Love
The Heart Shaped Key
I woke up to the sounds of my wife coughing up a storm. “Jesus Christ, Ashlee!” I said in my raspy, dry voice. “I’m sorry! But my asthma has been acting up for days now, and I ran out of the last inhaler we managed to find a few months ago.” She replied while covering her mouth to keep her coughing from disturbing me further.
By Patrick Mourin5 years ago in Fiction
Good Morning
He entered the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs fills the air, two empty plates sit on the table as a woman sways to a song as she cooks. He approaches her from behind and wraps his arms around her waist. She lets out a tiny scream in shock but quickly settles into his embrace.
By Kenneth Reaves5 years ago in Fiction
The Fall
It was inevitable, I suppose. For the world as we recognized it to perish. For life with any semblance of normalcy to simply cease to exist. Because for years tensions had gradually increased, threatening to annihilate any false belief we held about our dominant social systems.
By Carly Hood5 years ago in Fiction
A New Year Disaster
December 30, 2029 ‘What a fucking decade,’ I think to myself. I can’t believe I survived a couple global pandemics, extreme weather, mass shootings and war. Honestly, after I caught COVID in undergrad, I thought I was out for the count, but then I met her, my fiancée Elaine. Her beautiful tanned skin and loose light brown curls make my heart sing. It makes me wonder what she sees in my pasty white ass, but nevertheless she’s mine. We’ve hit a bit of a rough patch but hopefully she will come with me to my friend’s New Year’s party tomorrow.
By Amanda Mills5 years ago in Fiction
The Red Locket
My name is Joseph and I was a part of the second generation of colonists on Orion, we were called the Tatski Hara. I’m writing this from the heart of the Tyran Forest, in one of the Tatski Hara’s tree-bases. One of the medics suggested I write about what happened in order to handle my PTSD, so why not start at the beginning?
By Connor Rilling5 years ago in Fiction
Rebirth
Rebirth A healthy mind does not ponder whether a current day is its last. Even if one lives like it, one does not truly think of the possibility; the real chance of the end of their continuity is not measurable. Every second is a gamble, every moment another step into uncertainty. Each of us were dedicated to our singular way of life, whatever it may have been. Some chose to follow their careers, some focused on building a family and setting loose upon the world a new generation. Some prefered the evolution of their education, while others simply existed, unmoving. Most didn’t think of everything they’ve worked hard for being torn away. The majority of people didn’t ponder whether their family would be ruined overnight. It was incredibly easy to put the thought of individual expiration into an after-thought; to shove it into a mental lockbox never or only rarely to be opened.
By Gabrien Summers5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of a Nightmare
I gripped at the air in the empty dip of my collarbone, she was supposed to signal by now. She knows the rules, and she’s never faltered before. Flick the lights twice before sunset, so I know she’s safe and won’t be wandering home after dark. Escorted by the General and his walking-Dead cavalry or not, it doesn’t matter. Jesse and I call the dead horses he controls, “Nightmares,” and she, being the English major, came up with it long before she caught the General’s eye.
By Jordan Moody5 years ago in Fiction
Going Home
There is so little that is left now to remind us of what once was. There was no grand event that ended civilization like there was in the movies we once watched. No atom bomb, no invading force, no disease that wiped us out. No, instead it was just us and our endless, selfish desires.
By Caileigh Pettifer 5 years ago in Fiction
A Gift from Afar
Meela Hahn was dreaming of food when she was awakened by the day's first three blasts of the toxicity sirens. She wasn't frightened by them any more. They had been a part of her life now for many years and were, in her imagination, loud screams that she pretended were hers.
By Brian Freeman5 years ago in Fiction
