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Most recently published stories in Fiction.

Ascension
‘Praise be to the gods! They who saved the world! May they forever stride amongst the heavens sheltering us for the end of old and that which corrupts our human hearts!’ Tess rolled her eyes. The seecher’s words rung emptier than her belly. Or at least to her they did. The masses of starving who lived amongst the filth and rot between countless towered streets rose to the seecher’s call.
By Luc McKenzie5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Westeros.
You wish you couldn’t hear it… But everyone could. There was absolute, no escape from it. And today…. Today was the most horrid I have ever seen it in my short, young years. Sure, I had been given a front row seat amongst the other juveniles, we each desperately held onto the contents in our stomachs as we watched terrified.
By Destiny tarasenko5 years ago in Fiction
Escaping Them
As my mom is tucking me in, I cannot help but wonder what is wrong. All day mom has been acting weird, and I can see the bruises forming on her arm showing that she got in trouble at some point. She has always told me it is very important to always obey and do what I am told. As mom settles down next to me, I start to ask her what is wrong, but she speaks before I can even open my mouth.
By Elizabeth Townsend5 years ago in Fiction
Unseen
The shared gaze of blue and brown eyes was snapped away by gunfire. Graham whipped his head to the right. Across the vast desert canyon below, he could see his parents’ settlement and the tents surrounding it. It looked as calm as ever, not much different than it had in the fifteen years since they had moved here and set up a medical mission. There was still a tiny brook dissecting the camp, an orchard on the north side, and a massive boulder on the south. It did appear, however, that several plumes of dust had formed on the outskirts.
By Michael Sarpen5 years ago in Fiction
Sunset Black
In the dark of night, the world was born. The Marshalls would have you believe this, but the true morning to life came from the sun. Nearly two weeks had passed since the brisk light of day had beamed the Land to life when the wolf had prowled the Dead Plains and now they hold the highest seats in the Metro Building. Once hundreds of humanoid species had drowned the vast landscapes of Solheim, our home. Before the War humanity lived symbiotically with the Land. The common practice was to give when one had received. If one were to feed from the Land, then that person would have to give back to the Land in equal measure. Back then Solheim could speak to the people. Many people to this day believe that the Land still speaks, but humanity has long since forgotten her language. Titus was one of the few, though he wasn’t all together human, but a stout creature built like the trunk a 400-year pine. He was a gentle being; his oak knot eyes could warm the heart of any who had the nerve to gaze into them. For such a mass of stature to possess such a tender touch, he was often referred to as Titus the Coward behind is back, until one drunken day a soldier let the slur slip in his presence. Titus sadly sighed and slipped away back into the woods. The cruel learned that day they “needn’t worry of retaliation from the tree bitch” they’d say, “he won’t fight back anyway.”
By Steven Fox5 years ago in Fiction
Beacon
It was the first thing he owned that was explicitly his, not to be shared with siblings or curious members of the New. Something secret that he had found in one of the many dilapidated homes that lined the border of the New and the Old. It had been covered by dust and the ghost of what had once been a support beam for the roof in a home that he or one of his thousands of siblings had cleared out so many lifetimes ago.
By Aria5 years ago in Fiction
Reckoning of the A.R.K.
Our world is a living organism, that lay dormant until the time was right. The year the comet flew through the solar system, passing by earth was the beginning of the rebirth. For three days the world was bathed in a green mist of light, there was no day, no night. One week, to the day, after it passed the humans began to die, rapidly. Within a year their civilization was no more, what few survived were scattered, unorganized. Alone.
By JBaz5 years ago in Fiction
Human Villages
Human villages had just opened around the world. These villages were set up by the Robots, that the humans had originally invented. Humans had given Robots artificial intelligence and artificial emotions giving them a bit of empathy, with which they could now live without the humans designing and creating more of them. They could make themselves, and change the world they now dominated. The Robots learned that to make the humans submissive, they needed to wait a full human generation before they, the humans would follow what they were told to do.
By Judi Guralnick5 years ago in Fiction
The Glass Ceiling
“Lights off, you little cretins!” A fist pounded his door with a loud thwack, and the floodlight on the wall clicked off. “I said lights out!” There was another, duller, thud a few doors down. “Shut the hell up!”
By S.R.Robertson_Author5 years ago in Fiction
Sentimental
After the second plague, the third World War, the fourth Civil War, and the dropping of those nuclear weapons in New York, processing the dead became big business. It was one of those careers which sucks to have, but must be done, so they come embellished with all sorts of hazard pays to bolster their employment ranks. The money was the only reason I took the job.
By SC Todd5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
It wasn't a crime to own personal effects, I reassured myself. It wasn't! Strongly discouraged, was more like it. At any rate, it never felt precisely legal. When we had moved away from individual style to uniforms, it seemed superfluous to own things. The goal was to supply common ground - and we had it now, in bucketloads. It didn't much matter what size or height you were when you were dressed in the same neutral-toned charcoal grey outfit, impossibly managing to be equally flattering and unflattering on everyone, male, female, or otherwise.
By Leigh H5 years ago in Fiction
Locket of Lost Hope
It ended with a war. It began with the end. Hate was, after all, one of the constants of the human condition. Hate led to violence. Violence led to war.
By Calliope Briar5 years ago in Fiction