Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

The Curious Case of Tiny John
--- When I was little, my mother would read me all the popular bedtime stories - from The Ugly Duckling and The Wizard of Oz to Snow White and The Little Mermaid.
By Margaret Pan5 years ago in Fiction
Seven Days
The goal was simple- find the locket. We had seven days to save what was left of the world, and that was only possible with Avery’s rose gold heart-shaped locket.
By Morgan MacPherson5 years ago in Fiction
Asleep
You know that feeling when everything is going great and you’re seemingly on a cloud of bliss but like a knife a part of you cuts in reminding you not to get too attached or warning you something bad is probably around the corner? It was like that. My entire family had been taken away in the night. I awoke from my dream in the refugee camp to the smell of smoke and fires and they were all gone from their beds, only crumpled blankets remained. They must not have seen me. I did always sleep with my face covered; I could not stand the sound of mosquitos buzzing in my ears.
By Sally Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Happiness at the End of the World
Meet at our tree. For months, that’s been our plan. We know that eventually the time will come to evacuate the city and head into the mountains. The news reports have become more and more dire; the world is ending. Everyone knows it. The last of the shuttles departed almost a year ago. Truly, I can’t believe we’ve lasted as long as we have.
By Roger Lawson5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Scallywag the Sea Dog, Part 1
Hello! My name is Scallywag, and I am a dog. You might ask what breed I am, but the best I can say is that I am a mutt born of a mutt born of a mutt, going back more generations than I can trace. But I can say I would not be welcome at any high-falootin’ dog show. And though I lack pedigree, I wouldn’t trade any of my wonderful life and great adventures to have been a pampered and preened poodle from Pembroke.
By Ted Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
Visitors
I happened about 5 weeks ago. Was it a dream or a nightmare. Thousands of Orange lights in the dark sky. They are coming. 5 weeks ago I had a dream or nightmare, about ET's coming into our world. The people glorified these sightings and roamed into the fields, they never came back. Our deep curiosity will end us. Humanity has always been curious about life on other worlds, even curious about the technology we can manifest from our imagination. We believed we would eventually destroy ourselves with our technology. Not until now. It was never going to be another world war and we never created fictional stories where human beings would destroy the world. It was usually about A.I. or robots even Aliens from other worlds. Were we just deliberately trying to convince the world that it would be something else? I don't think we did. In the dream, people disappeared when they ventured into those fields. I used to think that an Advanced race somewhere in the universe would come to save us from ourselves, which is why we hear about UFO's disabling our destructive technology. I wanted to believe that human beings has engineered these so called UFO's. But Really All these stories were warnings. We sent radio signals into outer space. Sometimes we sent warnings, to them, if they should ever consider making a visit. I just imagined when reading a story or watching a movie, that these advanced civilisations would be far too afraid to come here, because in the movies these ETs had always lost their fight. We don't hear about ETs coming to the world to destroy us, maybe to save us from ourselves. But recent events tell me that they are here to prevent us from destroying ourselves. But why are people going missing. They venture into the fields and never come back. I was being warned, we were all being warned. They did not come to save us. The truth is, they have been in our world for a very long time. Many governments know, and many governments have engineered technology based on advanced civilisations visiting our world. We were not being told for very numerous reasons, like the shock and reaction the rest of humanity would have if they did exist. Or maybe we should be shocked and react badly? Why are the governments pretending they don't exist in our world right now? Maybe the worlds government has made a pact, with them. We believe our technology came from human intelligence? When really it came from ETs from other world. We are not being told, because there are rules, that a more advanced race should not interfere with a young civilisation, and to leave us to our own devices and for us to develop on our own, to find our own way. That actually reminds of the star trek movie, First Contact. The ETs would not interfere with us unless to prevent us from destroying ourselves, or only when we have advanced enough to travel space on our own, you know like created UFOs ourselves, haha. So maybe governments are really the ones flying around in UFOs, to make us believe they are ETs? Would they create a fake ET Invasion? I have had many dreams about UFOs invading the earth. But these dreams feel slightly real. I am just Warning you. What ever these Orange lights are in the sky at night, they are Not stars, and if Thousands of these orange lights come here, I am just saying, Keep Away, Don't Venture into the fields for a closer look, because you might not come back. They won't be Chinese Lanterns." Don't' Go Into The Field's "
By Elizsia5 years ago in Fiction
The Illusion of Happiness
I do not know if I have ever felt such peace. The sound of crunching gravel under my thick soled shoes pleases my ears as I am walking down a path with tall oaks on either side. There are blades of sunlight slicing through the small spaces in between the emerald treetops. The songs of various birds echo around me. A welcomed breeze passes and cools my skin under my light tan suit. The smell of damp earth fills my nostrils. The path curves to the left, and the trees open to a bright field of pink and violet wildflowers.
