Tag: Horror
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Haunted Wet Dreams – Series – Part 2 (of 4)
Content Warning: Horror, supernatural imagery, intense psychological tension, sexualized situations, blood and gore, and parental trauma. Reader discretion advised. “You want to know so badly.” A voice spoke in a soft, distance melody took me under, not to sleep but to another place, between reality and the cosmic ever after. A place like hell and…
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Haunted Wet Dreams – Series – Part 1 (of 4)
Content Warning: Horror, supernatural imagery, intense psychological tension, sexualized situations, blood and gore, and parental trauma. Reader discretion advised. Her home base looks ready for my baseball bat. Its solid, sheened thickness is aching to pound her diamond plate. Itching to slip into her glove. I grip my pole and get ready for the pitch.…
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Red Tiger – Short Story
A shrill voice echoed in the mist. The beast had come, like it had so many times before. Windell saw the open-mouthed fear in the tribesmen and stayed eagerly behind them, clutching his Snider rifle as they pushed through the brush, thick jungle leaves over their heads. Leaning down he tried to see through the…
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Bugging Out – Short Story
It’s hard being alone all the time. Especially before the giant bugs, when most of the human population wasn’t dead, starving, or being eaten alive, when they only cared about their own lives and were indifferent to everyone else’s. Harry had initially bought the cabin to be away from people and hide out in the…
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Hate Grenades – Short Story
“The head is the hardest to crack. The skull is thick and can survive 500 pounds of pressure. But it’s the insides that are hardest to crack.” Sergeant Carrigan was issuing commands to the sound cannon on the roof of the armored van, typing on the console. Specialist Nichols edged forward and studied his input…
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Toxic Waste Mutant – Short Story
Garbage, toxic and poisonous, stretched as far as Sylis could see as the hover pod bounced up and down over the uneven terrain. He judged the landfill to be about thirty miles in every direction in this zone. This was the last contaminated zone they would have to visit tonight before the sun came up…
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Cafeteria Brain Worms – Short Story
“There’s no such thing as a recession. My dad says it’s made up.” Barry interrupted, his arms flailing so everyone in the cafeteria could see. “The school’s just trying to save money by using squirrel meat. Or maybe even human meat. Shoot, people are eating the cicadas for snacks…Eww, dude.” He lifted up his tray…
Karl Kirkpatrick 