2369A hideous wail cut through the minds of the soldiers, jarring them into action. The lookout stuck his head above the mound of soil and bodies, a bunker of cadavers thrown together by desperate men seeking refuge from a frail but deadly foe. A wave of the ghasts, suspended in the air by invisible wires, steadily drifted toward them. Several of these packs groups of twenty or more undead - followed and merged into a translucent blur dispersing far and wide beyond the Dark horizon like oil paint blended with pitch, smudged across a bloodstained page.
"They're here!" called the lookout to his superior and ducked below the bunker once more.
The sergeant shuffled toward the power generator and followed the output wire to its frayed end. Ensuring the generator was switched off; he pulled the wire toward the device in the center of the circle of men. A tall antenna extended from a tripod, fine branches of obsidian jutting out and upward from a tall conical mast which was thin at the bas
MinionI remember the time exactly. 3:33. AM, that is. Half past three in the morning. I awoke, shivering and my breath coiled above me, a ghostly claw in the air reaching for the ceiling. Of course, this shouldn't have been possible in the middle of summer and I did question the plausibility of a sudden drop in temperature as I sat up and looked around. Normally, I'd go back to sleep but something was...off. I don't know. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time.
So yeah, I sat up. You've probably guessed by now that there was somebody else in my room, and the fact that my bedroom was a refrigerator explains that said somebody was in fact a ghost, a poltergeist, a spirit, a spectre, a phantom; whatever you want to call it. It was a dead person, a dead girl. My girlfriend was standing in my bedroom, dead.
I didn't know she was dead when I first looked at her, so I turned on my bedside lamp to make sure it was her and I could see right through her (although I could do that well enough while
3 amIt was 2:59 am before I finally turned in for the night. I had been reading by the fire until late, the low growl of the darkwood logs as they burned providing some background noise to help me concentrate on the manuscript. I usually read books swiftly but this one was taking me a few months and I only got a third of the way through.
The moment I began to hear the strange noises, I knew it was time to go to bed. Quickly, before the minute was up, I snuffed the candle and fled to my chamber. I threw myself into the bed and wrenched my eyes closed. The sounds were growing louder but I knew that if I fell asleep before it reached me, I would be safe. Nothing can hurt me in my sleep.
March heralded the event once a night for three consecutive nights, and on the second night I went to bed early. It was 12:33 am when I blew out my candle. Jackdaws cawed outside my open window caw, caw, caw. The constant bursts of noise making it difficult to drift into t
UrsulaBefore the operation, people would run from me. Screaming. Freak, they would shout. Weirdo. Monster. They were right, though. They always are. No smoke without fire, after all. My name is Ursula, and Im an eighteen year old girl. A couple years ago I wished I could just end it all, but my mother always told me that once I hit eighteen I could have the operation that would make me normal. Children are cruel; if youre slightly different they prove their superiority by beating you up, or playing cruel tricks. Imagine that amplified by a thousand, a life in which every day you wake up and wonder if its going to be the day youre murdered by an angry mob. I felt like a Frankensteins Monster, but this waking nightmare was a real issue I faced every day of my life.
The operation was a success, however. Cosmetic surgery to make me look normal. It wont last forever, Ill need to return to the clinic to get laser surgery and to make su
Quincy TeabagHello. I am Quincy Teabag. Im quite ordinary, I think. I cant really say that about myself, I suppose. I was sitting in my house the other day and I decided to go out for a walk. I dont go out walking very often, I like staying at home, but because it was sunny I put on my boots and went outside. Up the road theres this gate that goes into some woods, but Id never been into the woods before. I quite like animals so I went in there hoping to see something like a Dyr, or Foreseid. I like Foreseids because their fins are thin like paper, and they have pretty coloured hair on them. Their claws are really sharp, though.
I wandered into the woods and I got a little lost. Its really big in there and there are loads of Bark-spiders and those big things with the loads of legs that I forget the name of. I thought to myself that I should have tied a rope around my waist so I couldnt get too far from the gate. I havent got a very good sense of direct
Chapter IIIFew rays of light shone down through tree-claws to the ground where she lay. The bottom of the pit she had fallen into was damp and multi legged creatures scurried back into their dark holes as she stirred, a few of the braver ones attempting to feast on her cold flesh remained. She screamed, shooing away the necrophagous beasts tearing lumps from her lips and face, and sat upright in a daze.
She could not recall any event prior to her awakening and, confused, began climbing her way out of the hole like a centipede brutally dismembered by a curious child. She lay at the mouth of the vertical cave and breathed heavily, desperately trying to remember her past and identity.
She staggered to the edge of the necrotic forest to find the remains of a building she no longer recognised. Hearing voices nearby, she drew back and lurked near the outer rim of the woods until she arrived at a battered wooden signpost bearing a single word, 'Fullhweol', the name of the undead city she had discovered.