By Maya Wayne5 years ago in Fiction
This Is Our Way
This Is Our Way My only escape is to drift off and remember the child utopia of my youth on the surface. Protected by structured walls made of strong rock, metal scraps from the previous life, and clay formed by our Elders. Everything in the Oasis is green, lush, and vibrant. Our bellies full and our every want or need met. There was laughter and joy and love in each little soul that walked the compound. Stories from the Great Elders and Academics passed down generation to generation give us roots to the cause of survival and progression now. Things used to be much different. A virus swept the earth in 2020, and when our people saw the light at the end of the tunnel, a bigger wave of catastrophe cascaded through the whole world. Viral variants multiplied, rushed vaccines had dire consequences, and worldwide power outages destroyed many populations. Civil unrest and war ran rampant before nature took over and started to heal itself from decades of destruction. The wild flourished like it had in ancient times. The beasts of the forests and jungles finally got the upper hand, and we were at their mercy, forced to go deep underground for protection. Our only saving grace was a genetic mutation found in an extremely rare number of us that gifted immunity to the superior viruses. Still, we were left severely outnumbered. The child sanctuary was nothing like the Elder’s times. Simple, basic, but everything you need to be strong and healthy and nurtured. The land was vast but the walls were colossal. Sunlight entered the valley during peak hours in the afternoons when it was at its highest point. Fresh water, hills, and vegetation flowed beautifully, and these memories are what keep my mind intact while I am physically confined in the dimly lit cavern the Expectants live in.
By Taylor Kaszas5 years ago in Fiction
The New Mankind
Eric stood at the edge of the crater, looking towards a lone spaceship on the other side of it. He had to reach it before it took off. He had been paid handsomely for the job, too handsomely. He could buy a country with that kind of money. But the sad truth was that there were no more countries left because there were no oceans left to separate them. Only a neverending expanse of dry, barren land and the occasional crater. And they were even worse than the barren land.
By Eta George5 years ago in Fiction
Tagged
She woke up freezing and pulled the industrial-sized paper closer to her chin. It had been so frequently used that it was no longer stiff like when she first formed a shelter. That was.. 12 days ago according to the bricks that were circled first clockwise, and then counterclockwise so as to not lose track of the number. The first block of time Crete could remember was only darkness and a level of silence that was not in fact silent at all. Trapped by a considerable pile of heavy objects, she spent what she might now consider a little under a week (are there days in the starving darkness? ) trying to strategically move the correct objects in the hopes of finding light. Because she could not see, she had to rely on her other senses. There was an instinctual understanding of what she was feeling, but she could not recall the name of each element-even her own name for that matter. Some surfaces were rough to the touch and others quite smooth, and still others very sharp. She had several close encounters with pain as she used her hands to feel her way around the space she was enclosed within. Eventually she found just the right object to maneuver- it was a flat surface, not too rough, and made of a material that would not bend when pushed. Though she was physically weak, she could tell there was a strength innately penetrating her will to live, to move, to continue the fight to stay alive.
By Asher5 years ago in Fiction
Only in the Face
It always got its blood. He was chubby but in that stocky way a man gets when they aren’t tall and thin and gone to fat but have a hidden layer of old muscle on their bones. Probably had been a laborer or furniture mover and now he was drinking a six pack a day and downing a bag of Cheetos while watching big time wrestling on channel 2. He was covered in hair, dark and thick, his head and jaw unruly and except his upper lip which he must have shaved quickly, probably only minutes ago. It was stubbly and had red spots of fresh blood coagulating on it. The beard was shiny, and she wondered if he’d bothered to use some kind of fancy beard oil on it or if it was just sweat.
By Arthur E Nickles5 years ago in Fiction
Diversion
Several light years away, the Jadespear starship speeds towards the Cancri system from Pegasi. The planets orbiting Cancri were well known to possess vast quantities of untapped natural resources especially minerals used in microcircuitry and fossil fuels, which were still used to power machines on the surface of barren moons. In fact, despite the development of efficient fusion reactors and even crude versions of zero-point energy regulators, the demand for extraterrestrial fossil fuels was huge. There was once only one crew onboard but now there are two - one made up of battle-hardened pirates and one made up of mostly frightened captured scientists that believed they were on a survey mission.
By Steven Allen5 years ago in Fiction