Caitlin McColl
Stories (136/0)
What Is Normal?
Author's Note: This short story doesn't have a nice tidy ending but instead is open-ended.~ C ~~~~ Jonah sat on the rocky outcrop overlooking the ocean. He liked to come up here as much as possible. It was a not-so-subtle reminder of…everything. He felt an affinity with the water, with the rock he sat on. They reminded him of how it used to be. The water, the rocks, the few trees that hadn’t been infected and were still alive, were natural, normal, untainted. Like him.
By Caitlin McCollabout a year ago in Fiction
The Dark and Shadowy Places
Author's Note: This short story doesn't have a nice tidy ending but instead is open-ended. ~ C ~~~~ My name-, well, that doesn’t matter right now. That’s the least important part of this story. The important part is that the world has always been back and white for me. And I’m not just talking about life and death, like most would assume these days, though it is pretty black and white in that regard as well. But I mean literally. I only see in black and white. Or shades of grey if you want to get technical about it. I can’t see colours. No need to pity me though. I was born like this, which helps, somewhat. Some genetic abnormality or something they said, though no one in my family has had this condition, I’ve checked. In fact, hardly anyone has it. And most of them that do, or did, aren’t around anymore. For reasons I’m sure you can guess.
By Caitlin McCollabout a year ago in Fiction
