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“The Quiet Island” by Sarah Womack

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The Quiet IslandTrigger Warning: Mild gore, references to death, olives. When Flo heard the car approaching, she darted off the road and crouched low behind an olive tree. She didn’t dare move. At thirteen, she knew how dangerous it was to be out here alone. The car rattled past, the sound fading in the distance, leaving only the hum of crickets. As she stood up, the ground beneath her tilted, like the deck of a sinking ship, and she had to clutch the tree for balance. Another dizzy spell. They’d been hitting her all morning. She...

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“The Last Whisper of the Aeons” by Rob Tredinnick

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On the wind-swept plains of Mesopotamia, where the first cities had risen from the clay, I once walked among the ancients. My name is Eshmun, a name lost to history, subsumed into the whispers of the dreams of men. I, too, was a man, once. But I was more than that. I was a mutant.Long before the rise of empires and the scribes etching words into stone tablets, I was a child of the soil, born under a crimson moon that hung low like a curse. My mother had said I was chosen, but she spoke through fear, not divine prediction. I was the first to ...

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“Dead Girl Walking” by Renata Torres Cruz

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Nobody knows that I’ve been bit. Nobody can know. They’ll kill me. And I wouldn’t blame them. I wouldn’t feel betrayed if my own sister put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger if she found out. I would do the same. Because it is the right thing to do. The safe thing to do. So I’m biding my time. It may be selfish what I’m doing. But in this apocalyptic world, it's every man for himself. Or every woman, in my case. “Hurry up, Nevada. Trystan wants those potatoes by yesterday. We’re having a feast.” I snap out of my thoughts and go b...

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“Man to Monster” by Nicholas Warack

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The bitemark upon my shin shined red with a purple hue outlining the teeth' indentations."No! No! George, please, no!" wailed my wife.Her knees buckled, slamming against the wooden floor of the abandoned, looted home we had found short reprieve in God-knows-where, Michigan. My children, Meryl and Leo, stood behind their distraught mother. By the looks on their faces, they had not yet comprehended the severity of my situation.It had been a week and a half since the outbreak—a lab test that had gone awry. The U.S. military thought they had cre...

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“Virus” by Sean Packard

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Content warning: Includes graphic violence, cannibalism, and psychological distress. I am so crushed by time. Time and these oozing wounds and the rotten flesh like mealy apple that is my chest cavity. Rotten skin and an infected mind. Gangrenous parietal. So insatiably starving for living flesh, to rend it in my grinding jaw, the music of muscle mashing between molars and canines. A beating heart, my own a thick, bloody steak. The fog of insanity. I am a monster. A living dead. &nbsp...

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“View From A Mutant Point of View” by Lady Senie

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I’m backed up against the ruins of the research lab that recently caged us. The heat of the flames, the non-stop explosions as their research literally goes up in smoke, and the constant rat-tat-tat of gunfire are the only things keeping me awake. God, I’m so tired… “We gotta move,” Leroy yelled as the building belched more smoke and flame. “Steven, do something about these peons, will ya? I’ll cover the princess while the rest of us get the fuck outta Dodge!” Steven nodded before ducking around the corner and directing his supersonic shriek...

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“Do Birds Know They Can Fly?” by Patrick Huber

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Walking down the street nowadays, two years into whatever we want to call this new era of humanity, we are constantly reminded to live in fear. Fear that a loved one may get sick, get you sick, or you get them sick. They say once infected you can’t help yourself, and your animal instincts take over, quite literally. The posters tell us to “Stay Safe, Get Checked Often”. You can be clear of symptoms for close to 3 days before anything noticeable pops up. Of course people will try and keep those hidden as long as they can.&...

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“Echoes of Memory in the Ruins” by Andrea Sturdivant

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"What are you looking at?" I growled, baring my teeth at the creature stumbling towards me. Its eyes were glazed over, the color of rotten milk. It had once been a person, but now it was just another mindless corpse seeking the warm embrace of the living. I recognized the tattered remains of a blue polo shirt; the same one my neighbor had worn last summer. The smell of decay wafted through the air as it moaned incoherently. The grocery store's fluorescent lights flickered above, casting eerie shadows across the aisles of picked-clean shelves...

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“The Passenger” by Rebecca Cuthbertson

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The last words I uttered were “til death do us part”. The blissful moment that I dreamt of every day for my entire life was short lived. As the church bells rang the screams began: my screams. After that there was only chaos. Chaos, pain, and then darkness. My eyes flutter open as he kneels beside me, telling me he loves me. I love you too, Jason. What happened? Wait.. What the hell..? Why aren’t my lips moving? Why can’t I speak? WHY can’t I MOVE? The only sound that escapes my lips is a low moan. Tears fall from his eyes and roll dow...

