Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
A Statue And Its Cat
On a dark, stormy night a downpour ensues. Thunder can be heard in the distance. A white cat runs in search of shelter. It runs past a bronze statue into a corner between a fence and shrubbery. A noise can be heard, like metal rustling. All of a sudden, the statue moves and steps down from its podium causing the sidewalk to crack under its metal foot.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
Aiken Park
Malcolm Bello met a girl from the inevitable future in one of his walks. Malcolm Bello walked in the morning. There weren’t too many people in the park at 7 A.M. So, Malcolm felt at ease. His vitality in the morning was not necessarily because of a goodnight's sleep but from his habit of drinking instant coffee. He was an avid consumer of instant coffee, and after years of drinking that type of java, he found out that it did not affect his balance, in reference to his nerves. It did not make them worse. Malcolm Bello was born with mild cerebral palsy. The exercise (although he had just taken it up) was a great remedy to improve his body equity.
By Ted Guevara5 years ago in Fiction
Omens, and other tales
White. White like bone. White like an angel. White like death. Many assume that the “white light” everyone reportedly sees upon death’s doorstep is little more than a comforting lie. The result of synapses misfiring, neurons shutting down. A side-effect of life struggling for air as it falls beneath the infinite ocean of time. The last putterings of an engine as the damage bleeds it out, and whatever metaphors you wanna dress up death in. (For the record, Death prefers suits and similes, but that’s not really important.)
By Nicholas Maricle5 years ago in Fiction
The Wisdom of Men
I’ve never known the world the way it is in books. What was it like when so few people died that they had celebrations and buried them in the ground? Did they just dig a big hole and shove ‘em in there? As the oldest man alive, I know my turn is coming soon. I’ll be another bag of bones rotting wherever I perish. But at twelve years old, I wish I had as much of a chance as the dead did before my time. As far as I know, it’s just me and my little brother. My mom left a week ago and we haven’t seen her since. She told me the story of the end of organized civilization often, so I’d always be alert to danger.
By Brandy Enn5 years ago in Fiction
The Promise
The Promise Phoenix stepped over the rubble carefully, hearing the soft crunch beneath her leather boots. The hot, dust-filled air scorched its way down her throat. The rag over the lower half of her face barely gave her any relief from the heat. It was just too hot here. Too hot everywhere. Ever since they broke the Earth. You’d think she was in the middle of the Sahara desert. Nobody a year ago would believe that this used to be Chicago. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, taking in the state of the once towering buildings with a building sense of dread. If they hadn’t been destroyed from the series of tornadoes that swept through the area, the sandstorms had finished them off. Everything was a shell of what it once was. Her hope of finding him alive was dwindling. Still...she had to try.
By Jordan Welch5 years ago in Fiction
I Have Seen The Future
Every dusk was always the same. The creatures stirred from their slumber as the sun sat just above the horizon. Their tremulous cries warned any human still alive to find shelter, promising that they would not live to see another morning otherwise. Moving only during the day was a necessity, as the evil beasts were curiously averse to the sun. The night, however, belonged to them and their bloodlust.
By C. L. Marks5 years ago in Fiction
