Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Ninth Circle
When evil took over earth, we didn’t anticipate a landscape of frozen tundra, ice, and life lost in time. I personally expected — and now find myself longing for — blazing heat and dust. We weren’t worthy of that, though. Media outlets and prominent political figures tried to blame it on environmental disasters and human irresponsibility for the Great Freeze. They pointed to scientists to back up the claims who — when put on the spot — denied any of it having to do with humans.
By Kaitlin Oster3 years ago in Fiction
Runaway
They aren’t around, but I feel their greedy eyes on me, deciding my future. I’m alone… but for how long? I hear the buzz of an aircraft above, tirelessly searching for the lost prize. I hide in the little hovel I discovered in the middle of the night before the search began.
By Mycheille Norvell3 years ago in Fiction
Zeke Vs Zombies
Zeke shrugs the backpack off and makes himself as comfortable as he can. He is lying on top of a jungle gym. The zees (Zeke refuses to call them zombies) can’t climb. He’s only seven feet above the asphalt surface of the playground, but he knows he is safe from this undead threesome for now.
By Shawn Ingram3 years ago in Fiction
Brasky 'n' Leroy
It all started when our (former porn) star, Bill Brasky, woke up in a disease-infested jungle. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling abundantly worried, Bill Brasky groped a banana, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, he realized that his beloved iPad was missing! Immediately he called his undeclared soulmate, Leroy . Bill Brasky had known Leroy for (plus or minus) 11,000 years, the majority of which were striking ones. Leroy was unique. He was charismatic though sometimes a little... clueless. Bill Brasky called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
By Joel Greene3 years ago in Fiction
To The Stars
I sat on my windowsill staring out at the stars. The darkness of the night was minimized by the city lights illuminating the hazy could of smog that floated above the buildings. Even though it was hard to forget that our planet had become too toxic to live on that the air outside was unbreathable from centuries of careless polluting the twinkling glow of the stars shining in the distance reminded me that there was still hope. That there was a goal, something tangible that I could, even just as one lonely girl on a big dying planet to make a difference, to save the world.
By Clara Jennings3 years ago in Fiction
Claiming Mass Devotion
Sakura Kanagawa was the reason Yuzuko remained sane. She visited her husband’s grave every morning. Sakura now insisted in joining her for emotional support. Yuzuko had traumatic visions of broken robots and blood. They lingered in her nightmares and her thoughts. The guilt that she destroyed the robots her family empire had worked so hard to protect was like a tattoo.
By Chloe Gilholy3 years ago in Fiction
Table for Three
We gathered ourselves just beyond the single-doored entrance of the restaurant, ushered in under the harsh confluence of the dark and the cold that titled that ordinary winter evening. Or, perhaps, not so ordinary when considered in light of the occasion that brought us there that night. Ms. Sabel, our close friend of two decades, had just turned twenty-seven, and Sira and I, harbouring a semblance of appreciation and respect for social ceremony, had insisted on our taking her to dinner to celebrate.
By Brandon Lever3 years ago in Fiction