Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Secret
In the midst of a dust storm of what was once known as America's heartland where rolling hills of green fresh growing things and noisy animals once called home I found myself lost. The world had changed around me from the time I was made and many things had come and gone much like the people who claimed me as their property.
By Elizabeth Music3 years ago in Fiction
They’ve Always Been Here
They’ve always been here. The world lurched. John twisted as he fell forward, landing on the arm pressed hard against his side. Fresh pain exploded. Lights flashed. The edges of his vision went black. He vomited his meager breakfast. Sputtered and wiped his free arm across his chin, smearing the puke.
By W. H. Horner3 years ago in Fiction
Love You to Death
THEN 3 Years Ago Lightning struck, abruptly. Lighting up the window in the small apartment that I lived in. I placed the mythology text book on the nightstand next to my bed. I opened the rickety old window. The air smelled of pine and rain. A cold breeze from the mountains crawled up my bare arms. It was noon. The rain tap danced on the metal roof. A flash of lightning made a figure in a dark hoodie stand out against the crisps pavement. The figure moved closer until I saw his face. It was my twin brother, he was home from the store. I smiled and raced out of my room and into the living room, waiting for his arrival. Maxie met me in the living room a few moments later. He had a cocky, crooked grin on. The atmosphere instantly grew warmer upon his entering. "Glad you are back, little bro!" I said to him.
By Wren Kalstad3 years ago in Fiction
Fruitless Tree
She's just sitting there on the edge of the doctor bed, staring into no where with confusion. The nurse knocks on the door of the exam room and says, "Are you ok?". She says yes as she clears her throat, she begins to slide off the exam table as the sanitary paper they rolled across it slides off with her. The plastic table/bed made her thighs sweat a little being against her bare skin and the paper that was between her and the table had to be pealed away. The doctor had just gave Jocelynn the news, she was going to lose this baby as well. It was looking like she was never going to have a baby, this was her 4th miscarriage. She wanted a baby so badly, she couldn't give up. As she's getting dressed she over hears the doctor and the nurse talking, the doctor says to the nurse what sounded like, "wow another one". Jocelynn immediately thinks they are referring to her miscarriages until, the nurse replies, "sixth one this week". She must have just heard the nurse wrong, she was kind of lost at the moment, each miscarriage broke her spirit a little more, she was thirty-three years old and wasn't getting any younger. It didn't make any sense, her menstrual cycle was normal until three years ago. Did this have something to do with her not being able to have a baby? She wondered to herself on her way to the car walking as if she was in a tunnel, not really hearing anything but her own thoughts. She gripped the heart shaped silver locket she was wearing around her neck. It had a picture of her twin sister on one side and herself on the other. Their mother wore it when she was alive, she had died from a virus. In her thoughts was her father saying, "You're just a tree that can't bare fruit, you're still a beautiful tree". It didn't help, his stupid sayings didn't help and she didn't understand, she just wanted her mom she thought as she sat in the car crying out loud in the driver seat. She closed her eyes tight and tried to picture the sunflower high chair she painted and told herself, "It will happen, I will have a beautiful baby one day. Little did anyone know this was the beginning of a new era. Things were changing fast, the normal life Jocelynn wanted back so badly ceased to exist now.
By Martha Wiles3 years ago in Fiction
Senseless
Everything is different now- ever since They took over. They were the ultimate sufferers in the previous world, the abused, the neglected, and the stepped on. They rose up as a group, all at once, globally. It was incredible in the darkest of ways. If it weren’t for the new “Senseless Rules” that They put into place I think that a lot of their ideals honestly have the best of intentions.
By Jackson Duneier3 years ago in Fiction
The Prince
A prince is only a prince while he breathes. And while that breath escapes him, bursts from his throat in violent coughs as his windpipe slowly collapses, the night wind sweeping it away, his princehood escapes him as well. This is known, and soon it will be known. The meaning of this will soon pass from me unto the world.
By W.G. Meyer3 years ago in Fiction
Fathoms Deep
It was just after dawn, and all was calm beneath the sea where the crannog lay at rest, its barnacle-encrusted hull half-buried beneath the sand. Ribbons of turquoise light, cast by the morning sun, danced across the surface of the ruin, making it appear all the more beautiful and mysterious.
By Shane Holley3 years ago in Fiction
Lavender Rain
The end of time. For so long, humanity thought they knew what it would be. Perhaps it would come slowly, in Biblical plagues and wars. Maybe the modern ideas of Y2K or biological warfare would prevail to wipe us out. In the end though, we did it. “We ended ourselves.” Grace thought. She sighed and closed the heart-shaped locket and let it slip back into her shirt. She glanced up, tucking her short fall of nutmeg colored hair behind her ear and surveyed her surroundings. Built by time and dripping water, stalactites and stalagmites were picked out in the narrow beams of light from the pocked ceiling of the cave that had become her refuge for the last few nights. She had hoped to find water here. Some small pool left in this space so full of reminders that it had once dripped here for millennia.
By Rebecca Forrest3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Heart
Sam looked at the thumb-sized, heart-shaped crystal as it shimmered and sparkled in the setting sun. It was carefully inserted in a metal inlay from the Age of Miracles. Someone, perhaps her grandfather or great-grandfather attached a leather thong so she could keep it around her neck. The crystal was incredibly tough, and the edges of the crystal could easily cut flesh or skin a pelt off a rabbit, such as the one caught in her snare. It was a hidden treasure that had been in her family for generations with the instruction to keep it hidden and keep it safe. Her father normally kept it buried in a secret spot.
By Cedron Spaulding3 years ago in Fiction
Fortune's Hand
Heavy grey clouds threatened rain off to the north. Rada could almost taste the acridity of it already, and scowled at her task as she dug her fingers into the ever-damp soil. She always promised that her little brother Henrik would have first choice; this was a lie, but he didn’t need to know.
By H R Williams3 years ago in Fiction