Adventure
A Dark Blessing. Content Warning.
Trigger warning: abuse, rape, vulgar language, violence and gore. *** **** ***** ****** ***** **** *** Screams cracked the stiff and calm night atmosphere with an abrupt, bone-chilling sensation. A group of men tossed a young woman around that they had been raping and beating all night.
By Mel E. Furnishabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
Lone Soldier
Where is this soldier going? Is he on a mission or simply out for a walk to think things through. He is alert to his surroundings and walking surefooted, but softly down this path that the upper epsilon has said has been cleared but one can never really be more careful. He knew he still had to lookout for booby traps for that headquarters report was a couple days old, so he continued to walk slowly and cautiously. His destination was a village where he was to pick up some intel concerning the upcoming mission his platoon was to accomplish.
By Mark Graham5 days ago in Fiction
Baking a Cake on Mars
I initially wrote this story five years ago. Only this morning, when someone commented on it, did I reread it. When I found myself chuckling my way through it (I do recall having a blast writing it!) I decided that, since most of what I've recently shared was sad and/or serious, I had to revive this one. (Although I did alter the title slightly and make a few tweaks to the rest.) I hope you get a chuckle from it, too!
By Liz Montano9 days ago in Fiction
YESTERDAY’S MEMORIES
Donna and her mother, Cora, are sitting on the steps outside of their apartment, eyeing the same people: the homeless pushing their shopping carts of belongings, the alcoholics with their whisky in brown paper bags, which they share with each other, and the scantily dressed prostitutes, day after day, walking back and forth in the neighborhood going somewhere but getting nowhere. The sound of police sirens and ambulances is often heard as they speed up and down the streets.
By Frankie Berry Wise20 days ago in Fiction
Aurelius Ascends (part 4)
The digital oscillations continued without any clear sign of letting up; instead, the sounds began resonating deeper inside the triple-hulled spacecraft like an eerie prehistoric subterranean drumbeat. The sound no longer came from the harsh coldness of space. It seemed to emanate from far below the Martian substrate itself, a signal buried so deep beneath the planet's surface that it remained safely hidden from the impenetrably wide dust storms, beneath the fractured plains, and beneath the violent meteorological chaos that had made the planet feasibly uninhabitable for centuries.
By Jonathan Townend21 days ago in Fiction
