Short Story
Burnt
I trudged on wearily, lonely. The dirt road stretched for what seemed like forever and the large hill in the distance seemed to loom like Mt. Doom if it was placed in the desert south west. My shoes, which had at one point been the staple of every outfit I wore, now seemed to pour in bad memories with every step.
Kathryn Van DranPublished 3 years ago in FictionPhoenix Rising
Our world is no longer ours. They came from the sky. Major cities destroyed in a matter of hours, humans subdued and enslaved before we even knew what hit us. The Imperium. A race of warriors; brutal, unforgiving, and merciless. The overseer being the worst of all, Commander Valron.
Miranda AreltPublished 3 years ago in FictionWhat Now?
Nothing.. there’s no other way to describe it. I see nothing, I feel nothing.. There’s nothing left. Nothing, and no one. Except me.
Dalton BoggsPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Right Thing
Previously on Knife Skills The party was over; it went on longer than anticipated, until about 2:30 AM. The night, having gone better than expected, ended with several strong drinks with Rhiannon, an old friend whose reputation has caught my attention. She got a ride home from one of my chauffeurs, I insisted. No need for my new partner to catch an Uber when I have many employees under my belt. After her departure, I received a call from a potential client, a wealthy man from the Middle East who wants to sterilize his teen daughter to keep her from procreating. A very powerful statement for his two younger daughters to honor their father. Sounds like my specialty.
Angela DerschaPublished 3 years ago in FictionWinter We're Here Now
"Winter please sit down." "I'm trying to search for access to a latch," She whispers while frantically searching the walls with her hands. "If I could only see."
Kenny and the Upside
“What the fuck did you say to me? An upside? If you value our friendship at all, you better explain yourself, and I mean now.”
Shawn IngramPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Apocalypse is a Process
"The apocalypse is a process." Journal of Belinda Montgomery Those words stick with me. The author had been dead for a year when I stumbled onto her mountain cabin, while scavenging homes in the Carolinas. Since I had immunity to the sickness, I could walk through the sick-camps and not even catch a sniffle. I was the one in twenty people who almost dies from it, lives, and becomes immune. I didn't fear MERS 26.
Kat DehringPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Evolved Survive, Day 223.
Dear Diary, hello again. Today is day 223 since the poison rain. I'm still at the burger joint, still alone. Thinking about hunting down a different restaurant to live in, because this woman can't live solely on burgers. Or maybe I'm just bored and need a change of scenery.
Leah HarrisPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Rise of D.U.S.K.
Lifting the grate, she shoved it across and leaped out, then raced out of the alley and into the brightly lit main street.
Travis BerketaPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Girl, a Teddy Bear and a Locket
The lights on the tree twinkle and fill the room with a warm glow. The sound of fire crackling and the quiet chatter of the news on the television were the only sounds to be heard in the small cottage. The occupants curled together asleep on the settee after a Christmas feast. The man had dropped off first, his empty beer bottle slipping out of his hand landing softly on the carpeted floor. Seeing this the woman chuckled and curled onto his chest, breathing out a sigh as she too closed her eyes and drifted into slumber clutching the new heart shaped locket hanging round her neck in her hand.
2022
In the frost we created, I set the dinner table. I was using my grandma’s fine China we inherited when she passed away last year, in 2021.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 years ago in FictionPandora's Locket
I slowly opened my eyes. For one brief moment, that small space of time in between dreams and reality, I was completely happy. My dream was almost over and I could feel the end coming. The overwhelming feeling of wanting to stay in my dream world was so tempting. A time before the world as I knew it came crashing down. A time before my world ended.