Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Love Eternal
Silence. Silence is all that remains now, and it reminds me of the day the bombs went off. The walls of the shelter were thick enough to block out the screams, but you could still hear the pounding on the thick, steel walls as people begged to be let in. To be saved. Pleading to be given at least one more day on this now forsaken planet.
By Luke DeWitt5 years ago in Fiction
Moments of Time
“It’s funny when you think about it. People, well humans if we want to be pedantic here, had the strangest habits when interacting with the world around them. From what we can tell, their brains were wired to be social, as in they just couldn’t survive without other humans around them to interact with. These aggressive social inclinations even included species other than themselves.
By James D'Annibale5 years ago in Fiction
Exit 39
He runs down the deserted highway with his tiny sister in his arms, his legs feeling like they are on fire. The hunters are not far behind, making his desperation grow even larger. It was not the smartest idea to steal from their camp, but they had no choice. Kate was starving, and the nights are only getting colder. They were desperate.
By Nick Vasquez5 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon
When the old dragon was angry, everyone was best off getting out of his way. The dragon was a stallion of many years, dark as night, mane and tail as untamed as the wind. In better years he had roamed the fields among the mares of the Outlier settlement known by its people as Guldrith. However, in recent months the old dragon had become a hazard, striking at the unwary, going against his strict training, seeking out the geldings in their yards, and biting them over the fence when they wandered too close.
By E.B. Mahoney5 years ago in Fiction
Contact Tracer
Janice coughed behind her mask and they shot her. Slumping to a defeated heap upon the 1.5 metre social distance sticker she occupied. All I could hear was the whistling of the peak hour city rail train and the business as usual monotone of the train carriage announcer “masks are mandatory on all railway trains and platforms. Non-compliance will not be tolerated”. I never knew why or how I became this way but all I knew was that when shit hit the proverbial fan I sprung into action. Some people freeze. Turned to stone by shock or a synapse overload of conscious decisions. But me, my hands just start working, as if I were brushing my teeth or turning on the television.
By Natasha Minas5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Self
“I’ve heard enough of this nonsense!” I cried. I ran into my room. I knew it would be my safe place but even there I no longer felt peace and tranquility. I slammed the door to break the voices in my head. I breathe and feel my lungs work like a faulty filter struggling to clear my mind. I begin to choke. I throw myself onto the bed with frustration because I want to move about but I want to do nothing at all. What was once comfortable now feels like a lump of sand. I needed control and I have lost that.
By Sophia Baez5 years ago in Fiction
Harper's Ferry
The randomly scheduled sirens began sounding around 2am and we headed to the basement to await the “all clear” which usually meant we’d be down there at least 4 hours. As we huddled together on the old couch that once was part of our Livingroom set we tried to close our eyes and go back to sleep, but for me it was impossible. My mind was racing with worry because I wasn’t sure when I’d get another chance to slip into the old fort which had been locked. A poster with “no trespassing” was plastered across the boarded front door like all non-essential buildings in the village since the Nuclear EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse) had crippled America’s electronics on a massive scale including the power grid, phone, internet lines and every other electronic infrastructure. So, I was going “old school” in order to look for information which could be the key to discovering the origin of the old locket I’d found.
By Helen Krieger5 years ago in Fiction
Star House
“It doesn’t exist, kid,” yelled Hawk, “Now activate your cocoon!” Comet touched the forearm-panel of her mega-suit. The dark face shield sealed her from the world. The last thing she saw would haunt her for the rest of her life, Lorin punching her panel frantically.
By John Dzurko5 years ago in Fiction
Trinket
The Market was often described as cruel, but really it was unfeeling. Every day Eva logged on to the app with her phone to check the AM opportunities. One could choose either online or live; Eva preferred the former because she had a hard time being social, but the morning was always rife with live shifts. She selected delivery and the timer started counting down. She had fourteen minutes to get to the truck before her shift would go to someone else and she would earn a strike.
By Dylan James Harper5 years ago in Fiction
My Master
2nd Street had always been 2nd Street. 1st Street had been renamed for one of the Kings, 3rd and 4th for some Lord General or other, and even 7th was no longer 7th, as it was renamed for Mayor Lyfmaker. 2nd Street was still only 2nd Street, but not for a lack of renaming options. Jewel Boulevard had been proposed and, I am told by my Master, names as variable as Diamond Street, Gem Avenue, and Gold Road had also been broached and dismissed in their turn. During the heyday of the City, 2nd Street had been the “Jewelry Quarter”. No government buildings gilded 2nd Street, no bankers or stockjobbers conducted their trade on its’ pavement, but anybody who was anyone visited the majestic gleaming shops that graced 2nd Street. The shop names: Rademacher, Francois, Fitzroy, Kit, Fall, and Gersh, to name only the most famous, resonate beauty, high fashion, wealth, and the heart of the social hierarchy, even in this dreary age where they are almost, but not quite, forgotten.
By Enoch J Rhodes5 years ago in Fiction
