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Most recently published stories in Fiction.

To the End
The woman used her entire body to force the doorway of the back entrance open, the momentum of her shove sending her sprawling onto the warm concrete outside. As she slammed hard against the ground her vision turned black. Her stomach twisted. Blindness. She’d seen some of them with milky pupils. She’d always hated them the most, hated what they represented, the idea that she could lose the only tool she’d ever known that had connected her to the world. Even in death this was reprehensible. If one could even call it death.
By R. S.5 years ago in Fiction
The Grove
I could feel my heart beating. What does that mean? Are our hearts beating in sync? I wondered. I looked across the table at Ari trying, futilely I might add, to gain answers to my questions.
By Isabelle Ford5 years ago in Fiction
Cherie
Cherie was a petite fair-haired blue-eyed curious girl. That was exactly the opposite of what The Council wanted of its' youth. They wanted conformers, people who wanted to "be a part of something bigger," they said.
By Jilllian Jacobson5 years ago in Fiction
Heart and Lungs
I breathe in deeply, the crisp outdoor air hitting the back of my throat, startling and abrasive - an insult. Winter is coming. Frost has been forming on the tips of grass for the last few days, ruining the last of the edible plants.
By Rachel Top5 years ago in Fiction
The Girl in the Heart-Shaped Locket
Day… I no longer know the date. There is no need to know what date or day of the week it is anymore. I know it’s summer – I can tell that because of the oppressive heat and the hours of daylight. These days, the only sort of time you need to be aware of is the coming of the dark.
By Ross Stewart5 years ago in Fiction
A Heart Divided
The house is dark and silent. The doors are locked, the windows darkened, and it's difficult to gauge how early I've awakened in the resulting abyss that swims before my opened eyes. This darkness that surrounds me is absolute. Not like the dimming of the sky as the day progresses, or the arrival of the curfewed night. This inky blackness seems to stain me with its weight. So complete I cannot fathom any source or degree of light that might be capable of piercing through.
By Lory R.5 years ago in Fiction
Passing On
The woman shuffles along the road, looking like someone who hasn’t slept in days. She sways gently as she meanders up the road, ignoring scattered rubbish and debris. Kit follows her on dampened feet. She at least is more wary of the trash lest she draw attention to herself. The wandering woman pauses and tilts her head back. Kit darts in, drawing her weapon from the sheath on her chest. Before the woman can turn fully, the six inch ice pick is embedded firmly in her ear. Her cry is aborted and her limbs twitch but Kit wraps her arms around them.
By Raechel Hudson5 years ago in Fiction
2096
He was covered in blood and green luminescent biofluid. They trickled down his face. Mixed with his sweat and dripped onto the floor. Each drop adding to the pool that had formed around him. Luckily, most of it wasn’t his.
By Omar Schrayter5 years ago in Fiction
The End
All it took was a single heart shaped locket; that was what ended the world. The ship had crashed in the middle of New York City. There was no denying what had happened. Extraterrestrials were real and they had come to Earth. That would have been enough to have scientists and the world in an uproar. The bodies themselves could only be identified by their bones, but what took it from madness to true insanity was the heart shaped locket. The one thing that had survived in a truly whole state clutched in tightly to one of the bodies. When it was found it wasn’t of some far off world. The two pictures inside were of a family very much on Earth, in a McDonald’s of all places. Extraterrestrials weren’t just visiting, they were living on Earth.
By Justin M McGranahan5 years ago in Fiction
The Boots
Rain slaps the top of the young woman’s hood, sliding between her back and tattered bag as she makes her way through the ruins. Thick rivulets cover the ground and she has to move slowly to keep her footing. Her left boot sinks into the stew of rot and with a squelch, pops rhythmically back against her foot with each step. She must repair them tonight and look for a new pair on her next trip topside.
By Fig Tives5 years ago in Fiction
The Junior that Knew too Much
In the bushes, off to the side of the compound, Julie counted to herself, ‘1,2,3’ as she wiped the sweat from her brow. It was just before sunset, but the heat felt like midday. In the bushes, off to the side of the compound, Julie counted to herself, ‘1,2,3’ as she wiped the sweat from her brow. It was just before sunset, but the heat felt like midday.
By April Innes5 years ago in Fiction
Not So Easy
Looming over, seemingly everything, the bright, brooding moon sat comfortably in the sky. The light grey clouds couldn’t block its oppressive glare on the long ago abandoned rural town... on the forgotten graveyard. A bone chilling silence consumed everything, eerily holding back any noise. Instead you could practically hear the panic, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife, the deafening lack of any noise that could be registered by the human ear. The sun had long since left behind the town, abandoning it into a dim, starless existence. What could have elapsed into a pleasant setting was now a fearful place riddled with shadows and emptiness...
By Indie Warren5 years ago in Fiction