Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
What Has Come
Breathe, just breathe..... The antique gas mask seemed to be permanently fixed to my face as I moved silently through the thick layer of smoke that never went away. Blackened trees of towering heights stretched dead, gnarled limbs to the always gray sky, too stubborn to completely give up. The trees in this district reminded me so much of what was left of the human race.
By Luci Allen5 years ago in Fiction
the Care Giver
The woman enters the office and sits down across from Dr. Eldinor, the Care Giver. Dr. Eldinor is wearing a black dress that stands sharp against the white chair, the white walls, and the white examination table, in the same way that her hair, pulled back tightly, sharpens her flawless features.
By Valerie Ngai5 years ago in Fiction
Memory in the Fog
Dear diary, it’s Harmony again with an update and a gripe. You would think that after thirteen years of dressing myself, I would get used to the process. I am fifteen years old and honestly there are days that I don't feel like I can manage it by myself. Remember me telling you about Faith? She is five years older and it still takes her longer to get ready. So that is something I guess. All I want to do is run to the Grocery for rations. I don’t think I will ever get used to wearing this gear. It feels heavier the longer you wear it and it really starts to rub the insides of my legs as I walk. I want to be done with the boots too! Ugh, the boots! They are the worst thing EVER CREATED! They hurt, and they are so ugly. Come on!!
By Sara Gamble5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Tomorrow
An old woman clapped her hands in joy, in union with children, women and men of their clan. A curly haired, twelve-year-old girl stepped down from a stage. She had them laughing. As the merriment ebbed, the old woman, seated at the rear of the throng, rose with effort. All readjusted their seating, smiling, with rising anticipation of the storyteller to come. The old woman moved steadily through the crowd patting a head here, bestowing a loving kiss there. She picked up a newborn, placed a red love-shaped locket around the baby’s neck. She paused, then presented the baby to the congregation. Amidst explosive applause, many were brought to tears.
By Cynthia L Jenkins5 years ago in Fiction
Ground Zero
The year is 2019, June 21st in Des Moines, IA. An African American man, ~25 years of age, is standing front row in a dark hole-in-the-wall bar in awe of a cover band singing The Beatles. The hanging lights are awkwardly spaced from each other with a bar sitting to the left side with a broken neon sign placed in the center. Each member of the band is smiling exuberantly wearing this fancy, gold plated, mechanical heart implants in the front of their chests glowing a bright, red light.
By Joe Swilley5 years ago in Fiction
The Burden
The Burden “Brush it off and let’s keep moving. You haven’t found anything worth keeping yet, and I don’t expect you will here.” Sir Henry sternly stated to the youngest member of our group, Banner, as he strode towards the meeting point at the river’s edge. Named after the first piece of old history he had tried to bring along with us, banner had an eye for anything that could not be used in any practical way. In this instance, the 11 year old boy stood upright with his head hung straight down contemplating what to do with his discovery. A dull golden locket, complete with a hinge to both protect whatever is inside, and to allow access at viewing said object.
By Kevin Stockwell5 years ago in Fiction
The Unknown Artifact
The announcement played on the hour, every hour, every day. “You are on day 261 (out of 265) to bring me the Peace Manifesto from the Eagle. If I do not have her in five, you will burn.” We were burning anyway; our country was attacked daily from all sides; ambushed by land, air, and sea. Our own soldiers turned against us. The United States was falling. The glory of the once mighty Empire of the Eagle was coming to an end. Politicians exchanged threats and money to no avail; citizens pleaded for their lives. There was only one entity that could save them all, a child, a girl, or so we were told.
By Kathy Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
Greg
"Ahhhh!!!!, Ruuun, Kill It!!!". If you repeat this over a billion times, then you will know what it is like to be me. Who am I? I am glad you asked. Not many people do…all I hear is either "Ahhh!, Ruun!", or "kill it". Sometimes separately but most of the time it is all three at once…..Sigh, oh yes, me.
By Joshua Boville5 years ago in Fiction
Crimson Heart
Delilah was hidden deep in the shadows of the heavily populated Crimson Heights. She was following a fellow mage. She was part of the security detail of her clan. The Crimson Heart Clan. It was one of four. Back in 2045, scientist groups from around the world decided to look into the four elements to save the earth from demise. Global warming has destroyed all of Australia and melted the ice caps causing the oceans rise. Millions of people died. Along the way they discovered certain people could wield the power of the elements. Her powers derived from fire. Hence the Crimson Hearts, mages of fire.
By Melissa Goswick5 years ago in Fiction
