Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
To My Beloved Daughter
A breeze swept through the irradiated trees of Boston as Bex and her Mr. Handy companion, Buttersworth, walked through what was once her old neighborhood. It was the year 2100, about 24 years after the Great War had started and ended, leaving the world in nuclear ruin. Bex's old childhood house was the only house in the neighborhood that was still mostly intact, the others having been incinerated or blown apart when the shockwave from the first nuclear bomb that hit Boston came rushing in-just in time.
By Winnie Yong3 years ago in Fiction
The "Big Win"
It had been years since “The Big Win”. The publicity, the excitement, they had all long gone. Even the memory of it had been lost on the minds of the youngest of us. Yet, what remained was this world. Cold, dark, and dreary. Do we dare to bring to the forefront of our minds the fact that it could have all turned out differently? This was not really our fault. How could we have known, even suspected, such things would happen? Who among us could have looked at that gift horse in the mouth, assessing any value other than everything? Yet, someone could have. Someone should have.
By Nikitah Imani 3 years ago in Fiction
Stardust
This story was inspired from the imagem above, by Heba Amen Can you even imagine what it is like to fall from the sky and see the stars right in front of you? It was like an adventure, feeling your eyes fixed on mine. I was hoping that you had the same feeling, but your wild nature gives me chills. Your smile said goodbye to me, and you've become part of my dreamland.
By Sofia Duarte3 years ago in Fiction
The grass was always greener on this side
The warm breeze brushes the tall California Grass and a flock of seagulls gracefully fly by, guided by the sudden change of weather. The last solar eclipse made the seagulls hesitate about starting their migration south at the beginning of fall. They pretty much predicted the absence of food by calling the others in their flock with their screeching chilling calling while challenging the others for territory. Their heads lowering crouched up and down, like yelling at someone-their ‘mewing’ was not as often as before. Maybe the neighbours cat is around, they’re telling the others a threat is around lurking in between the bushes. I noticed in the distance, some other flocks of what I thought were more seagulls, were not.
By Chacha Jaramillo3 years ago in Fiction
Clouds of Smog.
The day started out like any other day, only it wasn't any other day. It was really far from any other day. Sure, the sun rose and the birds chirped but the sky was foggy and gray. You could see bits and pieces of ash drift through the air like rain. I should know, the roof of my house was gone. I could clearly see the not-so-clear sky directly above me as I gazed from my bedroom. Or, what used to be my bedroom...
By Vanessa R. Powell3 years ago in Fiction
Antiquities Keeper
If you wake up early enough in the morning, when the earth is still settled and hasn't yet woken, before those who remain stir the dust, you can see the sun. Well you can't see the sun. No one can. No one has for at least one-seventy years. But in those quiet still minutes you can see this bright glow through the hazy grim layer that fills the sky. And it's beautiful. The sun itself a deep burning orange with a haloed glow around it, where the smog almost looks like gold.
By L. M. Williams3 years ago in Fiction
A Stitch In Time
The dust jacket is light and comes off easily. I tuck it away, shaking fragments of the past on to ever creaking floorboards. The machine is revealed, resolutely white with vivacious red branding and violet-blue stitch patterns positioned underneath a green-eyed light. There are no cobwebs, but I blow anyway as though a firm well intentioned exhalation might release this tangled present from the grasping grey hands of a cloudy yesterday. It doesn't. Whether I bravely open my eyes or keep them naively shut, the past remains, weaving its shadow through today’s warp and weft.
By Racheblue Love3 years ago in Fiction
Ellie's Choice
It was Friday and the last day of school. I was so ready for this year to be over with. Emma was sitting with me on the grass while we waited for Gareth. Today was going to be a good day. We had been dating for a year, and Emma had been hinting heavily about our first anniversary. The fact Gareth had been so cagey made my heart turn over in my chest in excitement. I knew he had something planned.
By J.B. Miller3 years ago in Fiction