Short Story
Heaven On Earth
Global warming, exacerbated by the output of greenhouse gasses and the destruction of the rainforests. They took their planes around the world to to have meetings in expensive hotels to come up with plans to rectify the situation and told people to use less power, less resources, and tighten their belts. Then they flew back and took their expensive petrol-driven limousine home, where they lived in opulent comfort with their heated swimming pools and stables funded by the taxpayer.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
A Bethlehem Miracle
Snowflakes danced in the cold December wind, settling gently on the ancient cobblestone streets of Bethlehem. Though it rarely snowed in this holy city, this year’s Christmas season felt different—as if Heaven itself had chosen to pour down a reminder of divine grace.
By Thomas Vasas2 years ago in Fiction
You Do Believe Me, Right?
"I know how it sounds. I know it sounds crazy. But you have to understand..." Sandy paused, floundering, staring at the sterile-looking wall. How to express to these sensible people with their dull, kind faces, in the light of day... Just how frightening it had been? The sense of being watched, being pursued, never knowing what might happen next, or how gruesome it might be... Wondering what the next prank would be. The fear that next time, it would actually hurt the children... How logical it had seemed, at the time, to destroy the elf. "Elf?" Sandy explained how it had been sent anonymously from a fan. "The things you're describing sound threatening. Did you call the police?" "No, I... Wait! Karl did. After it cut off... after Malcolm got hurt. Our cat." "Hmm. There are no records of this, though. Are you sure he called them?" "Yes! I heard him... I mean, I heard the start of the call, but he was in the next room. He closed the door." Their faces were so neutral it was sickening. "We hadn't told the children. It was too upsetting. He didn't want them to hear the details..."
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Christmas Expedition
This story was written for Laura Pruett's unofficial challenge, "Mummies For Christmas -- Again? Let's Have A Challenge!" I am definitely not a story teller as much as I am a poet so please excuse me if this totally sucks. Of course as always with my story writing attempts, any and all feedback is welcome. -Sam
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Fiction
The Ripper
Thursday June 14th, 2153 Sir Iain J Wrightson was walking away from Crystal Palace after just being knighted by King Symon II. He could’ve hopped onto his bike, but instead decided to walk home, to show off his new medal to anyone who happened to be walking as well. He’d meet his bike back at home.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
Broken
Startled from a fitful doze wherein she had been having nightmares of her violent ex husband, Martha Thompson sprang up in bed, heart pounding. A bang. She had heard a bang downstairs. Tossing back the covers she went to the window, drawing back the curtain with a shaking hand. The only car in the driveway was her own old Dodge, but Bart could have parked down the block. A high wind was blowing and rain pelted the window. A flash of lightning lit up the sky illuminating a face in the glass. Martha screeched, jumping back a step before she realized it was her own streaked reflection. “Crash!” Breaking glass. Downstairs. It had to be Bart. Somehow he had found them.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Widow: A Gothic Tale of Love Beyond Death
The mansion remained a muted sentinel, its rock-faced shell overgrown and weathered from years of abandonment. Once a splendid Victorian estate, it had slipped into the realm of decay, its spires slightly askew, weary with the weariness of the years. The windows — clouded with age now — wore a mirrored calling gray sky, and ivy clung like a sapling to its stone walls as if the house itself longed to escape its outside world.
By Nabal Kishore Pande2 years ago in Fiction
Try This Cleanse
Sandy wouldn't be able to explain, later, how it got out of control. Everything was blurry and hardly any of it made sense. She was kneeling at the fireplace, trying to build the fire hotter and hotter, to purge whatever malevolent force had taken hold of the red and white polyester and garish plastic. Why are my knees damp? And what's that funny smell? The decorations on the mantel caught. She didn't notice at first, what with her nostrils full of burning plastic, and her brain full of stop the elf. The rug took the flames eagerly, and she pulled back, away from the biting heat. Before she could shake the cotton wool out of her head, the tree went up with a whoosh. Still woozy, Sandy struggled to contain it. She felt for her phone to call for help, and then remembered he smashed it. The smoke choked her. For the third time in less than forty-eight hours, Sandy felt herself losing consciousness. With the blackness closing in, weighing on her, something in the back of her mind poked insistently, trying to get her attention. That's important! It was useless, she was slipping away and under... She dreamed. Karl was back at last... so quickly it was like he never left... but he wasn't her Karl. He was an angry, ugly twin. He was saving her, always saving her, but this time it was like his skin had been peeled away and the rotten underneath was showing. Spitting spiteful words and hauling her painfully under the arms. Away from the heat and smoke... Stupid bitch, what did you do, you weren't supposed to- -Cool. It was cold and wet under her face.... and he was gone again. There was wailing, blue and red light, and voices...
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
