Stories tagged “violence”

  • Pickpocket

    Seneca Seneca Cooper strolled down the lane, her hands casually in her pockets. Her dark curls swung from side to side as her head turned constantly, taking in all the activity on the street. Glom, the fruit peddler, was yelling his wares as usual, his...

  • Zero X Nine Series - Laura's Resistance (Mature)

    “What is going to happen to the women, and the children?” Laura spoke in a worry tone. Inside the kitchen lighting up a smoke, stood Captain Alexander. Alexander turned to his wife; spoke with no concerns of others. “Let the weak di...

  • Where's the Evidence?

    I have several role models. Like Remobythin, who peacefully rebeled against the Wendoflabin Dynasty when they attempted to outlaw supermarkets. Oh, and then there’s Sabyinan, who didn’t eat for 500 years in protest to the cruel treatment of...

    • Author: Laine Grey
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Hard Way

    “Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way Mr Tull?” he snarled, leaning forward so he was almost pressing his face against mine. “Well obviously I’d rather the easy way, but seeing as that will presumably involve me d...

  • Birthday Party

    You always find yourself amidst conflict when you least expect it. Just when I was having the time of my life is when I found myself spinning in the dark, blindfolded. Eventually, the spinning stopped. I stood, dazed, with my weapon in hand, regaining ...

    • Author: Joseph
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • The Boy

    He beat on the lump of dough. Knead it Momma said. Knead it. Like this. It felt bright beneath his hands. The dough was white. His hands looked dirty. His hands were clean. Momma washed them. His hands looked dirty. The boy next door said he was dirty....

  • A clockwork OZ

    So there I was, your humble narrator, with his smashed up house lying on some old bag with some real nice ruby slippers. I figured I could cop them and have a nice evening at the milk bar. But, no all these little people have to run over and ask, am I ...

  • I hunt a succubus (Mature)

    As I raced up to the house, I knew that she was there. The “she” in question was a succubus, one of the worst. For this one had immortalized herself into every child’s heart, so when she showed up, she was never opposed. She… wa...

    • Author: Oy
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • Violent Interlude

    If they had only asked for my wallet. But, no. The three knife-wielding punks surrounding us say they’re taking Jennifer, too. No way. I move as if to hand one my wallet, and drop it. As his eyes reflexively follow it, I jump up, grabbing the bac...

  • Shutting Down the Gateway

    From The New York Times, November 2, 2009: ST. LOUIS (AP) – The Gateway to the West is suffering the terrible and tragic phenomenon of massive riots today as tensions have been stretched beyond their breaking points. Violence first erupted at the...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Reversed (Mature)

    It was late at night in the park, a soft summer breeze on the lover’s skin, and the moon smiling in the sky. He was holding her hand as they strolled through the green labirynth. In the balmy silence, only the leaves whispered, and the couple did...

    • Author: Lancet
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Fulcrum

    Blade stared at him. I looked on, my eyes darting from Joe to Blade, to Blade’s gang, and back again. Joe was gambling, I knew. At any moment, one of them might simply think, “fuck you”, make a stupid move, and sooner or later, people...

  • Encounter with difference

    “Ah, Mr. Jennings, thank you for coming in so quickly.” The principal looked over her glasses at Jennings, who regarded her levelly. “You understand why I called you?” “Not really.” “Michael assaulted another c...

    • Author: ethelthefrog
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • One Last Drink

    “Don’t do it, Carl.” His sponsor’s voice echoed in his head. “Don’t throw away all those years of sobriety.” Carl wasn’t listening. He moved numbly through thickening snowflakes toward the Ajax Package st...

    • Author: Bob Liddil
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Getting to the Root of All

    “I need my money,” Micah intoned flatly as he shoved another bouncer over the bar. Benoit tried to push himself farther into the cushions of the booth, “I-it’s not that simple, big guy. You know I’d love to, but, well, you...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Upon Waking

    I find myself in the middle of a pitched battle. It’s one on one, hand to hand and I am totally in blood red berserker mode. I see an opportunity. I lunge and sink my teeth into the slick unguarded trapezius muscle that vulnerable before me. My j...

  • Worth Your Own Weight In Gold

    To You with the Nappy Hair and Big Lips, I thought I best understood the feeling of loneliness in a place you called home, so I let you handle the only way I knew how. I taught you how to mark your skin with your dissatisfaction—a cut for every “ni...

    • Author: Ћμβяїs
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Rising

    “It’s done, Malik,” I murmured. “The cops will be here any minute.” He glowered at me— crying? Pissed. “What are you going to do?” He bellowed. “What the hell are you gonna do without me?” I l...

  • King of the Rooftop

    Instantly I was on my feet, leaping away from the edge as I whipped a rope around the front of my nail gun, tripping the safety. The first of the dark creatures pulled itself over the threshold and I fed it three 4-inch nails, sending it screaming back...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Together has moved on. (Mature)

    In accordance with not pissing of the community that I enjoy writing in, I have decided to move this story to somewhere else. However, I do think that we as a society are a little fucked up in the head. We see violence at every turn, each year more gra...

  • Snapped (Mature)

    Thump, thump, thump. My knife cleaves through the soft vegetables with ease. In the lounge room, the kids were playing, their voices gradually getting louder. “Kids! Be quiet please! I’m cooking dinner!” I yell to them. They didn̵...

  • What It Could Be (Mature)

    Half-drunk and wholely-stoned Darren fumbled with the lock. He paused to scratch indecently, not that any of the neighbors gave a crap at 2 AM. Who gave a crap about anything at this hour, he thought to himself. Shrugging off the suspicion that the itc...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Two Drops of Blood

    Rachel draws her weapon and rises to her feet. She presses the pistol into James’ forehead hissing “pow” over his ear. James desperately tries to maneuver his head away from the gun’s point blank aim. Petrified shock stretches o...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • My Perversion

    I watched the Nick Berg execution video. the one where they cut off his head, voluntarily. But, I will never watch Two Girls One Cup, it’s nauseating and wrong.

  • Apocalypse

    I capture a cascade of mortal fractures— making each passing moment that of everlasting torment. Placing the torn, blood-warm-bodies I slay on display like ornaments— a feast for the flies and hornets. My demon eyes are dull and dormant. Wi...