When the global pandemic known as The Fall began, the infrastructure of civilization collapsed. Within a matter of hours, millions were dead and billions more were dying. Hospitals filled to capacity, transforming from places of healing to houses of death. Some rare individuals were immune, while others responded to antibiotic treatments. However, demand far outpaced supply, with treatment only delaying death for most. Had the plague ended with The Fall, humanity might have recovered, but this was just the beginning. What followed was The Rise; a horror that would devour the living and consume
You’ve enjoyed a few of his stories and you follow each other on Twitter, so when you see that horror and weird fiction author Gordon B. White has started a Patreon, you think, “Sure, I’ll throw him a couple of bucks.” You pick the $7 tier---Postcards of Lesser Known Haunted Houses---thinking it...
Published 10/02/22
The Saints saw nothing but rock and scrub, the one lone Joshua tree dead, its arms defeated. They traveled by wagon, the four still alive, their clothes stiff with their own stink and with the smell of dirt. The dead they buried or thought they buried along the way. The animals gone, all but one,...
Published 10/02/22
I take the hammer in my right hand and raise it up over my head to bring down, screaming, against the left hand I have placed flat on the tabletop. My knuckles do not break. My skin does not tear. I do not scream in agony. Instead, my left hand flattens like soft rubber, the imprint of the...
Published 10/02/22