't a cause for worry.
Essay | Updated Jun 27, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
How do you expect to love someone when you have the tiniest bit of doubt that they love you back? How it is even remotely possible to give your everything to someone who pushes you to the ground and stomps on your heart multiple times, over and over and over again? Carina Hunter knows it all too...
The first installment of a survival horror short featuring an alcoholic metal-head as they use stealth and quick wits to survive an unfolding zombie outbreak.
Dimi Talbot had no idea that going on a school field trip could be so dangerous. When he manages to get stuck in the middle of a situation where he's the deciding piece in the Earth's fate... well... There's a reason his name means Destruction.
Sometimes relationships are painful
The crumbling tunnels of an old society are all that I have, as I remember the old, and make way for the new.
I just had a bad day, and I'm scared to reach my limit on concussions.
Poetry | Updated Apr 9, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
For those of you who know what I'm talking about - You're never alone.
The sole survivor of an unknown event that wiped out humanity searches for other survivors.