Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

Lucifer's Witch
Hiserly had been in the Morningstar House for almost a week. She had discovered that living in the country was so very different from living in the city. The grocer was more than willing to drive out to deliver her needed supplies. He seemed curious about her, apparently they hadn’t seen any activity in the House and it was rumored to be haunted. News spread like wildfire about her presence. She had caught people stopped on the side of the road along the fence line, watching the House with binoculars.
By Megan Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Don't Look Under The Bed
“What do you mean he’s gone?!” “They took him, Sally, right from above our bed ! “ “What will we do Charlie,” Fred asked
By Misha Alsleben5 years ago in Fiction
Two Hearts
It was a bright, sunny Monday when Rhianna's life changed forever... Rhianna was sitting in class, idly tapping her pencil on her notebook. The clock ticked down the seconds until the end of the day. Why did Mondays always take so loooong??? Finally..
By Tamara Carlson5 years ago in Fiction
Sirens
It’s been all but quiet in my head since I’ve finally learned the truth about the Great Wave that happened fifty years ago. My parents refused to spare any details with me, for I was not born then and they thought I shouldn’t bother myself with such long forgotten knowledge. However, my grandma, after a few weeks of persuasion from my part, finally caved in. I was now listening closely to the story, how it all begun and how it all ended. It made my skin crawl just thinking about the people that died in pain and away from their families over the span of five years. “You see Jorah, it started as a simple virus, people were taking ill one after the other, but we never lost hope that we would see the end of it”, my grandmother said, looking thoughtful into the distance. She then proceeded to elaborate what could only seem like a government plot ripped out of the pages of the books she always told me she read as a child. Schemes over schemes, nation after nation losing their people over this Great Wave as we call it now. When I asked about its name, the only answer was “It begun like a wave that takes form safely at a great distance from the shore and ended up crashing violently onto the beaches and washing away thousands and thousands of people who believed were safe from its reach”. No one could pin point the exact location of its birth and nobody really knew when it was done craving for human flesh. There are still a few among us who live in fear, almost expecting for the next tide to come ashore and wipe up entire nations all over again – we call them Sirens, for they are more comfortable in the water then on land, but I’ve never seen them. As for the rest of us, life has slowly gained its normalcy, or so I’ve been told.
By eternal_sun5 years ago in Fiction
Storm of Wind and Fire
Day 1 Chaos. Fire. The stench of burning flesh. Ash fills the sky and darkens the world. It remains dark for many days.
By Benjamin Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Vexed
Only two limbs remained on his now, unrecognizable body. His sweet blood was no doubt like heroin to desperate Vexers, who, hunting alone were pretty powerless, but as a swarm, could kill in seconds.
By Sarah Said5 years ago in Fiction
The Path of Destruction
My world did not come to an end; it simply changed, abruptly and irrevocably. The neighborhood in which I lived with my family was quite ordinary, large trees and green grasses.
By Megan Irwin Harlan5 years ago in Fiction
Hallelujah! Freedom is Come!
It went like this; The ivory towers grew steps, and the lords came down, drugs in their hands and smiles on their faces. They fed us, and they clothed us, and we laughed and loved.
By boshmi5 years ago in Fiction
Decay
When one sense is taken away, the other senses become sharper to compensate. What about when they're all taken from you? Hello? I’m just talking out loud. I mean, not really talking. But my thoughts… my thoughts are all I have left. My thoughts. My memories. Visions of my past. Do you know how difficult it is to build a solid vision from memory? Do you remember what you did three days ago? Do you remember what the lobby of the bank looks like? I mean exactly? Do you remember what color your toothbrush was? Memories are fleeting. They just fall away. Crumble. Why don’t I remember more? It’s getting harder. But, I find that by organizing my favorite memories into folders and saying them out loud, I’m able to hold on to them.
By Ryan North5 years ago in Fiction
Up from the Depths
The passageways of the Wilmington, Delaware sewer system smelled of decaying plants. With glints of light covered by translucent plastic throughout the place where the insects could not squeeze through, Maury Kindred, 28, ran as fast as he could. Above ground, the incessant hum of the cicadas had multiplied and the insects covered every piece of land. Humans did not have to worry about being bitten or stung, but they avoided being suffocated by retreating underground into the sewers. The Delawareans had survived for fifty years as the cicadas overtook rural areas, suburbs, and the city.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
The Donors
I looked in the mirror. Age had become me. My silver hair pulled tightly back in a bun that grazed my neck. The amber glow in my eyes a little less youthful. I could feel the nerves in my middle.
By Bailey Wilson5 years ago in Fiction
Every Man a King
Our patrol through the Red Zone started off quiet and uneventful. We stayed spread out around our truck, just in case a Syndicalist threw a satchel charge or fire bomb into the middle of us. Every man had his rifle at the ready and his eyes watching the windows.
By Caleb Lunsford5 years ago in Fiction