Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Kitsune
Akio carried the tiny mouse in his hands as he hurried home. It seemed to be dehydrated, listless and weak it had barely moved when he approached to pick it up. A movement caught Akio’s eye and he glanced up in time to see a shadow disappear between two trees.
By Heather Ewings5 years ago in Fiction
Giant Killer Spiders
I seem to remember my parent’s house having a roof over it. And also a lot less giant killer spiders hanging out around it. Maybe that was just me though. I wasn’t always the most observant kid in the world. Especially before the world went topsy turvy and started spitting out stuff like giant killer spiders. I won’t bore you with the details. Mostly because I can’t really remember most of them myself. Nuclear holocaust this, crippling cyberattack that. You know the drill. Long story short, all electronics have been rendered useless, hyper intelligent mutant insects now roam the globe, and I had spent the last six months traveling across the country to get where I was standing: Muncie, Indiana. My old stomping grounds. Weirdly enough, the whole town looked just like I had left it. Give or take about twenty to twenty five bug monsters.
By Ben Van der Meer5 years ago in Fiction
DRONERS
THE DRONERS Kate and Martin weren’t your quintessential brother and sister. They were like twins, two parts of a whole, both strong individually but, together they were a pair to be reckoned with! Connected in mind and heart, from birth. This was a great thing in many ways, however, it was a tumultuous relationship at the best of times. Perhaps that’s why they took different paths. They lived in separate countries for many years, Marty stayed in New Zealand and Kate moved to Australia. When they could see each other they always picked up as if they had never been apart.
By Wendy - Empathic Tigress5 years ago in Fiction
The Journey
The figure sat quietly as the night broke in the first stars. The winds of the day had begun to settle as the moonlight shone down upon the sand-blanketed vehicles whose owners had long since abandoned them. He had made a nice shelter for himself under the city bridge using the car parts he had scavenged. A collection of items lay scattered around his shelter which had caught his interest in his travels. He reached for his rucksack and pulled out a torch and clicked it on. He placed it on the shelf behind him, so it partially lit up the enclosure and unbuckled his rucksack. He turned it upside down and tipped out the contents of his latest findings. He reached down and picked up an old dusty book that had fallen victim to time and age, he flipped it over and dusted off the cover. It read, 'The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter', he stared at the picture of the strange creature that filled the cover page for a long moment; it was most curious, he had never seen a creature like that before.
By Kyle Dever5 years ago in Fiction
The Scavenger
Sarai grimaced at the collection she had laid out before her. It wasn’t a good day for scavenging, that was for sure. Sure, there were always those superstitious folk who’d pay a coin or two for a genuine Surface spoon or bowl; they, supposedly, would bring you luck (which was complete bullshit, but anything for a few extra pennies). The old tea kettle might be worth something, though it was a bit rusty. But the glass shards, no matter what color they were stained, were pretty much worthless, and the carabiner wasn’t useful or pretty enough to tempt anyone.
By Jules Berndt5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary
Doomsday Diary Waves of Orange It was now eight months after the annihilation of the major six continents. Costa Rica was one of the few countries spared the worst of the radiation that was making its way south from Mexico and north from Columbia and Venezuela. For reasons unknown, the Caribbean and Pacific Ocean were keeping Nicaragua, Costa Rica and Panama safe from the ongoing and lingering winds that were wiping out most of the populations that remained north and south. Unbeknownst to those lucky enough to have remained in Central America, the rest of the world as they knew it, was gone forever.
By Matthew Nichols5 years ago in Fiction
The Family
Kent peered across the horizon as his horse walked next to the decaying road. Traveling between settlements was a mixture of mostly boredom occasionally broken by moments of terror. Everyone had to be wary of ambushes but the long hours with nothing to see but fallow fields made it difficult to concentrate.
By Tim Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Erased
“If anyone finds this…there’s nothing left here.” A grimy finger paused the old school tape recorder. Hands, once well-manicured and soft, reached up to a gaunt face and tucked greasy hair behind an ear. The Woman, who in the Before was successful and well-composed, was now filthy and tired.
By Skyland K. Thompson 5 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Soul
Sterling set his pack down on the shattered curb, careful to avoid the discarded cans and crumpled papers, and worked some feeling back into his shoulders. Going straight from his farm shift to a scouting run had left him stiff, but he couldn’t afford to let that show. The LAC had rules about that, after all.
By Nathan Rudd5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary
Merrick County Nebraska was never a very large town, but after the virus, there was rarely a soul in sight as Gretta James peaked from the tiny attic window daily. She reluctantly geared up in her one-piece long-sleeve pants jumpsuit, quickly threw her wavy light brown hair into a messy ponytail and put on her gas mask. “This is not how I imagined my 30’s going, but fuck it! Here goes nothing!”, she said. It was time to leave the attic or her childhood home and face the new world, ravaged and complicated by the Myoloma-44 Virus which took the world by storm on October 20th, 2021. Over 20 million died in the past 6 months, including her husband as the airborne virus spread like wildfire throughout the modern world. Although apprehensive, Gretta knew that her survival depended on her finding food and supplies.
By Larita Hebert5 years ago in Fiction
Th Hunter and Her Grandfather
She strides through the ashen field, her midnight fur undulating as she slides into a stop, casting monochromatic dust into the air. There is a disturbance in front of her, she scents the sky in response. Starting from the top set of eyes, she blinks the first pair, then the second follows suit, the third gleaming pair concludes the motion as she exhales hard through her snout. There is a rumble in her throat, an ancient calling to moon, known to her D.N.A. for centuries, even if mutation set upon her lineage for a few centuries more. She lets it out: A howl, long with grim intention, coming back to a snarl. There is something moving ahead in the stripped undergrowth, its intention clear as well, as it lays still in wait, a tactic very familiar to the wolf.
By Neil Celis5 years ago in Fiction
