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Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Mandatory Donation
“Donate today so that we may ALL thrive!” The sign that hangs, or more so, looms over the city. Constantly flashing. Making sure we know it’s there. The old, decrepit faces of our government, if that’s what you can call it now, smiling down upon us.
By Will Krupinsky5 years ago in Fiction
An Insignificant Rebellion
He steps in after her and closes the door behind them. She crosses to the window, the only one in the concrete room that they both now call home, and turns to look at him. Her life before this moment had consisted solely of her mother, her siblings, her cycle of fathers. Now it’s time for her to leave that behind.
By GT Caruthers5 years ago in Fiction
Charlie's Dream
CHARLIE'S DREAM The concert had a sellout crowd. The band's encore was a gut-stirring rendition of Anti-Nuke, from their latest CD. Charlie Merton, the second vocal, stood in red vest and green satin trousers beside the lead, his wife Bonnie, herself attired in a red leather blouse and a green satin skirt, and awaited his cue. Charlie's large bulk dwarfed that of petite Bonnie, whose wildly frizzed hair frayed out like it was electrified. Charlie's large arms hung calmly at his side as he prepared his stance, gripping the mic lightly for his lyric.
By Stephen Vernarelli5 years ago in Fiction
Ground Ops: Turkey
Fuchsia tinted light flooded his eyes as he blinked the blood from his eyes. A cautious and trembling hand ran over his brow and quickly found the fresh split in his skin. For all the blood, it was bright crimson, shining in the sunbeams breaking through behind him as he moved it about his fingers. He needed to cleanse the wound and attempt to suture it if he had any hope of making it back to base. Pulling himself to a seated position in the middle of the room, Raziel could see that he was still inside the library; well, what was left of it. A few of the bookshelves were still smoldering, slowly succumbing to their fate of charcoal and ash.
By Melissa Merchant5 years ago in Fiction
The Program
A group of people stood clustered around a beat-up television, their eyes fixed on the screen like pious communicants awaiting some awful revelation. Their breathing, careful and subdued. Suddenly, a cheer roared through the group. A banner ran across the screen:
By D. C. Jacobs5 years ago in Fiction
An Old Wives’ Tale
It didn’t take much for the world to end. Everyone always expected some cataclysmic event would bring about our doom. An incurable virus, some earth shattering natural disaster or even an alien invasion. There had to be some kind of grand finale to this shit show right? Nope, it was much more simple than that.
By Johnathan Buzane5 years ago in Fiction
Casket
Arms tied behind my back, I’m escorted to a lonely … box … it seems. It’s a room, but literally just an empty, cubed structure already built deep into the ground. A lonely candle sits in the center, already lit. They untie my aching arms, and then I’m thrown into this box-room that will be shut airtight in the immediate future. My feet hit so hard I practically feel the splinters of the wood enter my feet. They throw another piece of plywood over the opening that I was thrown through and quickly nail it shut.
By Dustin Bennett5 years ago in Fiction
Lungs, Heart, Fever..
Lungs, heart, fever… All that I am and all I am worth hangs around my neck. I have no identity, no name, I am just known by what useful organ pumps through my body. I am no longer seen as a human being, just a heart. Gone are the days of Laura’s, Harry’s, Susan’s or Bennett’s. In truth the latter is not much of a loss, I always found the name Bennett to be too uppity for my taste. It always brought to mind images of sun streaked hair, turned up collars and fancy cars bought for spoiled offspring who would never appreciate it.
By Robin Zitaruk5 years ago in Fiction
