Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Pile
In theory, there are the sorters and the carriers. In reality, there is just the pile. Arturo learns this on his second shift. It’s hard work, bundling the legs together and loading them onto the pallets, but he needs the job. Even for strong men, it’s exhausting, especially since they have to also unload the bundles into the freezer at the other end.
By Claire Rita B'ahnana5 years ago in Fiction
Just a Moment
I stumbled for the seventh time since I started walking down the freeway. I coughed as a picked myself up the dust and ash still raining from the sky. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to make it. I had a plastic bottle of water and I kept itching to clear my dry throat. However, I knew if I did, the quest to quench would not stop and I would still have the same feeling and have no water and I had a long way to go.
By Timothy Gallagher5 years ago in Fiction
Silver
The sound of the water on her push pole was almost imperceptible as Edhen propelled her skiff through the reeds. Hair sticking to her damp neck, Edhen hoped the mud she had covered herself in to blend in with the night was thin enough to not fall off in chunks as she tried to keep her movements to a minimum. She saw a flurry of motion to her side and dropped into a crouch, the skiff pole blending into the reeds of the marsh as she stilled the craft’s progress. A stork took off into the air, and she watched in amazement as she saw it only had two legs—a rarity these days. She’d have to tell the Mamm when she returned home so the scouts could come back and check if there were eggs this season, and if the shells were holding. This could mean a good year. This could change things.
By Maren Hunsberger5 years ago in Fiction
Smog Memories
It was spring . The 456th day after the first test. Across the expanse of dead woodland nuclear dust peppers the morning air like toxic snowflakes. A lone homestead juts out like a nail to be hammered, white against the dull yellowish air. A quick flash of movement from an upstairs window reveals a spectator hungrily eyeing the forest. David Crenshaw takes one hagggered breath before quckily closing the shuteers immediately seeing what he was hoping he wouldn’t.
By Andres Hernandez 5 years ago in Fiction
Birdy
White linen tickled the roots of the tall grass blades, the foliage was rich and glorious. The sun blanketed the already warm surface of her planet making the air sweet. Walking further and further into the green, the air became wetter than sweat. And just like how a fish breathes she imagined herself doing the same. Gliding through the kelp forests. She used her gills to survive. The irony of her thirst as the trees leaked sweet sap and condensation made her giggle.
By Gabs Buckley5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Solution
-1- THE LITE BEFORE THE JEWK Placed in the water and thus in the food, no matter whether slaughtered or grown, walked, crawled or swam, the water put it everywhere. If you ate, if you drank, if you just lived you were exposed and therefore infected, your DNA was altered, very little physical pain…it was called the JEWK (Global Eugenic Culling).
By Charles Rowe5 years ago in Fiction
