Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

The Many Deaths of Deacon
Pain, so much pain! My bones are on fire, I can’t think… Feels like a damned elephant is sitting on my chest! where’s that bloody nurse? What kind of circus are they running here, anyway? I need my pain meds, this doesn’t feel right, not right, no… oh no, oh no! I’m not ready to die!
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
Aliens
This subgenre highlights extraterrestrials and contains topics, for example, dread of the "other," intergalactic conflict, and disclosure of/correspondence with other conscious creatures.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday
Hugo Darley hitched his trousers to his knees and inspected his left leg. It had been throbbing the last few days and he couldn’t work out why. Varicose veins stretched around his calf like a lavender spider’s web, but there was still plenty of muscle definition at the back. He was concerned over nothing.
By Caitlin5 years ago in Fiction
Milk 2.0
This is the private journal of Samuel Clemens
By Gerald Holmes5 years ago in Fiction
After
She eased herself down onto the formed plastic, her bare skin breaking out in gooseflesh. Teeth grit against the aching cold, she unfurled the body suit and found the feet. Ignoring the hiss of her partner’s own discomfit, she slid her toes inside the slippers and pulled the supple material up, slipping her arms in with practised efficiency. She stood as the suit sutured closed at the nape of her neck, attaching automatically with the sub-dermal neodymium implants. She glanced at her partner, himself standing now too.
By John Riley5 years ago in Fiction
Thirsty
Thirsty.docx 1 / 2 Thirsty By Tawny Moody The Colorado River Basin from Wyoming to Mexico had truly become THE VALLEY in THE SHADOW OF DEATH. Jason, Jamie and Buddy grew up there and adapted in order to survive it. They were only toddlers when the economy crashed in the west. The trio never knew the neon lights and tourist filled extravagant nights of the Bellagio Fountain times. As teens Las Vegas Blvd is where they went to lose their virginity, drink their first beer and throw roof top bon fire bashes. The city was occupied by those who were too poor to pay their way through Idaho and buy their way into Canada. Congress abandoned the Basin and everything west of it. When their parents could not pay the Exodus Tax their United States citizenship was revoked. Buddy and Jamie’s Moms got jobs in the prison as intake administrators. They greeted new arrivals, had the privilege of collecting and recording their personal property and filling it away. Jason’s dad was the head of the strongest prison gang. He compensated Buddy’s mom well for raising Jason. Buddy’s mom was his number one mule. She could smuggle anything. She rarely had to. She just funneled the incoming personal property into Jason’s dads’ cell. The privately owned prison was the wests only source of revenue. It housed the Easts worst offenders and all the wests’ offenders. They received more money for each prisoner per year than they paid their top 2 employees combined. Nobody fought for higher wages out of fear they’d be let go and lose their only water source. The prison was the only way to access water legally. The trio, Now in their early 30’s were all wanted for GTA. Grand Theft AQUA. They loved outlaw life. They knew that desert valley better than any bounty hunter or hired henchman.
By Tawny Moody5 years ago in Fiction
THE HAND
The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning tires and plastics. The low hung clouds of noxious fumes crawled across broken streets and into the hollow windows of abandoned houses. The cavities and gaping orifices of this dead town silently screaming in a frozen rictus... the empty skulls of what life was. That was before. Before the virus, before the pandemic, before the vaccine, before the political rupture, before the chaos of the riots, before martial law was declared and even before the first of the effects were realized. Then, there was the Noche de Muertas. It was now almost 5 full years since 95% of the world's population had simply not woken that brisk November morning. Those scattered few that had found themselves ran from initial shock to panic to disbelief to hysteria. Some went straight to madness, others went slowly. Those that didn't find death from starvation, malnutrition, simple, mundane medical issues or exposure to the environment, actively sought it out after the first few months. Now, after four and a half years... the only people left were either significantly mad, in severely acute and complex yet functional ways, or they were stubborn. Being able to determine which was which wasn't always easy.
By Ken Rieke5 years ago in Fiction
The Price of War
“If you are hearing this, it means you have triggered the event. I am sorry, my brother, that it has come to this. Honestly, even though I know it is for the best, I still hope you never hear this message. This plan was my idea, one born from desperation. I found a quote from a woman from Earth that I hope you understand, now. 'The cost of war is like an immeasurable tremor that knows no borders, its shockwaves reverberating across the world resulting in universal suffering.' You‘ve destroyed too much for me not to try this, but you’re still my brother... and I love you. Goodbye. End message.”
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
The Investigation
October 31st, 2021 8 PM - The team has assembled, they are hyped up and ready to roll. Our tech specialist this evening is Kamila Holm, she'll be holed up in the van to monitor the equipment from a safe place while we do what we do. If we don't get much for activity, I may attempt to scare her to liven things up a bit. The youngest member of this ragtag investigation team Karl Omis and his older brother Theo Omis are set to make history with me, Ikara Thumbling as we set out to prove and document the impossible.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)5 years ago in Fiction
In the Red
I always thought of space as dark. The truth is, when you get sucked into the void by the will of God, there’s a lot of light. It’s just so far away. Thousands upon millions of little white dots, and colourful galaxies in the distance. They’re all blues and greens and purples, and they’re all so, so far away. I float untethered through the middle. Although I suppose it could be the edges, for all I know. I can’t tell and it burns a hole in my brain. I try not to think about it.
By Blake Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Burning Hearts
BURNING HEARTS Copyright 2021 Susan Horsnell and Jane Hewitt The right of Susan Horsnell and Jane Hewitt to be identified as the authors of this work has been asserted by them under the Copyright Amendment (Moral Rights) Act 2000
By Susan Horsnell5 years ago in Fiction
The Rise of Deceit
When I had been given instructions to confuse and deceive, none of us had expected it to go this far, to lead to this much destruction and demise. Some whispers to the media, to rogue cops, and to large men with weak minds were simply meant to cause anger and strife among the humans.
By Savanna Graves5 years ago in Fiction