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Most recently published stories in Fiction.
His Rose
The sounds of twigs snapping, echo through the woods. Worn leather boots make a pathway of smushed grass and flattened leaves as Edwin continues to survey his surroundings. The sounds of loose leaves moving through the trees deeper into the woods, loud insects looking for a fellow lonely soul, and the smell of wet grass, all just background for Edwin as he focuses his senses to find what he’s looking for.
By Pseudo Nym5 years ago in Fiction
Void
There was a time, all but forgotten now, when the world was dominated by technology. The people relied on these advanced devices for everything from health to transportation to entertainment. A weapon that could take away this power of the people would have meant the destruction of their world. But, the very thing that led to their advancement as a civilization was also what was destroying the world they lived in. Poison was released into the atmosphere daily because of these devices. Eventually, the land they thrived on would no longer be there to support them, so the human race adapted.
By Molly Gross5 years ago in Fiction
Field Test
Allen sat by the window staring out through grimy glass to a scorched sky as lighting crackled through the atmosphere. He sighed deeply as he laid his head back and closed his eyes. Reoccurring images played through his exhausted mind. They always played the same, one horrible event after another.
By Cory Beaudry5 years ago in Fiction
Dystopian.No.More.
Upon I laid my eyes, A tattered page that was blowing in the wind. I was surprised that these things still existed. A thicker paper, not quite like cardstock—but enough to surprisingly not be taken by the elements. The pen, an Acid-free and Archival ink—it was not faded in the Sun!! To my Surprise, a lovely Rounded corner of The—Likely, UnForgotten—Journal waved in the Wind, my All-Weather Gloves Held on Tight as I turned to Block it From The Wind.
By Jana Cooksey 5 years ago in Fiction
The Very Last Page
The Very Last Page By Barry Hess Wallace was one of those people who kept mostly to himself. He did his accounting job in the city well enough. He wasn’t a superstar, but his production was more than adequate to secure his employment. His weekends were free of worry, and he made good use of them. More than anything else he enjoyed camping alone in the forests of New England. He was especially fond of northern New Hampshire. There was something about the smell; the sheer beauty Mother Nature offered; and the moist chill in the air that just can’t be experienced anywhere else in the World. He spent almost every weekend in the woods, somewhere.
By Barry Hess5 years ago in Fiction
Everything
Freya tossed her backpack onto the ground and sat with her back against the abandoned car. She peered around the front of it, her eyes scanning the city skyline. She couldn’t help noticing the gaps where buildings had collapsed. It reminded her of a toothless grimace.
By Kristin D. Walcott5 years ago in Fiction
Where I Was the Day the Students Turned
I was leaving my Zumba at the Park class when some teenagers ran laughing up the stairs to the footbridge over the Arroyo Freeway. Each of them cradled a big rock like a baby. It was weird— them being there and not in school— so I kept watching. I thought they would cross to the parks on the other side of the Freeway and the Arroyo, but instead, they stopped halfway across the footbridge. Three of them raised their arms slowly, then threw their rocks over the fence and down into traffic. I didn’t understand what I was seeing until I heard the smashing sounds and honking, and then a bunch of crashes. A dust cloud rose. I heard long, drawn-out sounds of a rollover. Someone screamed. I crossed myself. The kids cheered, then moved above the northbound lanes. The few who still had their rocks did the same thing all over again. There were more horrible crashing sounds, so I finally shouted at them. I said, “Stop! Hey, stop! What are you doing?” But it was way too late for that, and they didn’t hear me, anyway.
By Philip Canterbury5 years ago in Fiction
FIREPROOF
The blazing sun was slowly easing its oppressive grip on the air, but Casey decided it wasn't yet safe enough to leave her burrow to begin her nightly gardening. She pulled the insulated cover back over the burrow's opening and slid back out of the encroaching clutches of heat radiating from the opening into the much cooler depths of her burrow.
By Christian Kuhlman5 years ago in Fiction
Final Decision
Breathless with terror, she entered the courthouse using the badge she was given. Twenty-seven-year-old Laura Jenkins, pregnant mom of one didn’t know what to do. She bypassed the metal detectors and X-ray machines, a privilege given to grand jurors. She headed up to level four of the courthouse where the grand jury convened.
By Jen Mearns5 years ago in Fiction
