Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

In the Face of the Eternal
September 12, 2038 I can only pray this doesn’t end up in the wrong hands. My name is Alex Pierce. I’m 16...no, wait 17. 17 years old, and if you’re listening to this, it means they caught me.
By Lizzy Rose5 years ago in Fiction
It Took Them
Maria didn’t like the thing with silver eyes. It wore mirrored aviator sunglasses most of the time to obscure them, but Maria had seen them anyway. Those eyes glowed in the dark, and they were shaped wrong—more like a cat’s eyes. The other survivors called it Lauren, but that was a girl’s name—a person’s name. Maria didn’t trust Lauren and didn’t want to be anywhere near it, but she couldn’t stop staring in its direction. Troubled, Maria rubbed her heart-shaped locket nervously.
By Kevin E Carlson5 years ago in Fiction
10 Seconds Until Midnight
In the year 2085, the Treaty of the Nations was signed to end the use of Nuclear weapons. As a result, all Nuclear weaponry was disabled and disposed of across the world. This marked a turning point towards world peace.
By Tayler Carter5 years ago in Fiction
The cursed gift
The day started like any other day. I woke up early. Took a shower and got ready for work. I grabbed a quick breakfast on the way in to work. About halfway through the workday you realize you have not gotten your best friend a birthday gift yet, you panic and start to look up things they might like. You find a heart shaped locket that would be perfect for them.
By Jeremy White5 years ago in Fiction
Chasing Echoes
I looked down at the heart shaped locket that has been around my neck for as long as I can remember. This has been my talisman when my mom died; before all of this started. Before the world fell apart and my biggest problem was I had a bedtime. Terrible things like I was forced to eat vegetables or I had to do homework; I wish those were still my problems. Instead we are in an abandoned house that you can tell was once somebody’s family home that is now destroyed. Ransacked by the original family in their attempt to escape. Pictures and clothes construed throughout the hallways. Pantry had been completely disheveled. It’s a two story Victorian style home with cracked paint on what was once a blue awning. This was once a home of a doctor or someone prestigious.
By Marissa DeShields5 years ago in Fiction
Harry Potter vs Percy Jackson – Who Would Win?
Harry Potter and Percy Jackson are both powerful characters from the magical worlds of young adult novels. If we were to compare the two, only one would be the victor. No matter which one you like more, the facts speak for themselves!
By Jason5 years ago in Fiction
A tense conversation & I lost five hundred dollars
I rolled my car window down. The man's thin lips opened with his scripted, opening robotic speech. I assumed the role. “I'm officer blank.” I was half-listening. More so, skimming for important information.
By Esara5 years ago in Fiction
Click, open
Click, open. I knew if they found out I had worn it in again, they would take it away from me. It was the only thing I had left of the family I was born to, but never raised by. It was a risk I was willing to take.
By Whitney Theresa June5 years ago in Fiction
The Gates
Like the many nights before, and those yet to come, Ezra Iscariot stood at the Mouth of Hell. His hands buried in the ragged pockets of a dead man’s coat and a cigarette firmly clamped between his lips. A layer of thick sooty coal caked his skin and clung to his auburn hair. This beloved city before him was reduced to ash and rubble. This was the end of the world.
By Emilia the Bat5 years ago in Fiction
A Vending Machine on Wall Street
15:05:12. “National’s offered at 99.” Karl shouted, his phone pinned between his shoulder and ear. His hands were busy frantically typing numbers on a black and orange screen.
By Nicky5 years ago in Fiction
St. Ends
Hey, babe. It’s me. The EMP from the blast fried all of my electronics, so my phone’s dead and I can’t use it. I’m going to pretend it works anyway, just so I can feel like you’re here with me as I shelter in place beneath my stairs.
By Palmarosa5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
It was a grey day, the usual, dressed in smog and crumbling ash. I left our little shack behind as I do most mornings, picking my way through the piles of refuse down to the dark river. Its oily waters twined and slithered their way toward the sea, a dull strip far on the horizon that sometimes flashed whitecaps when the winds picked up.
By Delaney Rose5 years ago in Fiction