Sci Fi
Who is Mr. Anderson?
Young Amir Anderson had a long face that came to a V at his chin. His eyes were large, long, and oval. His nose was small and slightly crooked at the front. He had a temporary 5' o clock shadow surrounding his long flat mouth. He wore diamond earrings in both of his ears. His hair was a mohawk with shaved designs on the sides.
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
To Be A Landmine
Stepping on a landmine is a shot of espresso poured straight onto your brain stem, boiling and loud. You've never experienced this before, but it's singular- there can be no other explanation, no other possible combination of happenings that leads to this event. There is a click that echoes in your rib cage, and then a deafening nothing as the rest of the universe pinwheels around your foot and the All Beef Quarter-Pounder made of explosives resting twenty-six inches below the end of your femoral artery.
By Rhett Gentile4 years ago in Fiction
My Family's Dirt
Living in the country is supposed to heal our souls. The air is rather different, animals never far, but my grandfather never told me about his only neighbor. They only come out at night, make such a racket I jump in my sleep, and litter our fenced in yard with dozens of pellets. I wish my grandfather had just told me about this owl before I came here. I wanted to sit in the dirt, hunt my food, and avoid the real world. Rather than be haunted by my addictions though, I was now haunted by yellow eyes and cries. Cries of the winged predator, cries from its prey, and my own cries as I fail to find slumber from nature’s war games outside my window.
By Clayton Cook4 years ago in Fiction
Ozymandias
Konstance DuBois had no business in this new millennium. At twenty-three, he was a solitary creature– unemployed and with no apparent prospects. It was true that he had secured an undergraduate degree from Florida State University, and in the Legal Studies Department at that, but he had no intention of becoming a lawyer, since that would require engaging with society in a way he felt himself inherently unable to do.
By Katie Alafdal4 years ago in Fiction
The Whoo's-Whoo's Club
As the thunder roared loud and the lightning struck bold and bright, I stared out of my newly overnight sensation billionaire of a husband and I's multi-million dollar living room bay window in disbelief about the recent events that just took place right before my eyes. I needed a drink. Hell at this point I needed a bottle of wine. As I stood up stretched and walked across the newly installed, custom heated marbled floors, I noticed that had been trailing of what looked liked feathers. It made me cringe because the feathers were a conformation that I was indeed a witness of what I thought up until this night was impossible.
By Tuesdays Mom4 years ago in Fiction
Mudculber (bunker story #2)
Getting frozen for 650 years In the middle of the night I felt my brother waking me up. I was only six so he was 12 and his hearing wasn’t the best. “Come on! Come on Kat, get up!” he said quietly but enough to wake me up and get me to hurry. He picked me up and went to our living room where my dad was buttoning up a shirt and had only time to grab his glasses then put contacts in. Brogan handed me to my father, who willingly took me.
By Kathy Colbert4 years ago in Fiction
