Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Last Breath
Silent and still, the ocean before them lays. It looks long dead if it wasn’t for the small struggling waves lapping at their feet. Each wave burdened with salt and sand reaching desperately for the shore and heavily retreating, out of breath and dying.
By Francesca Von Schreibern5 years ago in Fiction
Freedoms Alley
They have made soldiers a out of us. The weary, the peacekeepers, the writers, artists, and thieves. Plates of molten injustice run in rivets down my back.The metal symmetrys and soft muted colors have blurred into one and replaced the fine adjustable lines of variance and democracy. My name is Jonothan.
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Fiction
The Genius
Martin trundled the old Transit van through the township. There was a rattle above him as the boots of some poor decrepit corpses hung across the street, bounced along the roof of the cabin. He stuck his head out of the window and caught sight of the familiar crest of the Luddi People’s Republic. Martin tutted loudly, and shaking his head pontificated to no-one, “Well, that’s what you get…seceding from the web. What a bunch of cunts.” He spat a great globule of oily spittle out of the window, hacking afterwards, the remnants of the ant mother burrito still churning around his mouth since lunch, soaking into his beard. He wiped his face, rubbing his hand on the leather tactical waistcoat.
By Jonathan Heath5 years ago in Fiction
Bound
Bound. That's what they call it? How could anyone ever what to stay in this atmosphere? This is a suffocating, shameful servitude. Once a family member accepts the terms, the rest of his or her descendants are forever in a clan. Those who are in this situation call it degrading. Then there is me. I do not seem to fit in any of this confusion. I, Zapphire, am in another kind. What kind of mother and father would send their daughter to live with these monster? When you are called on, no matter what you are doing you answer. It did not matter if you were in the middle of. Dying? Nope, not when you were theirs. This, a lot of the time ended with half-breeds being born. They would have some variation of the clan's trademark eyes, and sometimes they might even be born with a gift. Half-breeds were usually the ones that were called upon when witches attacked. Their blood was stronger than their human parent or other family members. It enhanced the vampire's own abilities. Oh, but don't worry the humans were allowed to replenish the dewindled human numbers, should no new ones be found.
By Cody Kennedy5 years ago in Fiction
The Dragonflies on Goosebay
Skye walked along the waterfront near the boats. She knew she had the locket before she set the traps that morning... she must have dropped it when she pulled the boat to shore. The locket was a gift from her Dad to her Mom before she was born. Her Mom gave it to her when she was only 6 years old. Her Mom was going to go look for her Dad. Neither came back. Her Mom had made her promise to be good and always obey her Uncle Brandon. They had all come to Goosebay before she was born.
By Cindy Piper5 years ago in Fiction
Dragons and knights, witches and metaphoric princes
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence( the immortal words of the Luther Vandross song), I loved fairytales. Or maybe I just loved the idea of living vicariously through all the adventures (good and not so good) of the many characters.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Fiction
LOST LOVE FOUND----
Ava Marie woke up to another hot, humid morning. The sheets were wet from sweating all night. After the devastating, horrific war, there was very little in the way of comforts left for mankind. Ava Marie hated wars and all the men that created them. She always wondered just what the purpose of sending good men off to get shot at or to shoot at others, just what was that supposed to accomplish? When she learned that all one person had to do to end life on earth was to push a certain 'button', she thought how awful was that? All of our lives were hanging on the hopes that the magic 'button' would never be touched. However, in the year 2045, not one fool but two decided that they would push the 'button' to destroy a part of the world they didn't want to exist any longer. The only problem with that was another fool decided that he, too, wanted to rid certain countries off the face of the earth as well. No one ever thought they would push that button, but they did. What happened? They destroyed over half of the earth. The nuclear bombs not only destroyed all the water, earth, and over half the mountains where snow provided water, but it cremated humans where they were standing.
By Brenda Dean5 years ago in Fiction
