Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Tree of Hearts
Burgundy and violet were the two colors of my wife’s hair. She was a creative artistic woman that I’d had the pleasure of loving and spending 5 years with. If I concentrate hard enough while closing my eyes, I can still hear her laugh. Loud and boisterous you could hear it from anywhere in the house. No one had a laugh like my wife, no one. It was hers and hers alone. If you heard it, you knew it was hers instantly.
By Mandy Raquel5 years ago in Fiction
Stump In The Night
Ah fresh air, countryside, and a promise of witnessing one of life’s true marvels. Nice and simple. No wizards, no flickering fires and definitely nothing bizarre lingering around by ever so slightly escaping my peripheral sight. A well-earned slice of relaxation heading my way without the faintest possibility of abnormalities to follow foot. Four days, that’s all it took for me to seek refuge from the chaotic nature of Melbourne. Tasmania, here I come.
By Samuel Fletcher5 years ago in Fiction
Monsters, Hunters, and Mothers
There was a whole world underneath us. We hadn’t expected that. When the war started, so did the digging. They dug deep into the earth, all over the country, to awaken beings that had been sleeping there, for years and years and years, they told us, waiting for this moment. The moment was a world war and to continue as a superpower country, as a country that thinks they can’t be harmed, our president said,
By Kailey Brennan5 years ago in Fiction
Bloodstained Lily
Chapter 1 - Pilot *April, 2027* Emptiness - the once bustling main road that lead south of the city centre had become a mirror image of a ghost town, no life left. Only death and silence - not the peaceful sort, but rather the kind of silence that almost leaves you gasping for air. A silence so petrifying that one small exhale could become the difference between life and loss.
By Claire Gailer5 years ago in Fiction
How to Create Utopia
My dearest Adrian. I am scratching out this letter purely for the sake of posterity. CORDULA would never permit you to read this even if I had the courage to send it. You have no doubt heard many things about me over the last few months, and I will not lie to you – they are all probably true. I am not writing to defend myself, I understand I have not always been the best mother, nor have I been a good person. No, I am writing because it is important that I explain the truth about CORDULA. Even if this poorly scrawled letter will spend eternity mouldering in some old ruin.
By Ashley Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
The Departure
The elderly gentleman woke for the fifteenth time that night, or so it felt that way. He had not slept well for years, the cold grey walls seemed to press around him more and more with each passing day, the chill seeping into his soul. He stared up at the ceiling momentarily before leaving the warm stretcher bed behind, forcing his tired body to get dressed. His knees cracking in malcontent, the man staggered to the bedroom door. Staring at the dull silver doorknob that led out of the bedroom, the man took a shaky breath. He gazed solemnly at his hands for a moment, the arthritis that crept into his joints seemed to be the only thriving thing in this bunker.
By Shannara Wall5 years ago in Fiction
Perma.
Early mornings could be fatal. Often, around three am when the chill was at its sharpest, those ill prepared would be cut by the night. It was not uncommon for Darius to look out of his kitchen window to see the bodies of those who’d made it past his fences, only to reach part way before falling. The fog would clear at six or seven revealing their slumped figures under mounds of frost. Shame, Darius would think, dragging the frozen piles and heaping them on top of the others; waste of good compost, that.
By Lorien Perinotto5 years ago in Fiction
The Dangers of the Heart.
“They used to believe I would hold their love for them, as I am a monument of all that is love. But human beings are strange things. They seem to forget that hearts hold just as much destruction as they do life, just as lockets hold as much forgetfulness as they do memories. I am more than just flesh, I am the metal that binds my soul to the chambers of love. I am more than just blood, I am the memories that fill my veins, the ashes that long to be burnt once more. And when the ashes burn, when the metal melts, the sun will find shade in my destruction. I will blaze louder than a heartbreak, I will flame brighter than a kiss. And I will ruin them. I will ruin them all. For a heart shaped locket may seem fragile at first, but it is the heart that beats stronger than a love ever could.”
By Lara Lucas 5 years ago in Fiction
Red Dawn
A loud blare made Andrea jolt in her spot as she climbed the rusty fire escape of a five story apartment block in what used to be called Brooklyn. She knew there was no point in looking over to see the Guard patrolling the streets, with their stone-cold expressions and guns, their faces eerily human. Yet she couldn’t help herself from peering over her shoulder as she tightened her grip on the ramp, her heart still racing from the sudden blare of the curfew alarm. It reminded everyone there was only an hour left before they started taking everyone who dared to walk outside past curfew into custody.
By Yordanka Yordanova5 years ago in Fiction
