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Most recently published stories in Fiction.
Which way is North?
Which way is North? To start again. The tiny group of people stood in a huddle waiting for the sun to rise, they wait silently and with a stillness that only experienced hunters can achieve. They are on the top of Glastonbury Tor, the rising sun will show them directions, since the ancient words they followed said the sun was from the east. From this they could select their path for the day. All around the ancient Tor is black water, thick with reeds and mud. Emerging from the waters are the ruins of a world that had once been so sure of its future, so certain of its ability to master nature and so careless about its past.
By Peter Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Talk Of The Town...
There's a town on Florida's west coast that you've won't ever know about. Individuals that grow up there never escape. The ones that show up there, do as such to kick the bucket. You may confuse it's anything but a nursing home turned out badly, paradise's lounge area maybe.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Fiction
LOCKET WITH A 'P'
LOCKET WITH A ‘P’ “OPEN UP! POLICE!” Dayquan knew what was coming next and that the door wouldn’t hold, even with all three locks engaged. While his mind raced over options of what to say to them when they burst in, he couldn’t take his eyes off the now blood-soaked locket in his hand.. which had delivered anything but the good luck he thought it would.
By Leroy Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
Father
The day dawns darkly, as the days always did. Megalomaniacal autocrats with big red buttons made sure of that, leaving the sky a nuclear-born haze that blocked out the sun. Chris sits on the edge of his bed in the semi-darkness with his head in his hands. The blaring of the alarm clock continues uninterrupted for a minute, and drowns out the nothing in his head. Finally, rubbing his face, Chris sits upright and deliberately pushes the button silencing the alarm. The hum of the generator replaces it, but only serves to underline the quiet of his mind. He doesn’t bother to turn on the light.
By Coral Weigel5 years ago in Fiction
Leilani
I actually recall the primary day I saw her. It was in English. She had situated herself at the front of the homeroom and I sat down straightforwardly behind her. My companion Rebecca strolled in no time flat later and seeing that there was no vacant seat close to me, looked confounded.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Fiction
A New Day
Mary Ann was awakened by the sound of birds. She struggled to open her eyes. It felt as if she has been asleep for a hundred years. The clatter and squawking of the birds drove her to fight through her stupor. She had to see what made the birds carry on so. After much effort she was finally able to see that she was in her childhood room, in her childhood bed with her favorite sheets, the yellow ones with the white daisies and she had to fight the urge to just snuggle in and go back to the beautiful peaceful sleep from which she came. But those birds sounded an urgency. She had to get up. After much effort she was able to sit on the side of her bed and look around to take in her surroundings. Her posters of the Jackson 5 and Prince were on the wall. Her cheerleading megaphone was sitting in the corner with the black and gold pom poms sticking out of the mouthpiece. She smiled at the thought of the last time she used them at a pep rally and the football game later that Friday night. Mary Ann was the only black cheerleader on the squad and Captain at that. She was popular in every sense of the word. But what made her loved by all was her kind heart. She was good through and through. Her genuine goodness shown through in everything she did. People just wanted to be around her. She was funny and adventurous. She seemed to thrive on helping others. And despite the fact that she was from the one of the poorest families in a town with lots of rich white families and a few rich black families. She always rose to any occasion and stood out as a natural leader. But that all seemed so long ago. Or was it?
By Mary W Brown5 years ago in Fiction
