I went for a walk in the park and stood beside a giant tree. That night, I stayed up and watched 'Vampire High' At 2:00 in the morning the ending bit of the stroy jumped into my head, fully formed and demanded that I write it down. And the rest, as they say, is history.
Post-apocalyptic. Dark, depressing- and hopeful, all mixed together.
This story is set in the late, great Amanda M. Howard's 'Apocalypse Moon' universe and is posted here with her kind permission. I wrote it partly as an homage and partly because its such an awesome story that I wanted (greedily) to be a part of it. Comments encouraged.
I wrote this while really, really, really depressed. It's not biographic in any way. Actually; I don't hope for the world to end, but if it's going to: I want to be there to see it.
A couple of stories I wrote a few days ago. I tried to put in a subtle hint of horror, and I hope I succeeded, please comment!!
I was riffling around my computer and found this... really, I don't even know what the inspiration was. I think it was this picture I saw on Elfwood long ago, a scratchboard angel that was done very well, with a ton of black behind her... the whole image had a miasma of... well, end of the world, I guess. And I thought this up. It's not finished, I'm not sure if it ever will be... but yeah.
It's just the beginning... and normally I wouldn't but something this unfinished up here (At least the Guardians Prologue is a whole section.) but I'm looking for some feedback to see if this is in anyway understandable. This story takes place in the same world as a manga I'm working on with a friend- a solar system in which the sun has shrunk and the Earth is dead, and the remanents of humanity hide away inside 'ARKS', which are part of the orbital ring mentioned here.... Anyway..... Yes, The main character is female, and yes, she is 1500 years old.
Being rather fond of horses, I have always been interested in the horses of the Four Horsmen of the Apocalypse. OK, I'm weird - so what? :) Anyway, read it, and tell me what you think.
It has been many hundreds of years since humans last set foot on land. Now humanity is little more than a memory, for what was once human no longer exits. Through genetic manipulation and centuries of evolution humans have evolved to survive beneath the waves. But the last hive mother is dying and with her so shall the remnants of post-humankind, unless one man can find the Last City, a mysterious place of 300 year old legend.
This story was inspired by the start of an In Nomine game that I participated in once, but the end of this story is much more final. This has been edited based n comments made on it. Thanks!
What would it be like to be the last person alive? Random thoughts turn into a short story...think I threw enough apocalyptic things at a time in there?
I'm probably going to cop some religious backlash on this, but I assure you, this is meant in the most non-offensive way I can think of (with my limited cranial capacity). I'm tolerant of all religions, I just thought it would be a fun story to write about, and I was right =D. Hope you like it, and find all the hidden messages! Huzzah. For those either too wasted or too impatient to look, pay attention to the chapter headings, and surely, this is NOT a linear sequence.
Part Two of an experiment in horror and comedy.
This is a short story that leads to the future of the world of my stories, Druin. The Apocalypse has come and gone, and all magic has been lost, or so it is believed. For more details on Druin's(now known as 'Earth' to the humans) future, read the description on my drawing, 'Crystal Nova', at my Art profile.
Follows after the fashion of Empyreal Light and Fanged Kiss. It's shorter though.
An alternate history of a fictional future in which, after a nuclear holocaust, society becomes dominated by a corrupt parody of the Catholic Church.