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Most recently published stories in Fiction.

Past Futures
Am I awake? Am I alive? I remember everything, it had to have been real? What the fuck just happened? Standing up from where I was sitting in the clearing of the forest, I gather my head and look around. The sun is dim but I can tell its mid afternoon. How long had I been... Out? What happened? Did I hit my head?
By Axelle 5 years ago in Fiction
Christina's Last Days at Home By: Danyel Fields
During this early fall Friday Christina was still at work. With how loud it always was in the factory she couldn't hear her phone ring. When break finally came around she got the chance to check her phone. She had one unknown missed phone call, thankfully they left a voicemail. She couldn't think of anyone who would be leaving a voicemail, other than she had done an interview with a producer just this last Monday from Hollywood. She didn't check it right than, she figured after work would be better.
By Danyel Fields5 years ago in Fiction
Age Appropriate
“Hey honey, what’s your name?” Troy looked the odd older lady over before answering her. He tried his best not to laugh out loud as she shimmied and shook off beat to the music. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing there and who she was with.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Fiction
Blueberry Bucket
The roar of a small engine rushing down the street wakes me on this late Thursday afternoon. At first I’m alarmed by the amount of light in the room, the patterns in the wallpaper. I sit up too fast and my head reels. And then I remember; driving for a couple of hours in the morning rain. Pulling up on the familiar patch of grass and feeling my body finally relax for the first time in months. There was a rush to get inside, pulling the essentials for the next few days out of the car and dashing across the narrow street to the back door. Everything put away in its place. And then a nap.
By SC Moores5 years ago in Fiction
Survival Island
As the years passed by and the world became cold and grey all many of us had of the past were old photographs. Old school developed photos and not a compilation of your favorite moments on your Instagram page. You know the old school ones where Grandma couldn't aim and the top of sissys head was cut off? Or the 1000 times you reminded dad to always move his thumb out of the frame and there you are at your high school prom. You, James and dad's thumb. Oh how long ago that feels. How I long to have dad embarass me by taking 10 photos of me under the trees just so he can reminisce on rainy days about how much the world has changed. Dad, if only you were here you could hold my hand as the shivers begin and my fever commences.
By Reel Vibes5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
“Can somebody please explain to me in their own words how we ended up in the state that we are in now? How our world ended up like it is? I would like it to be in a written format. Thank you.” Once the speaker finishes, I watch as hands fly to the air and some questions start pouring out of people’s mouths.
By Tekryn5 years ago in Fiction
Sterben within the Shadows
January 3rd, the fall of civilization, and the day I lost those whom I cared the most. My name is Edward Thorne, 18 years old, and I'm among the last beacons of hope to end this nightmare, now I know you are probably confused, how did this happen; well let me explain what happened 3 months ago...
By Miguel Trejo Acosta5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Shaped Locket
I squinted against the harsh ray of sunlight, streaming through the ragged tan cloth that I had hanging over the dirty glass windows. I rolled to my side and the old mattress that I was using for a brief night's sleep crinkled and groaned. The concrete floor beneath was cold and hard, it scraped against my knees as I pulled myself back to my feet. I was sore in a way that penetrated far beyond a normal ache. It penetrated even beyond the physical man, as an ache that affects and even disintegrates the soul like a corrosive acid. I panicked at first as I groped through my clothes for the only driving force that kept me going. I found it and breathed easily again. I pulled a heart shaped locket from my side pants pocket and turned it over in my hand. It was a faded gold locket with a barely functional clasp on its side. On the inside was an old photo, even more faded and curled slightly at its sides. It was of a beautiful woman, maybe mid-thirties, same as me, with dark hair and a flawless smile. I didn't know her, any more than I knew myself, nor did I know where to find her. Yet, I knew in some way that I had to find her. She had become, in ways that I was not quite able to fully comprehend, my reason for living.
By Thomas Headley5 years ago in Fiction
Spin
Who’s gonna spin, gonna spin, gonna spin. Spin away the pain, all the pain, all the pain. The song echoed in the darkness, and they followed the sound downwards, past the parts they liked to visit, past the parts they pretended they didn’t, into the places they only went when forced. Their footsteps were barely audible over the blaring of the music and the cloying scent of decay grew stronger the further down they traveled. They’d been searching for hours, hours longer than they had to stop the dance.
By K.T. Seto5 years ago in Fiction
Googol’s Grandiose Gamble
For many years, Googol carried a light burden. He knew how to prove the impossible, namely that one equals two. Had it been correct, this 1 = 2 equation would have had many ramifications, including that of the absurdity of life, notwithstanding its already obvious irrationality—fait accompli. The equation was derived by means of seven simple steps:
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Fiction
ThE InFEcTed YoUth Part 2
THE BUNKER DOOR IS CLOSED... Summer is sitting down, with her back against the wall, gazing at intricate water stains opposite to her. Her four year old daughter Rebecca is laying in her lap while her ten year old son Tommy rests his head on a folded military-green blanket placed over her thigh. Summer is so exhausted that her mind fazes out and starts daydreaming different designs from the water stains. The way someone would with clouds.
By Angelo M. Rocha5 years ago in Fiction
The Catastrophic Brain Function
i. WAKE ME UP IN SOMEPLACE NEW. Those were the words of my only living relative my grandpa now deceased. He fell asleep in the backseat of a car we used to have, which I have left behind, its spare tyre having burst a flat not far from the fallen town of Yuddaburra, in the outback of Australia.
By Taylor vvestmacott5 years ago in Fiction