Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
In Civilization’s Wake
Pale knuckles gripped the steering wheel, laced with red and sparkling with slivers of windshield. Heat dried her tears before they could make their way down the flesh of her cheeks and rain pelted the wreckage, making a lazy attempt at soothing the flames.
By B. Townley - Modern Olympias5 years ago in Fiction
World in Monochrome
Sounds of a woman’s screams filled the sterile white room. A woman in labor. A woman with pure red skin. After one final wail, she gave birth to a baby with skin in shades of grey. The newborn was silent, deathly silent, barely breathing. The nurse quickly pulled up a familiar silver briefcase, and from within, she took a heart-shaped locket. A locket that everyone else in the room was wearing. She put it around the baby’s neck, it glowed red, and within seconds the baby was a bright shade of red, howling out the sounds of life, breathing rapidly. The nurse gently handed the baby back to the mother, and she began making noises and speaking gently to the newborn, trying to calm it. Eventually, the baby was quiet again, but the tension in the room was now gone, replaced by happiness and smiles. The slightly washed-out red of the mother’s skin became bright red, much like the baby’s, and she cried tears of joy. The father who had been standing nearby came over to kiss his wife and see his new daughter. The father’s skin began to brighten as well.
By Austin Sparks5 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Heart
Bang! The sounds of explosions wake everyone in the building. The only thought on my mind is that we are being attacked but who would dare do something like that. ‘Providence is one of the finer places since the Plague has taken over. We receive threats but we deal with them humanely’, I thought.
By Miguel Gonzalez5 years ago in Fiction
No Fear
The palm of my hand had a sharp indent where I clasped my mother’s necklace in my hand. I gripped it whenever I was afraid, and even after all these years alone, I still reached for the silver heart far oftener than I should. I had wished so many times that I was reaching for her strong hand, but it had been more years than I could track since I’d last seen her face.
By Sarah Pozmanter5 years ago in Fiction
The Underground
“What’s this?” I asked my grandmother, pointing to a bit of shining gold protruding from her apron pocket. She glanced down, and I saw her eyes widen. She shoved the piece out of sight. “Nothing, Amelie, nothing.” She didn’t make eye contact and instead stayed focused on the scenery slowly passing us by as the wagon rattled back and forth.
By Kendall Lambert5 years ago in Fiction
Him
I woke up again today. I find myself counting down the days until I don’t. Well, that's not accurate, I’m really just counting up to it, I guess. Unlike the cans of soup and old milk cartons I find throughout the storage rooms that have long been forgotten, I don’t have an expiration date. No ‘Best By’ mark, no stamp displaying the day I’ll belong in the bin. I roll over onto my side, the soft blankets moving with my body, cocooning me in cool, white cotton. My nose brushes against the nose of my bedfellow, our eyelines meeting. His eyes cast a dull glow, and he doesn’t respond to my movements. I wonder if he has one. An expiration date.
By Storm S. Cone5 years ago in Fiction
