Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

The Elevator
Red lightning flashed irresistibly in her viz and Hailah-CCA paused the room. It had been a month… her heart thumped but she ignored the lightning. He would be notified as soon as she opened the message, and she wanted him to assume she was busy, she was rooming like every other social girl on a Saturday night. Never mind that she had paused and her friends were knocking her.
By AJ Clare 5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
The Locket No light. No sound. Just a dark void. Emptiness. Nothingness. A sudden jerk and an explosion of light. The world comes into a brilliant focus. A blazing sun high in a baby blue sky. Seagulls crying in the distance. The smell of salt and the feel of a breeze carrying a mist of cool water. There is an audible gasp of glee. A young woman’s face comes into view. Her corn yellow hair flowing around her, her eyes a fierce green. Her fingers gently caress the top of the golden heart-shaped locket. A small diamond shimmers in the center. It’s sparkle pulses like a beating heart. She gingerly picks up the locket that's fastened to a delicate gold chain. Her fingers are warm. She clasps the chain around her neck and frees her hair from its embrace. Her golden waves fall around the locket as it settles on her chest.
By Ghee Buttersnaps5 years ago in Fiction
The Prince
The young man screamed in terror, knowing his life was just seconds away from the end. I looked on, trying not to make eye contact or think of this poor human and how I couldn’t help him. I focused my eyes on the bright silver blade that glistened against the grey gloomy clouds in the sky. Before my eyes, the guillotine dropped, slicing his head clean off. The young man’s body, once full of tension and nerves, went limp.
By Jeebus5 years ago in Fiction
The Dust of What Was
Memories linger. Memories give life to those without. Some memories bear pain and others joy. The life given to objects by memories hold together far longer than those who created the memories.
By Alex Jaillet5 years ago in Fiction
Burn It To The Ground
Growing up on Planet X was the most beautiful and serene experience. It had a singular purple, indigo, and grey aesthetic across the entire planet. Everything was crafted to perfection. This is because it was the creation of my father Alton Milosky, a 20th century visionary. He had come up with the idea. A utopian space that if you could afford the fees then you and your descendants could effectively live-in heaven. Everything was always manicured to perfection, climate controlled, and fully sensory controlled. Soft muted tones, pleasant smells, and ambient lighting always embraced you across the entire planet. There was a system of robots that catered to our every need, and a tribunal government of three leaders who ensured that our utopia continued seamlessly. The tribunal leaders were called The Ultras. Any disputes were presented to them and resolved by their omnipotent authority.
By TC5 years ago in Fiction
This Is How The World Ends
In the beginning, there was a heartbeat. In the end, there will be none. Maybe that is why I still wear the locket—even after everything that has happened.
By Julia5 years ago in Fiction
The Fate of the Red Race
As a child of the Red Race my life has never been easy. We who have survived live a joyless life full of toil and despair. My first memory is being torn away from my caregiver. This was the only time I have ever felt any great emotion. As I was pulled away from the only person I loved, she slipped a heart shaped locket in my grasping hand. To this day I hide the locket under my tunic to soothe my weary soul.
By Sara Luft5 years ago in Fiction
Red
It was warm inside the wolf and the darkness around her was a comforting thing that held her in a soft embrace like a summer’s night. Here she could drift off if she allowed it, could lose herself in the warm, dark oblivion that whispered sweet promises of ease and forgotten troubles.
By Aisling Door5 years ago in Fiction
A memory power
It is said that when a child is born, he is the most innocent thing in the world, but with life factors and circumstances, the worst part of him comes out and loses that innocence forever... And in my story, I was able to testify to the darkest aspects of human beings.
By Kristina bekhit5 years ago in Fiction
The Confession
Being shoved into a small brown confessional was not how I wanted to start my day. The makeshift room was dark, and the only light that could be seen was a small candle resting on a stump. A single chair was placed next to the earthly table and the two guards escorting me forced me into it. Once I was seated, the two robed wardens tied my arms behind my back and then wrapped my feet as well. When they finished, one of the guards knocked on the wall in front of me and a piece of it slid to the side revealing a masked figure behind a wall of mesh.
By Josh Ripperger5 years ago in Fiction
The split
Emptiness, I feel it again. It wakes me up naturally like most mornings before the sun is even out. Rita’s bed across the room is empty as usual. The chief surgeon of this hospital would be up before dawn to work wouldn’t she? I climb out of bed to get ready for the day. For this half life I’ve only known for the past three months.
By akariah5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Days
Nobody talks about how society fell. Not anymore. At first it was all anyone would or could talk about, pointing fingers and placing the blame. Blaming anyone and everyone in a vain attempt to put the world back on track, but it wasn’t anyone’s fault, not really. Our society was bound to break at some point. Still, we were all surprised when it finally happened.
By Sydney Fucito5 years ago in Fiction