Short Story

What Now?
Nothing.. there’s no other way to describe it. I see nothing, I feel nothing.. There’s nothing left. Nothing, and no one. Except me.
By Dalton Boggs5 years ago in Fiction
The Right Thing
Previously on Knife Skills The party was over; it went on longer than anticipated, until about 2:30 AM. The night, having gone better than expected, ended with several strong drinks with Rhiannon, an old friend whose reputation has caught my attention. She got a ride home from one of my chauffeurs, I insisted. No need for my new partner to catch an Uber when I have many employees under my belt. After her departure, I received a call from a potential client, a wealthy man from the Middle East who wants to sterilize his teen daughter to keep her from procreating. A very powerful statement for his two younger daughters to honor their father. Sounds like my specialty.
By Rain Dayze5 years ago in Fiction
Winter We're Here Now
"Winter please sit down." "I'm trying to search for access to a latch," She whispers while frantically searching the walls with her hands. "If I could only see."
By Mr. Grant5 years ago in Fiction
Kenny and the Upside
“What the fuck did you say to me? An upside? If you value our friendship at all, you better explain yourself, and I mean now.”
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Fiction
The Apocalypse is a Process
"The apocalypse is a process." Journal of Belinda Montgomery Those words stick with me. The author had been dead for a year when I stumbled onto her mountain cabin, while scavenging homes in the Carolinas. Since I had immunity to the sickness, I could walk through the sick-camps and not even catch a sniffle. I was the one in twenty people who almost dies from it, lives, and becomes immune. I didn't fear MERS 26.
By Kat Dehring5 years ago in Fiction
The Evolved Survive, Day 223.
Dear Diary, hello again. Today is day 223 since the poison rain. I'm still at the burger joint, still alone. Thinking about hunting down a different restaurant to live in, because this woman can't live solely on burgers. Or maybe I'm just bored and need a change of scenery.
By Leah Harris5 years ago in Fiction
The Rise of D.U.S.K.
Lifting the grate, she shoved it across and leaped out, then raced out of the alley and into the brightly lit main street.
By Travis Berketa5 years ago in Fiction
A Girl, a Teddy Bear and a Locket
The lights on the tree twinkle and fill the room with a warm glow. The sound of fire crackling and the quiet chatter of the news on the television were the only sounds to be heard in the small cottage. The occupants curled together asleep on the settee after a Christmas feast. The man had dropped off first, his empty beer bottle slipping out of his hand landing softly on the carpeted floor. Seeing this the woman chuckled and curled onto his chest, breathing out a sigh as she too closed her eyes and drifted into slumber clutching the new heart shaped locket hanging round her neck in her hand.
By JJ5 years ago in Fiction
2022
In the frost we created, I set the dinner table. I was using my grandma’s fine China we inherited when she passed away last year, in 2021.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Fiction
Pandora's Locket
I slowly opened my eyes. For one brief moment, that small space of time in between dreams and reality, I was completely happy. My dream was almost over and I could feel the end coming. The overwhelming feeling of wanting to stay in my dream world was so tempting. A time before the world as I knew it came crashing down. A time before my world ended.
By Cinda5 years ago in Fiction
Always Follow Your Heart Shaped Locket
The world Ash woke into was washed out and grey. What color there was had become largely faded from use, and here was no music, and only occasional laughter. It was a world of hard work and survival. The sound of the wind could be heard blowing around the eves of the building. The sun was creeping in through the windows as the morning dawned, but the sun was muted as well. No matter how brightly it burned in the sky, it's light could never fully penetrate the eternal haze that always hung in the sky, and irritated the worker's noses and throats.
By Zakary David Reif5 years ago in Fiction
The curious case of the Kenbo with no owner.
It was one of those foggy summer mornings in Ukhrul. I woke up knowing I could do well with another hour or more of sleep.
By Worngachan Shatsang5 years ago in Fiction