Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Luna
Her eyes flew wide open as she sat straight up from a deep and long dark place of sleep. She gasped for air and clasped her throat with both her hands as if it were her first ever intake of breath. All she could hear was her own breathing and all she could see was complete darkness. “Luna!”, she whispered to herself, "calm down!"
By Ryan Davis5 years ago in Fiction
My Secret
One day a little girl was on her way to the corner store when she saw something twinkling in the sunlight. She knew that she was told not to cross the street but, she couldn't help herself. When she got the courage to cross over, she bent down and picked up a heart-shaped locket. It had many beautiful jewels inside it, but she placed them in her pocket and continued to get her items from the store for her stepmother.
By Theresa Evans5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Keeper.
The worlds treaties were decimated, and bombs were launched. War. Famine. A sick game of survival - you don’t trust anyone you didn’t see the end with. When one carrier dies, the locket appears for the next Heart Keeper. They can’t predict who will be, one heart keeper rose, another fell. The world rapidly became a lonely place.
By Ezra Canty5 years ago in Fiction
On the Fence
Steam rose off the pavement as the sun beat down hotter than ever, angry that the rain had tried to provide some relief to the wasteland below. A gangly young boy wearing an orange bandana, a sweat stained button down, and dirty sneakers strode down the cracked highway with a grin on his face. The energy-draining humidity didn’t bother him one bit. Steam meant rain had just passed through. Rain meant clean water. The only clean water available these days.
By A. C. J. Walker5 years ago in Fiction
Impending Inevitability
Earth crunched beneath the weight of heavy boots trekking across once plentiful fields. Dust billowed into the air. Everything here was different. Photographs, the few that were left, portrayed this land as green and flourishing but the decimation was clear. She grimaced. There was nothing ugly about the desert itself. It was merely the harsh truth, the landscape a perfect picture of continuing destruction. Ever growing sandy plains represented nothing more than death.
By Amee Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Quest of the Heart
‘It was not her fault’. Amelia kept repeating it in her mind over and over again ‘It was not her fault!’ Yesterday she had been sent with 5 other members of the West Sun clan to hunt for food. The West Sun clan was located in the west of what used to be Winnipeg before the big fall.
By Natalia Penner5 years ago in Fiction
Forfeiture
Nobody had been expecting a rate hike, but when the anxious crowd standing around the screen at the Battery grew, Saara knew something was terribly wrong. Faces went pale, there were tears and one co-worker bolted for the toilet. Saara felt something inside her plummet as she joined the viewers and watched as the news broke.
By Houssam Alissa5 years ago in Fiction
My Secret
One day a little girl was on her way to the corner store when she saw something twinkling in the sunlight. She knew that she was told not to cross the street but, she couldn't help herself. When she got the courage to cross over, she bent down and picked up a heart-shaped locket. It had many beautiful jewels inside it, but she placed them in her pocket and continued to get her items from the store for her stepmother.
By Theresa Evans5 years ago in Fiction
Shadow of a world
Dark grey skies haunt the heavens above; death consumes the surrounding air, stalking me, chasing me, like a never-ending hunt. How could he do this to us? To me? Why would anyone create a masterpiece if they are just going to destroy it? A moment of weakness strikes me. My dehydrating body somehow manages to release a tear of pure salt; I wouldn’t dare waste moisture on a pathetic emotion. My aching arms drop to the floor, crushing the dead remains of nature, a shadow of the once vibrant wildlife surrounds my corpse-like figure. A silent scream escapes my mouth. What’s the point?
By Medusa Stone5 years ago in Fiction
