Almost There

The journey had been hard and long, and the bridge finally stood before him. Long, winding. Unsafe. The wond howled around the rocks, and the shadows were already grown long.

He had come too late.

ON the top of the rocks on the other side a dark figure observed him attently. He didn’t care anymore. He had come too far to care, he had gone too far not to act. His house, his family. They were all gone anyway.

He took a step out on the bridge. The bridge he had walked so many times before, so long ago. It was the same bridge, but it sounded different. He walked on…

Plastic Fantastic

-Oh my God, what is that?

-It’s coming this way!

-Run! Run for your lives!

She viewed out on the creatures who had created what she had become.

Rooooaaaaarrrr!!!

People fled in panic, away from the mass coming up from the sea. A polar bear condemned into exile, fused with all kinds of artificial waste. A radioactive plastic monster.

Andrew froze, unable to believe his eyes. He had known ever since his teenage years there would be consequences of mankind’s destruction, and now he was staring it in the eyes. A barrel knocked him down. Plastic bags stuck to his face, around his arms and body…

Escape

-Get him! Get the bastard!

He ran up the hills, but the men were coming closer. He needed to reach the lake. They wouldn’t follow him into the lake, he knew that. They were too afraid of getting wet.

He jumped out from the cliff. As he fell something came up from the water… (Click image to keep reading)

Snakeworm

A creature towered up in front of her. Its eyes stared down at her with the emptiness of a worm, only existing to devour and reproduce. The fangs of a snake, loaded with poison.

She grabbed a stick on the ground. The monster lifted its head to strike. There was nowhere to run.

So she charged.

She reached the soft body in two steps. Ran up its neck. It struck towards her. She jumped to avoid the poisonous fangs, into the hideous mouth.

It closed around her, sucking her in. Crushing her. No air… (more)

Devouress of Souls

He floated through fire and ice, through pleasure and pain. There were gods. Monsters. Nothing like what he had expected.

He saw something, far ahead in the cosmic mist. Something caught his attention.

He floated closer, wanted to see. Wanted to feel. Light became beauty. Numbness became lust. He saw her now. The image of what he had longed for all his life, now in front of him in death. He wanted her. Needed her.

Closer.

She towered above him. Close. Too close… (more)

A rock face in the jungle. Aak fictionspawn

One Answer

-Shut up, man! This is all your fault! If you hadn’t been talking all the fucking time, we would have been back in town with the rest of the group now with beautiful photos of the waterfall.

-So now it’s my fault? You’re the one who… Wait… What’s that?

The two travellers stared in awe. This was far better than any waterfall.

-A monument of a lost civilization. I can’t believe this!

They had been lost in the jungles for days, getting deeper and deeper in the more they tried to get out.

-I think we’ve discovered something totally new man!

The carvings looked like they had been formed by nature itself, but they were too figurative to be a coincidence. Two eyes were staring down on them from above a mouth formed cave entrance.

-What could be in there? I don’t know, but I don’t really like the look on that face…

-You’re such a coward. Come on, let’s go have a look!

-Wait! Don’t….