Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Trees Swallowed the World
Grandma dreamed the trees would swallow her, so she slept in the attic. That’s what we called it, Grandma’s room. It was a metal box, caught up in the middle of the canopy, caged in by twisting branches. It used to be a mobile lab, a long time ago, before the Growing. We could tell because there were still a handful of beakers and test tubes that hadn’t broken. We just used them as cups.
By Umbrella Jack5 years ago in Fiction
To See The Sun
The perpetual darkness knew no end as the withering willows passed by in hazy blurs. Beautiful unending black that swallowed the features of the surrounding area, there was no way to tell in what direction lied solace. For there was no guide, nor help to be given. Boots hit the ground with misguided steps, each turn was met with the sounds of pain or discomfort as they tried to run deeper and deeper into the shadows. Slowly, the steps began to dissipate and before long they turned into a lumbering trudge through the grimy umbral wasteland.
By Micah Newsome5 years ago in Fiction
Be On Notice
It’s a too tired cliche that the world won’t end with a bang, but a whimper. No one really even noticed how few babies were being born. Oh sure, there were headlines about it but no one ever paid attention to those unless it was about politics or someone getting hurt. Or sometimes, in rare cases, when a celebrity tweeted about it.
By Jay Marentay5 years ago in Fiction
Cherry Blossoms
Ash lined the sidewalk like snow. Cass could remember a time when there was snow. It had been cold and clean and fluttered in the wind, caught on eyelashes and the branches of the trees that lined the driveway. After the snow had been the thaw, where rivulets of clean, cold water had formed snaking lines down the grass like a tree’s roots when it was pulled up, exposing the dark earth clumped into them. After the thaw came spring, the cherry blossoms would bloom down the lane. When the blossoms detached, blowing in the wind to coat the ground like the snow had in piles and drifts down the lane, Cass had always known that’s when it would be time to leave.
By Tessa Miskovsky5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #32 Time to meet the Women hovering
You race back to the lodge looking for Jordan, running into her in the hallway, “Jordan perfect I was just looking for you there is a woman outside that I believe is a ghost! Come with me please I don’t want to follow her alone.” Jordan hesitates a little bit, ”I’m not sure if I want to meet a ghost. Oh, sure, why not? Let’s go. What's the worst that can happen, right?”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #11 Meeting a Ghost with Jordan!! Have Fun!
Wholly crap, Jordan agreed to go with you to meet a Ghost, how amazing is that? You thought it would take a lot to convince her to go back and meet the Ghost! Instead, here you guys are, running for the Lodge, Jordan right next to you. You are more than thrilled that Jordan is willing to come with you to check out this possible ghost. Okay, come on now, let us get real here, you know she is a ghost, and you are just too damn scared to go back there by yourself!
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Emergence
I had heard about the Wars. That they were the reason so many people were starving, and the world was burning. This was not my experience though. I had lived my entire life inside the military base where my parents served as high-ranking members of the Global Military echelon. My friends and I were insulated from the world outside, with everything provided for us...food, water, housing, even a Commons where we could play and spend time together. What very little we heard about the outside world as it exists now was easily akin to a scary story told for the thrill and novelty of it. That was, until today. Today, I was ripped from that comfortable chrysalis into the horrible reality of the world outside.
By Rachel Taylor5 years ago in Fiction
Echoes
The clatter of debris being tossed aside filled the air as she searched the ruins of an old house, scavenging for anything that might be valuable enough to trade. She was growing more frustrated by the minute. This was the fourth house El had searched today and she'd had very little luck. A few old dishes and bits of silverware were about the extent of it. Things she would likely use herself. Everything else seemed to have been picked clean by others before she got here.
By Erin Souvign5 years ago in Fiction
