Malnormalish Stories

Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"

Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?" Cover art by peperan over at DeviantArt

The world is ravaged by a disease that breaks down the material that creates life and reorganizes it into something.... something different. As the few remaining clusters of humans fight the onslaught of mutated horrors and walking corpses, a war is being fought on the cellular level. Will the human race survive the mass genocide of their species, leaving the world to roaming shells of hunger? Or will the ultimate downfall of humanity rest in the fact that, during the collapse of civilization and degeneration of morals, human nature and all it's flaws will take precedence? Can humanity pull together and resist this, or will they be undone by their basest of instincts?

*Currently being heavily edited and changed* Warning: this contains Pan-Dimensional Paradox Worms, pissed off hipster demons, sentient, omniscient Rhubarb plants from distant galaxies and expired hot pockets. Michael Hoy is your average guy. Actually, he's quite below average. Some might call him a loser, a schmuck with no motivation. He lives in the town of Winthrop Locke, part of a city known only as Paradise, and up until now his life has been dull and monotonous. But one day he learns the truth about where he lives, meets two very strange men who claim they're aliens, and is enlisted to save the Earth from peril and doom caused by a legendary monster of epic proportions. The fight against the Worm is on, and after his first encounter with the unknown, his life will never be the same.

Creton Mal is the ruler of the damned and fallen, those who society deems unworthy and are left alone to die. He commands these souls and uses deception to tempt them. Krion, once an orphan and near death, was visited by Creton Mal and promised eternal life and power to spread the god's influence-- on one condition. The actions of Creton Mal upset the balance and enrage the other three gods, causing Krion's downfall. Now Krion is imprisoned in the plains of Tartarus for eternity-- but Creton Mal has different plans. To bring down his tormentors and stop what he'd set in motion, Krion must escape the dark halls of Sheol, cross Tartarus and make it back to earth.