Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Foundation
I didn't know it, when I first stepped off the neglected dirt pathway, through the rickety old gate, and into the overgrown garden, but I was stepping back in time. I was entering a world where love had lived, where love had pushed through the hard surface of a resistant heart and change the structure of a universe.
By Kristena Mears5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Amelioration
Chapter 1 Ethan Approaching the landing that leads towards Ataraxis's palace, I couldn't help but recognize how they earned their Name. Once stepping on the pristine Cream white stone, which was said to have a rare gem sprinkled in to magnify your inner peace, is when you felt as though you walked on air. Every step further into the city left you forgetting any hardships congesting your thoughts.
By Bobby Jackson 5 years ago in Fiction
The Upheaval
The screams were only muted now, not silent. The red-haired woman couldn't see anything through the haze of dust that filled the air. It could have been from great chasms that had ripped through the ground or from the buildings crumbling on the heads of the people pouring out doorways. Maybe it was both.
By Meredith Dove 5 years ago in Fiction
The Promise Land
A lone candle flickered and danced in the damp down draft, while encompassed in darkness a figure sat. It was a strong, yet weathered man covered from head to toe in a tan leathered hide. He was a barge, with broad shoulders and a widened girth. His face was red and round with two beady brown marbles resting below bushy brows deep in their wrinkled folds. His turnip nose caved in with dents, his cheeks were pocky and burnt, and his pursed mouth hid within a grey walrus moustache and an uneven, poorly manicured beard. He had thick stubs for fingers which were bloodied and stained. His nailbeds and teeth were deteriorating- most chipped, cracked and broken, and many missing altogether. His course skin was tinged an olive green with shimmering gold flakes, and it was hardened, much like the leather he wore himself.
By Carissa Brown5 years ago in Fiction
JUST BECAUSE THE EARTH STOPED SPINNING
Just because the world stops spinning doesn't mean we have to die. I don't know about you, but I'm a fighter when it comes to my life. Take for example my good neighbor Boston Earl. The old prick is ninety-one, but he ain't given up either. When the water ran out last we for nearly half the block, old Earl got out his old Ford truck of his, which still had gas in it, and we drove for nearly half a mile to a water pumping station where they was handing out bottled water and letting use fill up tubs and buckets and he and I loaded on as much as his truck can carry, and came back and passed it out to all the kind folks.
By Jyme Pride5 years ago in Fiction
The Glass Castle
I have seen a glass castle, next to a hill, on the edge of a precipice. I know you have seen it, too. If you stand still, it’s a sight that you can’t miss. When the sun is still shining, and the light is poured in, light abounds still more, but when the dark is abounding, darkness does, too, and permeate all of its floors. And this, dear listener – for readers read books, but listeners hear stories - this is a story of the dark, and the darkness, and darker things still. Don’t let that scare you away, if there are things that can scare people these days, because darkness is not darkness without the light at the end of the tunnel. But enough of me and what I have seen.
By Wordhammer 5 years ago in Fiction
The Girl with the Green Eyes
Tick… Tick… Tick… Tick. A large, handsome Grandfather clock ticks the time forward. A moot point in my opinion. The need for keeping time is long gone. The world is baron, crops have all but died and potable water is becoming increasingly rare. I survived this long…I’ll never know how. Maybe I’m just too stubborn to die, or maybe I was left behind by whatever God let all this happen, or maybe I just slipped past his gaze.
By Tabby Ashworth5 years ago in Fiction
Destruction
I gasped for breath; in the darkness I could barely make out the edges of the rubble crushing down on my chest. I could feel the warm streams of blood running across my face. Every breath was labored, and I could feel the dust biting into my throat with every inhale. I wanted to cough but I could not the rubble was so heavy against me. As my other senses started to work, I could hear the sharp screams in the distance cutting through the rubble, energy weapons firing and crackling amidst the dwindling screams. The only thing I could think about was how I needed to survive not only for myself, but for my parents. I struggled to lift my head from the sharp stone beneath me only to glance down at my palm, in the dim light I could barely make out the heart shaped locket my father had left in my hands only moments before they came. I found myself trying so hard to move but I could not, the rubble pushed deeper into my stomach as I tried to wiggle out of it, I could feel it biting deeper into my body. With every movement the rubble was crushing me along with my hope to escape.
By Liz Yournameisntliz5 years ago in Fiction
