Ah Sweet Man-made Horrors Novels & Stories

“Not happening.” The emergency lights flicker on at that exact moment—dim red bulbs casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The room looks like something out of a horror movie. Everything drenched in blood-colored light. And on the far wall, scrawled in black marker—fresh, dripping—are four words: YOU WERE WARNED. The letters glisten, like the ink is still wet. My heart slams against my ribs. “Oh my god,” I breathe. Jace steps in front of me again, blocking my view like he can shield me from it. “We need to get out. Now.”

He wimps, a slight chuckle escapes my lips. "Oh, sweetheart if only you knew how stupid you look right now." "Besides, you're useless to me now," I added. I slowly bent down and leaned closer to his ear. "Never underestimate me." "Like they say." Pausing for a second. "The most dangerous animal in the world is a silent smiling woman." I cocked my gun and shot him in the chest. He slowly gasps for air glancing deep into my eyes with fear. One-thousand-two-hundred and six people I've killed in my life. And none of them, I ever pitied for. People might say it's cruel but to survive in this barbaric world, you need to be feared by others.

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a

I really did not like the look of disdain on her face as she looked at me. “Oh fuck off! This woman was scared to death. She wanted to tell me something important and you just shot her in the head. She didn't do anything to me. The dress she made for me looked so beautiful until you decided to shoot her brain and make her blood spill on my beautiful dress. She's not the evil one, you are”, she screamed back at me.

On more than one occasion, in his mind’s wandering eye, he has seen these travesties of— —humanity? They call this humanity? A room-sized gas oven filled with wretched, fleeting souls? A corpse-ridden chamber for the dead and dying? Humanity? There, huddled in a corner, a tiny girl writhing and convulsing in silent terror, choking and defecating and swallowing her tongue in reaction to the noxious fumes. And there, a gauzy skeleton of a man, naked and blinded, praying and shrieking and clamping his penis safely between his thighs as he curls into a fetal position and smothers. And yet here, a crippled young mother, head shaven and body broken, singing and weeping and exhaling her final breat

He walked back towards Sir M, his face trained solely on the product and nothing else. "You mean to tell me," He spoke, each word stark and clear cut, "That this is the creature you made an ad for? A 'being of horror, a thing of Satan, a beast'?" Sir M didn't have a chance to respond before the man continued. "Because all I see here, is a person. Last time I checked, those were rather harmless." As the clothed face slowly turned towards himself, Sir M couldn't help but gulp silently. The distance at which the man spoke of mankind sent an odd sensation down his spine.

Kayla asked while pointing in a certain direction. In that direction was a young man. Surrounding him was the smell of piss and sweat. The boy's face was pale and a look of horror and hopelessness was imprinted onto it. He looked traumatized and the boy was none other than Jace. "Hey, you!" Lucas called out harshly. The boy flinched before looking back at Lu7cas, his whole body trembling. Seeing his reaction, Lucas broke out into a large grin but to Jace, that was the devil's grin.

His eyes felt cleaner already. Tired of standing in his living room like some clown, he turned and turned the flat-screen TV on. Flipping through the channels, he tried to find something worth watching until finally, he found one; some woman was taking a chunk out of a man. The scream of the man was so earth-shattering, loud, full of pain and anguish that he shivered in anticipation. Blood–check, gore - check and horror–check; perfection.

Yoonjin stared at him. "S– Sugar ..." Hosun stuttered anxiously. Yoonjin removed his glasses and put them on a table close by. Hosun couldn't bear the man's dangerous silence anymore and so, still on his knees, he crawled to Yoonjin and immediately wrapped his arms around the older male's waist, burying his face into his tummy. "Sugar ~" Hosun was already sobbing, "I'm so sorry, Sugar . P– please, please, I'm so sorry. S– Sugar , forgive me please... I'm so sorry~" Hosun sobbed endlessly, panicking.