Latest Stories
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Lost Boys
They’ve done terrible things to get here. Ray watched Jake’s sister sacrifice herself for a distraction; he watched Jake put a bullet in her head, right between the eyes, so she couldn’t be used by the gang of Cherrypickers hauling her away by the ankles. Ray himself slit the throat of his first love, bludgeoned his cousin for attempting to sell Jake to the Kingpins for immunity that anyone with a sound mind knew wouldn’t be respected.
By MarigoldVance5 years ago in Fiction
The Day After
I stare at my bed side clock flashing the familiar 04:00 at me. For the first time in several decades it isn't accompanied by the mind numbing beep I've become accustomed to waking to. I guess I didn't really need the alarm the last decade or so but habit had me set it every night before bed. A pang of loss sounds its way through my chest. I turn over with a heavy sigh.
By Deanna Chaffin5 years ago in Fiction
Dysthymia
Marty gripped the cold steel heart with final conviction. Today, one way or another, I’ll know. He could already feel his body locking up. Inside the cabin, alone and braving an unkind heat, he held a small locket in his hand. The shape of a heart; the thing might as well have contained his soul.
By Dylan Orosz5 years ago in Fiction
Electric Odyssey
My heart raced as I flipped the switch to restore power to the discarded android. The power of the CAB (Controlled Atmosphere Base) struggled, but the eyes of the android flickered on. Once the android’s internal power generator was charged, the power to the facility returned to normal.
By McKinnon Mitchell5 years ago in Fiction
The Remarkable Mind Of Doctor Rockit
“Today is the day!” Tis a day of rambunctious deception, murky sorcery, harmonious magnetism, and fascination. I am a man of my word, my hands have built an empire, far from the prying eyes. There is a dark side to the world, one unseen by most. I, Doctor Rock am the master illusionist on Botany Boulevard. Well, illusion is a fussy word. I could say, conjurer, magician, or mad man.
By Jason Bond5 years ago in Fiction
After The Fall
It is currently early in the morning in the summer of NE 109 (that is 109 years into the NEW ERA) and this is the day our family begins the migration... I'm Lux, (pronounced lukes, it means light in a long dead language) i just turned 39 and im from whats being called the centurion age, which is really just a fancy way of saying i was already an adult when our world was 100 years in to its new era. im a child of the second brood and my children are of the century born, jova is 7, jonath is 4, and ericla is 3... theyre perfect, the spitting image of my first brood grandparents, blonde curls and strong blue eyes... my wife korina is the most incredible thing, her beautiful face along with her lithe, graceful figure are only the two most shallowly beguiling aspects of her being... shes a genius and an artist and a more amazing partner than i can hope to describe but this isnt about us its about the migration.
By Lucas Winter5 years ago in Fiction
