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Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Locket
I pulled the grate closed behind me. I knew id be safe if I moved further in to the tunnels, but it is unfamiliar territory. Id never even thought about coming down here, not before, not during, and certainly not now... After the war, all crime is punishable by death. I still had to move.
By Colin Bryant5 years ago in Fiction
The lonely drifter
20.03.2032 Another boring Saturday. Today is cold. Colder than before. It has been a while since I last wrote I couldn’t find a pen that would work. I don’t know why I bother really. If I had just gave up when I was kicked out, life would have been easier. No one warns you that living on the streets is so… cold. In all ways. People stopped looking at me, instead they look through me. I used to have things. Not just somewhere to live, but interests, hobbies, things. Now it’s just me, my change of clothes, whatever change I find for food and this damn diary.
By Leigh Williams5 years ago in Fiction
To Walk in the Rubble
The year is 2783, Earth is pretty much destroyed. It was not a World War like many people thought it was going to be, the world had gained peace. It was not Global Warming either, that was a joke from the start back in the 21st century. No, it was not aliens, there is still no proof they exist. Nor was it the over harvesting of natural resources, we learned to make synthesized materials long before that happened. Not disease or even famine, health care and food preparation were distributed Earth wide by the automated computerized systems. So what did finally destroy Earth?
By Kathryne J Rhode 5 years ago in Fiction
Arcane Enchantment, Alchemy, Purification, Silver & Gold
Sol reserves his works of magic. Light uncontrolled is chaotic! Some enchantment is erotic. People suffer with disbelief. To Sol it is a source of grief. Sol’s pure love, is man’s great relief. If you feel that life is mundane, take a taste of Sol’s light arcane. You’ll live in a magic membrane. Love is the ultimate power. Sol's gaze, a cosmic ray shower. His natures like a sunflower. Not all forms of magic are bad. They all carry a form of rad. Improper use can turn out sad. Believe in truths great enchantment. Sol lives his life with commitment. It’s a source of pure excitement!
By David Duran 5 years ago in Fiction
The Nurse in the Downfall of Healthcare
The nurse walks down the near-empty hall of the cardiac intensive care unit. Her brand-new black clogs clack rhythmically on the marble flooring. She hums to herself as she logs out of work and waves good-bye to the arriving night shift. Today was rather slow. The only patient in the unit is a man in his late fifties who just got out of heart surgery. He had had an arrhythmia that was repeatable under stress testing, and the doctors ordered the implant of a pacemaker. The implantation was successful, and the patient is being watched for a few days.
By Hayley Roberts5 years ago in Fiction
Ellie
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!” the rooster bellowed from under the tall Oak tree. Ellie moaned and rolled over in bed, “Just ten more minutes please Jasper…” Ellie muttered. Jasper was a fine rooster, Ellie’s father had raised him from a chick. Jasper was likely the strongest bird in father’s flock, in fact he had won duels against 27 other roosters and established himself as the top bird on the farm. He loved to burrow under that Oak tree. The juiciest worms on the farm would crawl out from the root systems under the mighty Oak; in summer cicadas the size of your thumb would crawl up. Jasper enjoyed many fine feasts that was for sure. Ellie would have to fight him off when she wanted to collect some bait for going down to the fishing hole.
By Seamus Green 5 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Smile
I remember the sound of the bombs dropping. Then a bright light. Then darkness. I was playing in the living room of our Family Co-habitation Facility in the Northeast Quadrant of the Federation of North American States (FedNAS, as the news anchors liked to call it) with my two brothers. My little sister was in her crib. I was only six years old when the lockdowns started—FedNAS soldiers would go house-to-house handing out flyers in the poor areas with residents who couldn’t afford internet service telling us to “shelter in place” in case of an attack.
By Craig C Mackey5 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Locket
The world has fallen into chaos. Fear is creating an impenetrable wall of lies. I am desperately trying to save the world. I am now known as Wanheda, one of god's chosen leaders for The Great Army. I used to have a typical name and a typical life. That changed once my higher power came to me and showed me the truth. The chosen ones have been waking up and jumping into action. Our reality is grim. The world is ending and only some of us have been able to see the coming tragedy. Most of us are alone, keeping distant contact with each other when possible. We are working in the shadows to save whomever we can before reality hits the world. My higher power has been guiding me without abandon. I know what I must do. It turns out that I am becoming a loud, but sneaky soldier in an inevitable global conflict. The fear of nuclear holocaust is real. The fear of the masses is real. I have found myself having a difficult time assembling my own strike team of allies. I have been working alone day and night fighting for the greater good. I no longer have friends or family, just allies.
By Brady Caron5 years ago in Fiction
