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Most recently published stories in Fiction.

Oxygen Heart
"Come on!" he shouted as he grabbed my arm and started running south. My feet slipped away from me as they followed him, but my eyes stayed glued on the Enforcers. Their shiny silver beams pointing at us, their lenses blowing up our picture in the main square.
By Alexis Moutinho5 years ago in Fiction
Two Fates
Camille rushes out of her apartment. Her heels clack down the empty hallway. All of the other Elites are at the meeting already.
By Shannon B.5 years ago in Fiction
Save Them
The Sel CA train comes once a quarter. The Sel 28 train only comes once every 5 years. I feel it from my sleep level. The ground shaking under my palette. The cemented ground is hard and colder, for longer periods of time these days. The once welcoming breeze of a new season is NOW stale and mean. The new color of life is dark brown fecal matter and sewage green with the touch of a deep red death. I have repressed memories of my short-lived childhood of a warm bed, hot peppermint and lavender tea, and a cozy cedarwood fire that fragranced all 7 rooms of my home. Doesn’t do me any good anymore. To relive it. It is not good for survival. I’ve had to teach them the ways of now. Sometimes they ask Sailor and I what it was like before…the Vast Light. It pains me to hide the memories from them of the life we loved and prospered in before. But I must. We must stay together, and we must survive. I was given a mission and I am going to see it through.
By CC Bell5 years ago in Fiction
Ashes of the Past
James walked through the burnt and ruined house. Between the fire, the raiders, and random looters there was little that remained beyond the skeletal framework. This had been his home not so long ago. It had been place where he could raise a family and enjoy the rewards of his work. A time when his only worries were getting to work on time, paying the bills, making sure the kids had a ride to whatever after school activity that they were involved in. A time when his wife still smiled.
By Israel West5 years ago in Fiction
You & I
I gave Alice the locket on her birthday, and when she died, I took it back. She'd had it less than a day when the first attack happened. By the time we knew what was happening, two weeks had passed, and she was dead. The heart-shaped locket was the only thing I had left of her, and the picture inside of it was my own. I had no images of Alice; I was starting to forget her face. Her memory was fading with all the rest. Fast food, PTA meetings, convenience stores, cafe lattes, and fresh vegetables- all of these things and Alice were all relics of the past.
By Kathryn Susanne Sterling5 years ago in Fiction
The Miserable Merchandise
Winston’s living room had begun to swirl. Sitting in his chair, book in hand, Winston watched the grey room come apart at the seams and begin to spin; his eyes were malfunctioning again, bugging out and rotating inside their sockets. A moment later, Winston felt the nausea of vertigo, his lunch attempting an undignified escape. Clenching his hands around the book, Winston squished his eyes firmly shut, and ground his teeth through the glitch, hoping it would soon pass.
By S.K5 years ago in Fiction
The Rebellion
She pulled me for what felt like forever. The wind felt like needles brushing up against my face as we ran through the icy midnight woods. My legs hurt and my feet were numb from running in only socks. We finally stopped in the middle of the woods. I watched the heat in the air disappear and reappear as I panted trying to catch my breath. She handed me Aiden, my brother, and started to dig into the snow and dirt along with four of our other neighbors. The rest of us just stood there shivering. It was dark with only the moonlight from the full moon to guide us. I begged her to explain what was happening in a whisper, but she kept demanding I be quiet.
By Vic Grantling5 years ago in Fiction
Vendra
Vendra by Brett Tyndall Pain jolted throughout my body, hitting every nerve end. I felt a dampness around me, but it was too dark for me to tell if it was rain or blood. I was buried in wet rubble and debris from the explosion. I needed to get out of this pile. I felt around my uniform, which was dying from a lack of solar energy. I noticed one of the vials around my waist was empty. I assumed the suit shot me with HE/LP, or Healing Emergency/Life Preserver. The serum was only good for broken bones and blood loss, so I guess none of my organs failed. The suit would tell me if it wasn’t running out of energy. I didn’t bring a backup vial. I didn’t think I would need it.
By Brett Tyndall5 years ago in Fiction
The Storm
Entry 1: Today’s date? No idea. It happened in an instant... No one could anticipate this much disaster. Everything changed overnight. The silence, that was once so pure, transformed into destruction. The walls crumbled from all directions.
By Sarah Belzer5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Woman
I had a dream. My father straddled me. His knees drilled into my elbows, driving them through the dirt. A knife blade, nicked and rusted, wavered in his trembling hand. His jaw clenched, baring blood-red fangs. His wet eyes narrowed, then closed.
By Jules Dachel5 years ago in Fiction
Bumbles Magic
Bumbles Magic Bumbles loved doing his magic for children. In fact magic could only be done with children because children believed. Without belief, there was no magic. Adults were generally cynical and didn’t believe in magic. That is why adults were entertained with tricks, instead of magic.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
The Graft
The Graft A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us
By C. M. Norwood 5 years ago in Fiction