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Most recently published stories in Fiction.

The Cradle of Broken Hearts
“There were those alive that day who still believed. They believed what we were told about Cradle, our city. “Our city.
By J.R. Kennedy5 years ago in Fiction
The Status Quo
The quiet of the night was so oppressive that every noise the courier made as she ran seemed magnified to her. Every footstep, every labored breath, every time she moved her auburn hair out of her eyes were as clear and echoing as a gunshot in the narrow aisle of industrial buildings. As she ducked into an alcove to catch her breath, her brown eyes darted about nervously. The corridors between metropolises were meant for official travel and logistic maintenance only; if any systems noticed her unauthorized presence, she could be offlined in moments. She checked her jammer and made sure it was still functioning, but this did little to comfort her. The idea that a split second glitch or battery failure could be the difference between a clear run and her demise hung over her head like a Sword of…
By Hill Burset5 years ago in Fiction
Asher Wells
It's just too perfect, Asher thought, as he smiled with a sinister grin. He stood on a rooftop of an abandoned apartment building overlooking the city. However, his focus was an empty warehouse just across the street from where he stood. Asher knew something of value rested inside that warehouse. So much so that he scaled every inch of the building for weeks. Asher knew every detail associated with the outside of the building. He formulated a well-laid plan to break into the building and steal whatever was inside.
By Josh Lea5 years ago in Fiction
Upended
I wonder if she would’ve loved me if the world hadn’t ended. That's the only thought that goes through my head as I survey the carnage before me. I'm still holding the stupid locket in my bloody hands.
By Jeanna Bre' Webb5 years ago in Fiction
Little Girl Saved
It was a dark and lonely night, as waves of sand rushed over me. My mouth was filled with silence, and my eyes had shut out the light. In my ears I could hear only ringing and rushing, ringing and rushing - the sounds of swirling winds and dehydration taking up space in my mind. The grit, oh the grit on my fingers!
By Kati Love5 years ago in Fiction
Restoring order
The year was 2522, I had enlisted myself on a mission to infiltrate the order, and find the legendary rumored Grimsmold.
By Michael Hughes 5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Death
It was 16 years ago when the world died. I was only 10 years old at the time, but I was old enough to know that the world was no longer the same. My family and I lived in a nice, small town in central Florida, nestled along the lakes on the east side of the center line of the state. I had grown up fishing, hunting, playing with my friends, riding our bikes, shooting hoops, and playing in the local Little League. It was a quiet, laid back, and easy-going type of existence. It was nice, I miss that boring life now.
By Clay Wilkinson5 years ago in Fiction
After the War
She moved through the rubble brushing the dirty tears from her face, she wondered out loud, how she would move forward. It is unfathomable, everything is gone, everyone is gone. Her orbit empty.
By Brenda Sue Caselton5 years ago in Fiction
And so, here we are!
Finished. Fatigued. Famished. All F words of how I really feel in this moment. Guess I should be used to it by now, but I cannot seem to really get a grip of this life. Nothing here makes sense anymore. There is barely water, no food, and a despair of humans to accommodate a party. How did I get so lucky, you asked? Well, I didn’t and that is the issue. If you are reading this, I found a hot tub during the drought and was able to send a message back to the year 2019 to tell people stop using the butter dispensers at the movie theater, that’s how we got in this situation. 2020 was just the beginning! All I remember is JuiceWRLD, Coronavirus, Elon Musk, Bat-shit crazy bats, goddamn mosquitos and everyone dying for popping a zit! I’m telling you people, stop with the butter! I know it taste good on that dryer sheet popcorn but it’s going to give you acne, then you’re going to want to pop those bumps, and if I have insinuated anything so far, DON’T POP THE BUMPS! You may think I am joking but this is no joke. Some goofball thought it would be cool to put some weird concoction in a bat. The bat got mad and started scratching and biting any and everybody in sight. These bats were making people drop like flies, which coincidently brought more flies!
By JusxJelly5 years ago in Fiction
Guarded
I remember that day the clearest. Waking up to my room, looking around before realizing it was the day I both dreaded to come and still couldn’t wait for. It wasn’t anything special, just time my family had set aside to spend together. This particular day was exciting, but I can honestly look back on that now and wish that this wasn’t the case. I remember how we greeted one another with a hug. We were so excited about our plans. While we didn’t always get along, we still loved these days we had together.
By C.E. Martini5 years ago in Fiction
A Heart
She clutched the locket by its chain in her hand, crying as she huddled in the corner of the demolished building. Her fire burned steadily, its small light the only thing keeping the cold of the night away. In another time, this would have been spring. Flowers blooming, birds singing, animals coming out of winter habitations, the world rising anew from the depths of winter like a phoenix rising from the ashes. This was no ordinary winter. The world had burned in the fires of a nuclear war and now there was no spring. No summer. No fall. Only winter. A world burned to the ground, deserted cities the only evidence that anything had ever lived. Of course, there were those like her. Survivors. Ones who had been in a shelter when the first nukes were launched. The “best of the best,” chosen in the years and decades prior to the war as the most fit to propagate humanity should an extinction event happen. She was not one of the ones in a bunker.
By Isaac Hallberg5 years ago in Fiction
WHAT HATE DESTROYED, LOVE WILL REMAKE
Ryla hit the ground with a hard thud as dust flew up all around. Without a second thought, her body flowed flawlessly through her oft-trained sequence of motions, kicking her feet in a circular motion as her body created momentum to spin her upright once more. In the process, her feet struck the assailant, and knocked him over.
By Mark Wesley Chidester5 years ago in Fiction