Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

Terror and Ecstasy
Where does the river begin? The stream that meanders and trickles through the backwoods, downward and converging with its brethren tributaries. Tumultuous rolling white water crashing violently barreling towards the delta drop off, is this the beginning? A speck in the sky up high in the atmosphere falling gently until it merges with another bead of oxygen and hydrogen, it too converges rapidly accelerating by violent winds and crashes down. Does the river begin at 10,000km?
By Daniel5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart
The impact had broken and destabilized the moon. That’s all they knew. They couldn’t even definitely say what hit it. Life was over on Earth, survival meant not being here.
By Richard Moore 5 years ago in Fiction
Fate's Cull
It has been 25 years since my mother died, and only a few less since I decided that fate would not play a part in my own story. I would not end up like my father, a pitiable shell of a person who knowingly walked into a trap and wondered why he got hurt.
By Emily Swann5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket of Humanity
On September 19,2040 a worldwide warning went out with a race against time to find the stolen heart -shaped locket. It was not just any locket, it was “The Locket of Humanity”. But who would go on this mission to find the locket of humanity to stop the world’s dystopia? One brave commander and his team of soldiers volunteered to go on this mission. Commander King, Lieutenant Da Goat, Captain Lady G and Sergeant Beast Mode headed to Mount Savior to set up the heist to get the Locket of humanity back.
By Denise Garrett5 years ago in Fiction
Returning Home
The tribe was restless, excited. Not only had the hunters and gatherers brought in enough food for the entire mob to eat, but it was also the day in which a traveller had been rumoured to be coming to their lands.
By Hayley Thorn5 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten To Remember
Like a thief in the night. Words often referenced in the Bible. Sometimes we stay so much In the dark we forget to understand the contrast to light.
By Victory Black5 years ago in Fiction
The Roach and the Machine
The venture of a cockroach is marred in this nuclear winter, its distance traveled dependent upon its ability to adapt over time. How it adapts is dependent upon what malicious devices nature equips it with, whether bizarre or outright frightening. One crawled over a trash can spilled out in the pathway of a junker. It was deformed and glowing, the size of a fist, walking crooked, swaying back and forth on its uncentered mass. Its shell was hard and protected its whole innards from the radiated air which dissolves matter in minutes. It made its home in ground zero, a land known as the Fire Pit.
By Jaden Fields5 years ago in Fiction
Loved
September 9, 2025 They were coming. I could hear them. Heart pounding, lungs aching, I sprinted from the cover of the forest into the tangled field. I trained for this. I trained for this. I willed my breathing to slow, my mind to focus. Guilt battered at the edges of my thoughts, but I pushed it aside. Focus. She knew the truth, and she would believe me. I just had to make it home. I had to see the one who knew me, who only had to look me in the eye and say my name, and my soul remembered. I drew strength from speaking her words to the pounding of my heart.
By Rachel Frampton5 years ago in Fiction
Revitalized
I’ve gotten used to dodging when shit starts flying. My reflexes aren’t as good as Augusto’s, of course, but I consider them above average. They kinda have to be when your big brother has spent most of his life getting himself into trouble with his superpowers. After years of being swept up in mini-tornadoes I’ve learned how to get the hell out of the way in a real hurry.
By Tina H5 years ago in Fiction
The Luckiest Girl On The Planet
Earth is nothing but a cold, dead rock. I am the only person left on Earth, and it is my birthday. Hooray! I have been alone for so long that I can’t even remember what someone else looks or feels like. It’s just me and the silence of this cold, dead planet. I’ve had a lonely life since everyone died, but today is going to be different. Today I get to celebrate my fiftieth birthday with myself!
By Sara Dowling5 years ago in Fiction
Bacao
From an early age, Bacao had a faint, but curious suspicion that his world was not quite what it should be. Walking down the street, he would peek into minivans and see mothers coddling cell phones and talking into their children. He would see lips sometimes where eyes should be, and eyes at times on the wrong side of a face. He would grab his mother’s hand only to find it wasn’t a hand at all, only a glove in the shape of one. People he passed saw only straight ahead. Look at me, he would think, and he would dance and shout but they wouldn’t look. When he was crossing the street, only then would the cars stop, and when they didn’t his mother cursed them and they would disappear forever. When he returned home, he would sit in the backyard and watch the trees grow, but they never grew. He’d be there all day and into the night, and besides the occasional leaf that was knocked off a branch by a brief gust of wind, nothing really ever changed. The stars never seemed right either. There were too many or too few, and when he counted them, new ones kept appearing and those he had already accounted for were nowhere to be found. Sometimes the sun and the moon would trade places, sometimes they’d melt into each other for a moment, and sometimes they were gone altogether.
By Isaiah Kane5 years ago in Fiction
Red Darkness
Journal Entry #502 There is no night. There is no day. There is only red darkness 24/7 every day. It’s the New World Order and they indend to stay. The demons have taken over, death won, they snuffed out the light. Death is now in power. There is no sun.
By CJ Electra5 years ago in Fiction