Plagued Stories

A man found himself in a new apocalyptic world. To survive, he sets his sights on a sanctuary and makes his way there.

Draco Malfoy was coming back to Hogwarts for his eighth year. His father was a wanted man, and missing. Draco's biggest fear was that Lucius would find him and punish him for failing him. Lucius was never kind when it came to failure. The nightmares that plague him in the night have not gone unnoticed. Being head boy, he had to share a common room with the head girl, Hermione Granger. Will Draco allow her to know his deepest darkest secrets, or will he finally succeed in drowning himself and ignoring the rest of human kind?

My story, TimePlagued. Dur da dur. Time: the continuum of experience in which events pass from the future through the present to the past , Plagued: to experience a serious (sometimes fatal) infection This be about a girl who is spastic in time, and her chaotic life as she travels through it and encounters others with similiar problems in a semi-past, semi-modern, semi-futuristic setting.

A story of trust and betrayal. How 12 strangers become united through the tragedy that swept the world. The zombie apocalypse.

Knowledge corrupts, corrupted corrupts knowledge.

Fifteen years have passed since a devastating sickness engulfed the globe leaving only a few survivors to fend for themselves. When some of these survivors are discovered to possess seemingly magical abilities, they are sent away out of fear.

These are my dark, twisted and violent poems. They're a combination of both my long and short piece's of poetry. Please do enjoy if you read them! Thank you!

Day 254: She laid there silently until I heard a stretched beep coming from the monitor she was connected to. There was nothing we could do to help, the epidemic was too advanced. She suffered death, lies, and wounds but the thing that killed her would be a simple cold? No, she won't die. I'll make sure of it. Copyright © 2013 Samantha Torres All Rights Reserved

On a frigid winter afternoon, Jade is sitting on her chair inside, knitting. Her scarf is almost complete. She is pulling some stray threads from the scarf when her mother bursts into the room. "Jade. We need to leave. Now." She whispers in a rush. "Mother? What's wrong?" "Pack some clothing and toiletries. Hurry, we must go quickly." Jade is scared, so she does as her mother has told her. The two ladies bustle through the house and come to the front door. Jade's father opens the door carefully, as if someone is outside. Jade steps outside with her mother and immediately wishes she was not here. The street is barren. The air is yellow. Buildings are crumbling. Jade does not care about the street, nor the air or buildings. Jade's eyes are focused on the heaps of flesh eaten dead bodies everywhere. Children. Women. Animals. She turns away. "Mother! What has happened?" "The plague." Her mother replies. "It has struck again."

A Lass Called Mary Limerick PlagueD_ All audience

Imagine the insanity of living in the growing cold winter-the freezing feeling of your soul being sucked away...but not only by that, but from loneliness too...Being the last person on Earth and all, the nuclear explosion causing tons of deaths, and the strange radiation leaving the whole worlds existence in peril due to a disease,a sickness, a bug, or you could even say it was a plague. Not only did it do that to us, to man kind, but it killed nearly all of the animals... leaving few left to repopulate the food chain (for animals). The radiation also left mutated animals as well though, and some of them aren't all that pretty. Here's the point: I'm the last one alive, barely surviving by visiting my...my was to be my retiring father as he was giving me a tour of the army base it being a miracle that we were in the atomic safe room at the time, as he had proudly showed me everything...the gleam in his eyes as he spoke about our nation, our strength... I'll never forget it...Or him. But then theres this: I'm growing sick by day...though its been 4years since that dreadful day-- when this hell had started + my antibiotics running low...I'm in a mess. To make it worse, I just came up upon a half-demon who won't tell me what he wants from me, or how he survived. He said there is1other, but I can't meet them, that they will kill me at sight. I don't know if I have to plague or not, and I think I'm falling in love...and I don't think you're supposed to love a demon, even a 1/2... I don't think My father would ever approve. Strangely, I'm told that by him that if a demon (even a half-demon) ever saves a human but giving them their own life-force, the demon will cease to exist... To make this all worse, I think I'm falling...& if I am, I think I'm falling hard&hopefully, I think he is too. But I'm falling into my bed instead of his arms; growing weaker by day there is nothing to say, but those words you said to me,"...I'll never forget about you-" Then its all black.

High school junior, Elen Lee lives in post WWIII Cleveland with her grandmother. But it's not the regular rock 'n roll Cleveland you'd normally think of, after WWIII, the government went into poverty, and with the population rapidly increasing, the Government had an idea. Every twenty-four hours, at 12:00 pm, a black cloud is released throughout the country to kill of citizens. The general public believes a fake story that claims the cloud is a plague that doctors cannot cure, that's only partly true though, doctors could cure it, if their research didn't always go missing, and doctors didn't unexpectedly contracting the disease...

London has been hit by the Plague. The whole world has. But what happened to the survivors? It’s the year 2056 and London is a vast mess of destruction. The streets are empty, there are no people, and the world is silent. For now! The plague hit London in 2053 and killed just about everybody, leaving the survivors fighting for survival. Others survived as well, but these were sick, and dying with the most dreaded disease around. The plagued loom around in the shadows, waiting to be helped, waiting for someone to help them, waiting for the healthy. Touched by a plague person and the disease shoots through your system In a few hours, leaving you to fight it on your own... All on your own. Now with essential supplies running out faster than anyone imagined, the survivors have a challenge to stay alive in the harsh environment. Most die of starvation and the plague, but some die on their own accord, not being able to face anymore sorrow. There is no hope, no joy and no help. There is nothing...

Mental . Crazy . Mad . Confused . Dangerous . Sinister . These are words some would use to describe me . However , I prefer the term sly . Crafty . Smart . Murderer . Monster . Demon , even . Some of my fondest memories are the nights where I hid in a victim's house , where I twisted my favourite knife into their chest . When I sat there as the bright red blood pooled around me . I loved to watch while the last traces of life left them , when their heart stopped beating , their lungs stopped their struggle for air . I am Tristan . Once I escape the hospital , I will be free to come after you . There is no escape . Once you are chosen you will die . I will personally see to it .