Adam Diehl
Stories (19/0)
The Speed of Life
He clutched his breast. "Oh God," he thought. "Oh God. Not now." Sledgehammers were pounding him in the chest. Fireworks exploded behind his eyes. He knew. Instinctively, he knew. This was the end. This was the end and he was going to die in a pathetic heap upon the ground.
By Adam Diehl16 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2024
- Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge
Harrowed
They sit across from each other, one man, one woman. The man has a knife in his hand which he is using to cut slices from an apple and then with it, feeding himself the slices. He holds the knife out to the woman, an apple slice sitting atop it. Her mouth is watering visibly but she shakes her head and curls her lip up into a sneer. She doesn't want anything from the man.
By Adam Diehl7 months ago in Horror
White, Snow White
Part I: History Lesson They say you can never go home again. To be honest, I never really wanted to. When I was seven years old, my stepmother hired someone to take me out into the woods and murder me and then take my heart back to her so that she could eat it. I know, right?
By Adam Diehl8 months ago in Fiction
Yellowstone or Bust
Yellowstone is like watching a fight break out while you're taking your family out to a nice meal at Steak-n-Shake. You can't understand why anyone would be fighting at Steak-n-Shake and you already paid and your child hasn't eaten all of their chicken tenders so, you're stuck with this inanity.
By Adam Diehl9 months ago in Critique
Flowers
As she bent down in the grass, he watched the sun glinting off her hair like novae brightening the galaxy for eons before their light reached thinking eyes. It was in these moments, now so hard to come by, that he knew humanity wasn't doomed as some cosmic accident that deserved whatever terrible catastrophe was just waiting its turn-that we all weren't just a naive mistake.
By Adam Diehl9 months ago in Fiction
More Than We Can Chew
"Holy fucking shit," my pilot exclaimed. "That one just missed us by a cunt hair!" Though his language was colorful to say the least, the man had a point. Planes and jets of all sizes were flying past us in the opposite direction at erratic and terrifyingly close trajectories. What was worse, they were not communicating on the radio, or rather, they were communicating all at once in such a frantic state, the result was merely a staticky din.
By Adam Diehl11 months ago in Futurism
Man No More
Pain. Unimaginable pain. Only for an instant and then, nothing. I'm strapped to something. A bed. I remember now. An operation. I look down at my hand. It's mostly metal, with something trying to pass for flesh over it. I remember now. They wanted a weapon they could control. A lapdog.
By Adam Diehl12 months ago in Fiction