Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Bloodlust
Willow Graves was taken from her mother when she was ten years old during what was now known as the “separation”. It was a time when the government came in and ripped thousands of children away from their parents in an attempt to “ensure the future of the human race”. The virus had taken everything from them and now the government was taking what was left of their families. They put the children into camps based on their age range. They were guarded closely day and night. It made no difference though, the virus caused a chemical change in the human mind. It drove them mad with rage and a bloodlust that could never be satisfied. When the virus eventually found them, the children were defenseless to it and many of them died quickly. Cities had been bombed to destroy the creatures the virus had turned humans into and now many places were too radioactive for survivors to go near. The creatures still lurked, adapting mutations because of the chemicals the military had rained from the sky in an effort to kill them. They were built for this wasteland, built to hunt and rule it.
By Kristin Brewer5 years ago in Fiction
The Dream-Maker
When she awoke that morning, she gazed at the disheartening reflection that was staring back at her in the mirror. A quick and hurried glimpse in the mirror was nothing new, she had done so on most mornings before. But what was unlike any other morning, was that she had noticed how the circles around her eyes had become darker, and how the furrowed lines on her face had become clearer. It was almost as though the grey in her hair had streaked through undetected and appeared overnight, somewhere in between dusk and dawn. She noticed how the frown lines on her forehead were suddenly so deeply ingrained, and how the trenches around her mouth were unexpectedly, yet equally visible.
By Author Alice VL5 years ago in Fiction
Moments Series
It’s hard to describe how telling Landon all about my past makes me feel. I am so relieved to not be keeping anything from him anymore because, in the long run, it would’ve just caused problems between us. Not to mention, it feels like a giant weight is lifted off my shoulders not having to keep it locked inside anymore. He is so sweet and sympathetic to my need to talk, and I can’t even say how happy it makes me to not feel the least bit of pity from him. Keeping this bottled up was killing me. My parent’s knowing the whole story is one thing, they lived most of it with me, but being able to tell it in my own time is very cathartic.
By Jennifer Kent5 years ago in Fiction
For Her Broken Heart
She could hardly pinpoint how they got to where they were. There were no angry words, and there were no moments of uncomfortable or awkward silences. There were no mysterious late nights, and there was no tell-tale lipstick on his collar, or hidden love letters in his pockets. Yet, there they were, carrying boxes down the hall and out to his truck, while carefully loading them one by one. There was nothing much to say about anything. There was nothing at all to understand where it all went wrong, and how it all began.
By Author Alice VL5 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Glow of Control
Inside of domicile #642-B its primary occupant Xavier Bragfield sat working at his desk, perpetually bathed in the dulling blue light of his mandatory devices. He was a sensor technician with the Ministry of Environment; it was his job to monitor the various sensor arrays that exist throughout the city. The majority of his time was spent remotely plugged into a vast network of control systems, but on rare occasions he would have to go on-site for some form of physical verification. This gave Xavier access to the various compartmentalized areas of the city at times, including on two occasions being escorted to the outer edge; to the imposing 40m high barrier that surrounded their lives just as it surrounded the long greenhouse structures that encircle each city and divorced the whole of their society from the rest of the planet; beyond this all one could see was a deserted and desolate wasteland. Travel between cities was restricted to only the highest levels of government authorization.
By Antony Peachey5 years ago in Fiction
The Photograph
She keeps a photograph of him hidden in a heart-shaped locked, in a memory box lovingly carved in wood she buries deep in the back of her closet. What was once just another ordinary photograph, has turned into a token of validation for her, as the years passed her by. The heart-shaped locket carrying the treasured photograph is a reminder of a man and a moment she should have disregarded, and left tucked away in the past. A simple photograph that wonderfully freezes time for her and distances the voices around her whenever she looks at it.
By Author Alice VL5 years ago in Fiction
Two Sides of a Black Night
The workout room was really just the boiler room with some equipment, but it worked well enough. Of course, because it was in fact a boiler room, it was already sweltering hot before she even began. The more you sweat, the more you lose, right? She put her pink earbuds in, launched her Bollywood workout radio on her phone, and got started on her 4:30 am workout.
By Rachal Flewellen5 years ago in Fiction
The Cave
The sun rises over the seemingly endless desert that stretches to the east. A small camp of a dozen soldiers sits a few miles from the Munbu Mountains. One of them is already awake, the leader of the small band. He sharpens his blade as soldiers begin to file out of their tents. They rummage around for their rations of food and begin to suit up their armor. There is little chatter, for they know what today brings.
By Michael Trudeau5 years ago in Fiction
Push My Buttons
Whitewashed concrete walls, mats padding the floors, and the hum of industrial air vents. He was stripped to the waist wearing baggy gray sweat pants, his feet bare. She was in a simple wine-colored tank-top and fitted workout shorts, her hair pulled up into a tight ponytail, her feet also bare.
By Rachal Flewellen5 years ago in Fiction
