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Most recently published stories in Fiction.
No Rest
“RUN!”, Demarko screamed towards his wife, Julia, in dying pain as the clan of savage cannibals chase them both. The couple ran for dear life, fighting off each clan member that tried to kill them while haphazardly swinging machetes towards the couple. Each new swing yielded closer results towards the goal of cutting through the thick patchwork shields that our two outsiders presented.
By Brandon Bowman5 years ago in Fiction
I Am Left
They told us that the earth was dying. Humanity had so greedily plundered mother nature of her resources that soon there would be nothing left but dust and ash. They told us though that they had a solution, a means to save the earth and its inhabitants from choking themselves to death. In our fear we listened. They called themselves the Alliance for the Preservation of Earth and Humanity. No one quite remembers from where they came but it only took them months to have the ears of every major world power around the globe. They said they had conclusive evidence that if the population growth of the world continued on its current catastrophic trajectory, the world’s resources would be 95% depleted in less than 150 years. No one thought to question them. We hung on to their every, hypnotic word like a bunch of pathetic marionettes, letting them reprogram our very thoughts as if we were mindless robots. Though in a sense most of us had become almost robotic, devoid of emotions and compassion, driven solely by an animalistic instinct for survival. To kill or to be killed.
By Samuel Whittaker5 years ago in Fiction
Memories Lost
Raindrops fell upon the city streets. It was a downpour cut through by a lone figure who was running, Caleb had Orderlies on his tail. The tall gaunt figures were following the young man, their black robes soaked by the deluge of rain. Reaching for his jacket pocket, Caleb retrieved a small handgun. He wouldn’t be able to aim in his current state of escape or with the trinket he clutched tightly in his right hand but just having it handy made him feel safer. He could hear their footsteps against the wet concrete and asphalt behind him as he quickly took a left turn down an alley. He was headed for Old Town. While it wasn’t safe due to the nests of Night Prowlers It would keep the Orderlies at bay at least for a short time. The concrete below him became more weathered and broken, Cracks filling with the rainwater. Every step now made a splash. Caleb went to take a right turn but as his foot came down it landed on a loose piece of asphalt which came loose causing him to trip. He curled up and tumbled into the alley crashing into an old garbage can.
By Nicholas Delli Santi5 years ago in Fiction
Revenge
“Shhh. It will be ok. It will all be ok,” A man’s voice called out in the darkness. For a moment, everything was black around Samantha, except for a man standing just off in the distance. It was difficult to tell if it was the darkness itself that was creating the enormous pressure or something inside it. Around her the sound of birds singing a cheerful tune echoed softly, as if coming through a long tunnel. Samantha began to wake slowly, her head turning back and forth as she was being pulled out of her nightmare.
By Jerrett Acker-Mohr5 years ago in Fiction
The Crow and the Locket
Wind whistled through the empty streets, driving a tumbleweed past rusted hulls of abandoned cars coated heavy with dust. A female crow cawed from a rooftop, calling to the ruins. Nothing but the wind answered her back. She opened her wings and circled around, hunting for something to bring back. A glint from the city streets caught her eye and she tilted her wings, diving to the ground.
By Sara Price5 years ago in Fiction
Below Blue Skies
Irene Scott stepped out of the dim and grey confines of her ground floor unit and into a sun-soaked gust of spring air. It never ceased to amaze her, in her seventy-seven years of life, that days like this one still occurred. Warm, dry, and radiant. She could smell the earth beneath her feet, the concrete apartment blocks baking in the sun, and ever so faintly the scent of flowers in bloom, blown by the wind from some far-off place. The natural elements beamed with sheer happiness. Such a stark contrast in disposition to the one million residents of the City of Newland.
By Rose Davies5 years ago in Fiction
Humanity's Extinction
I remember when the world government announced the extermination of humanity within 24 hours. The cause wasn't a meteorite, an extra-terrestrial invasion, or a world-wide nuclear frenzy between countries. It was a conscious decision made by the world government for population control and "the good of the planet." A bioweapon had been engineered to directly obliterate mankind on an atomic level. No corpses or disease would remain from its victims. Their bodies would vanish, and the murder would be as clean as if they never existed in the first place.
By E.L. Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Death Over Guilt
Death over Guilt Five seconds. She sprints down Main Street, her heart beating outside her chest. Four seconds. She hits her Father’s study and swings inside the door. Three seconds. She lands in his lab research room to see her sister, Margot, holding a skinny vial of purple fluorescent liquid. Two seconds. She wipes the perspiration off of her forehead and begins to beg her sister to put the vial down. One second. Margot laughs at Eloise and lifts the vial to her mouth.
By Anna Strickland 5 years ago in Fiction
The Eviction Notice
Our first sign should have been when every television, computer, phone and tablet on the planet went rogue, displaying "YOUR PAYMENT IS PAST DUE. THIS IS YOUR FINAL NOTICE!" upon every screen. However, after conducting lengthy investigations, world leaders eventually decided that they had more pressing concerns than what appeared to be an incredible but harmless hack-job. As I stated from the beginning, and we’re all now aware, this would be a colossal mistake.
By Heather Odom5 years ago in Fiction
Strangers and Enemies
She walked outside being careful to observe the positioning of the sun, the clouds, and the sounds of wildlife. She had learned how to sense when the air wasn’t right. Nature seemed to shut down when the winds shifted in a dangerous direction. Even though she was miles away from the closest exclusion zone, being observant was the difference between surviving and a painful death, one that was dubbed The Bitter End, partially due to the excruciating pain its infected experienced, partially due to the bitter smell of those who were afflicted gave off once the toxins aggressively deconstructed their organs.
By Jamie Hubler5 years ago in Fiction
