Short Story
A dead world
I woke up to ashes falling on me like snow. How long have I been laying here? The ringing in my ears made it difficult to remember why I was laying there, but not impossible. I remembered taking the cloth off of my face to take a drink from my canteen. I remembered thinking I was shot, and falling to the ground onto the glass from the shattered windows above me. They never really took aim. They just kind of... Shot. Which is pretty fucking stupid if you ask me, not like they're making any more bullets.
By Court White3 years ago in Fiction
Fetal Possession
“You’re pregnant!” For recently married couple Dina and Dean Rawlings, this was century-worth headlining news. It honestly came as more of a relief rather a shock or pleasant surprise, given how long they tried, and many minutes later, looking at trees and houses whip by from the passenger seat, Dina was ecstatic. She was overwhelmed with joy. After all the tests, after those almost idiotic “try-at-home” methods, they were finally starting a family.
By JacobForrester3 years ago in Fiction
The cursed gift
The day started like any other day. I woke up early. Took a shower and got ready for work. I grabbed a quick breakfast on the way in to work. About halfway through the workday you realize you have not gotten your best friend a birthday gift yet, you panic and start to look up things they might like. You find a heart shaped locket that would be perfect for them.
By Jeremy White3 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
It was a grey day, the usual, dressed in smog and crumbling ash. I left our little shack behind as I do most mornings, picking my way through the piles of refuse down to the dark river. Its oily waters twined and slithered their way toward the sea, a dull strip far on the horizon that sometimes flashed whitecaps when the winds picked up.
By Delaney Rose3 years ago in Fiction
As the World fell
We were all told this would happen eventually—the world was bound to come crashing down but we hadn’t expected it this soon. You see, it had been nearing the two-week mark of my father lying in an ICU bed. We had started this journey full of hope but there was an inkling of doubt in the back of my mind. It started out as a tickle, the welling of tears as my throat squeezed tight with panic. I hadn’t registered reality, my dad was dying and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I clutched the small heart shaped locket—a vintage piece full of intricate swirls that he had gifted me some odd years before as I stared down at his beautiful face. I couldn’t fathom what was happening, how he could be here one minute and gone the next. I joined my siblings on a small couch under a window near his bed as we flipped on the television—I didn’t care what was going on outside of these four walls. The world could have burned down around me and I wouldn’t have known.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction