The creature stood in the red sun light on ten segmented legs. It had many natures and for each nature it had a name. It was troubled often on who or what it was because it could not make up its mind as to what it was much less who. Jagged cold mountains pierced a black sky. A faint red sun cast ill, evil lurking shadows across blue lit plains and valleys....
The smell of a dead mouse and a dead rat is the same. The rat is bigger so the smell lingers longer as the body mortifies. The smell of dead critter was in the boat shop. Most people when entering the shop would comment on the woody smell. The reason is we heat with wood, plus the added attraction we have wood products everywhere. An industrial orange Woodmi...
It took him a moment to recognize what had disturbed him. It was the sound of his name being called. Soft, like a whisper. "Ted." He blinked and looked around the darkened room. It was just another hotel room, in another town he had been called to for work. Nothing special. But the voice came again. "Ted." Who could it be? Except for his boss and cowork...
The young man, brow furrowed and glasses perched low, bent over the table. His scalpel gleamed in the low light as he sliced through flesh and sinew. A thick tube was twisted with some force into the opening he created, allowing a dark viscous fluid to ooze toward the drain. Mr. Walker didn't move, but that was expected. Corpses tend not to do that. He turn...
The world fell forward and, with a gasp, I tumbled into cold and hate. My body curled up on the ground and I shuddered convulsively, my mind buzzing and sparking and flashing. My eyes couldn't – didn't – work, and I breathed in shallow, fast gasps. Slowly, the sensations of dislocation faded and I became aware that I was laying on a grille, with enough space...
Inside Kyle could see several rows of what must have served the function of seats for the builders of the shuttle and each of them was still occupied by a body of an alien. He could easily see the occupants of the shuttle were nothing like humans and he could also see that they were all dead. The occupants of the shuttle were all dead and they appeared to ha...
My name is Roseanne I'm the average normal looking person and about a week ago. I was told I about to die don't ask me why or how? I was in a car crash I had been banged up so bad that the piece of metal stuck right near my heart. Scary that at any time it can end my life on this plane. I have had boyfriends in the past but I had been single for three years...
Disclaimer: I don't own Dead Island. This is a purely non-canon story for your amusement. Banoi was anything but paradise. With the undead spreading like wildfire on the beautiful nightmare island, death was becoming too common. Survivor Xian Mei knows this all too well. Having been transferred as a spy in Banoi from her bullshit agency in Hong Kong, Xian...
It's been some time since I posted a story here. Life got in the way. I have a few more in the pipeline. Hope you enjoy them. Many of us have said it, but what if ... Ragnarök By Judogeezer Desolation everywhere...but not what he expected. Every end-of-the-world movie he'd ever seen had the same scenes; deserted streets with dust and scraps of paper...
Fall of Lady Shimizu Rise of Susie Yoshida I. The Ninja raises Nikita Sokolov entered the warehouse closing the steel door behind her. The warehouse was dimly lit for the early morning hours, its contents of boxes and crates reflected the yellow dullness of the dim lights. Nikita looked out of place from the dusty and dimly lit atmosphere of the surroundi...