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“The Spores” by Hunter Whitlow

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The worst part is that I feel fine. I’ve lived, as all remaining humans do, in constant fear of the infection. There’s no cure, and we can’t entirely prevent it, either. And yet, as I stumble aimlessly through the woods, waiting for the spores to take over my body, I feel nothing. If anything, I feel better than I have for the last nine miserable years. I’m no longer afraid. The thing I feared has come to pass, and now there’s nothing to do but wait for it to snuff my soul. I keep wandering, stopping to eat some mysterious berries. If I’m go...

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“My Aptitude Does Not Belong to Me” by Carina Caccia

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When I first opened my eyes, they thought my pupils were dilated. But it’s a rare mutation, aniridia. Not so rare here, though. We’ve all got it besides Jacob who’s got coloboma. His pupils leak into his irises like a cell failing to divide in two, stuck in telophase like some metamorphosed insect halfway out its chrysalis. If a chrysalis were an inkblot, that is. The Rorschach test. What do you see? It’s strange, eye contact with Jacob. To stare into the leakage, the oil spill.He said looking at me was just the same. Like staring into two b...

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“Chained...” by Anthony Andrés

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Dun Dun Dun Dun I wake up with a severe headache. A dripping pipe creates discord with the rhythmic pounding in my head. My thoughts are scrambled. The barren room, with the cement walls and concrete flooring, looks unfamiliar. Seems like I'm in a warehouse, but why? I try to stand from the chair only to realize I'm chained down, my arms and legs pinned down so I cannot move. I scream in panic, only to hear a muffled sound. I'm gagged as well. Dun Dun Dun DunMy heart is beating so fast that the pounding in my ...

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“Dalton's Wild Run” by Bohan Sun

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It was a high school auditorium. The stage was set, and a large projector screen was down. There was a podium in the middle, with "Z.V" etched in the middle. The polished leather seats gave way to some very high ranking scientists. The wood floor was accented with strokes of wood, and everything was all high quality, set up for the very best. They were all gathered here for a presentation, and the one presenting was a zombie. The camera started rolling, and the presentation was on. "The apocalypse was not our fault. Are we green? Y...

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“He rose and the World fell” by Horváth Martin

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I should've stayed dead…It woke in a ruined room, the world spinning in shades of red and grey. Its body felt alien—stiff limbs, claw-like hands, a gnawing emptiness deep inside. Hunger ruled Its senses. It stumbled toward a mirror and froze.The face staring back was monstrous—skin pale and torn, teeth bared, eyes lifeless. Yet something stirred behind those eyes, a flicker of... a memory. A woman’s face. Dark hair. A smile. Her lips moved, forming words it could not hear. Then, nothing. The hunger pulled it forward. In the street, it found ...

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“Retirement in the Post-Apocalypse” by Sophie Jackson

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My hand fell off again.I really must find someone other than Janice to try to sew it back on. You would think being dead would mean her arthritis was no longer an issue, but she still complains that it makes it hard to do fine work.“Arthur!”Janice’s grating voice drifted through the ruined building, summoning me as it had done for the last fifty years. Till death do us part the vows had said, yet here we were, dead and still bumbling along together just like we had done all through our marriage.I attempted to find my slippers, rolling over o...

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Write a story from the POV of a zombie, mutant, or infected creature.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 77 stories

“The Quiet Island” by Sarah Womack

“The Last Whisper of the Aeons” by Rob Tredinnick

“Dead Girl Walking” by Renata Torres Cruz

“Man to Monster” by Nicholas Warack

“Virus” by Sean Packard

“View From A Mutant Point of View” by Lady Senie

“Do Birds Know They Can Fly?” by Patrick Huber

“Echoes of Memory in the Ruins” by Andrea Sturdivant

“The Passenger” by Rebecca Cuthbertson

“The Spores” by Hunter Whitlow

“My Aptitude Does Not Belong to Me” by Carina Caccia

“Chained...” by Anthony Andrés

“Dalton's Wild Run” by Bohan Sun

“He rose and the World fell” by Horváth Martin

“Retirement in the Post-Apocalypse” by Sophie Jackson

🌟 Similar prompts

Follow a character who’s looking for someone or something.

Write a story about someone confronting their worst nightmare.

Center your story around a person who believes they’re the last human on Earth.

Write a story about a character who’s lost.

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