Short Story

After the Rain
“I didn’t see you in church this morning, Brother Richard,” Lindsey said. Stevens thought that he would fall as his fear leaped into terror, his legs suddenly too weak to support his weight. His fear had been mounting since he had heard Lindsey and the other men squelch through the wet grass as they came around the side of the house to where he was working in the garden, and now fear was tearing at him in a blind ravenousness.
By Darin Price5 years ago in Fiction
They Killed My Family
Raymond... Raymond, can you hear me? You're all right. You're not in danger. Just hand over the knife and needle. Lay down and we'll give you something to rest. To sleep. Raymond, come on. Don't do anything stupid. We're not trying to hurt you.
By Sean Corbin5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Locket
The Heart Shaped Locket By Tracey McKenzie In the distant future, the world as we knew it was not the same. People as we knew them years ago, were packed up and sectioned into groups, tattooed, and were told not to coincide with other groups. Each group was sectioned by religion, race, political views, and of course wealth. Each group had their own type of branding to identify each other.
By Tracey McKenzie5 years ago in Fiction
Missing
It was late in the afternoon on a dark day in a dark week of a forgettable month. The summer weather was rough, not like the brutal weather in the big sandbox where I lost my way so many years ago. Hot summers in Tampa were so humid, you could chew the air.
By Gerald Jacobs5 years ago in Fiction
It Ain't Funny
From the darkest corner of the lounge, Sid raised the glass of house bourbon to trembling lips, took a swig and watched his best friend die. Again.
By Kat Nove5 years ago in Fiction
He Went to Jared
When the world ended, it didn’t end in some showy apocalypse. There were no aliens, no catastrophic climate events, no global nuclear wars. No, the world ended because of a birthday gift.
By Donna Thiel Cook5 years ago in Fiction
Please, Boy. Stay.
till alive in a world like this. He carried a serrated knife disproportionate to the rest of his body. She imagined if he swung it he would fall with it. She stared at him in awe. Was he a hallucination? Was the putrid stench of the surrounding Creeps finally getting to her? His eyes jumped from Creep to Creep, taking in their ugliness. His eyes caught hers and he lit up. He raised a hand and started waving frantically at her. She froze in place. What the hell is this kid thinking?!? One rustle of his sweater and these beasts are all over him. A Creep bumped its boney structure up against her coat and she started moving again. She looked away from the boy for a second to regain her feet and not alarm the hoard.
By Brooke Musgrave5 years ago in Fiction
Red Day
The air seemed to smell different today. There was a sweeter scent in the breeze- more than usual, Katlaya noticed. The sky also seemed to be casting a darker shadow than it usually did. She couldn’t tell if it had always looked like this, or if maybe she was just starting to get paranoid. Decidedly, she made a mental note to ask Harban when she got home if he noticed it today too. They knew a day was coming when this was to be expected, but they were never given the exact date or time- just a general idea of the era in which the Elders of the Council told them to prepare for. According to their estimates, it would be somewhere between her 35th-90th year. She was only 17 now, but that day, and everything that would happen when it came, always lingered in the back of everyone’s mind- even her old neighbor Lionul, who was 95 years old, and had no chance of surviving it or seeing it. He would be replaced by the time it came around. Unless of course, it came earlier than the Elders predicted. Which, to Katlaya, was definitely a possibility. Secretly, and only to herself, she often wondered if the Council really knew anything, or if they were just spouting nonsense to keep them all in some sort of limbo. She tried to never really spend any time thinking about that day which was to come, (which the Elders deemed, ‘Resurrection Day,’ but to everyone else just “Red Day,” though they never referred to it as that in front of them.)
By Isabella5 years ago in Fiction
Rusted Heart
Agnes was the first to see it, but we all ran towards it anyways as if we could beat her there. We were cleaning up an atrium when a sharp sparkle caught her eye. Having spent five days cleaning this area, we were used to seeing sparkles that were merely the remnants of dust floating through the sun-soaked space. After Agnes got closer to investigate the source of the light, we all circled around like it was time for lunch and Agnes was our food distributer. From what I could see, it was an odd shape. I did not have a name for it, since I had never even seen a book. Frank to my right said it was very dirty. His sister Frances conjectured that “it looks like a type of metal, but why is it so small?” Everything any of us had ever seen that was metal, was quite large. Things like cranes, wrecking-balls, and other demolition machines.
By Melissa Gilbert5 years ago in Fiction
Mimorian
Eyes are the window to the soul. I often thought that saying was bullshit but as I stared at the hazel eyes of the boy on the piece of paper in my hands, I could tell what his life was like without even reading over his file. Or maybe, it was just because I was used to it now.
By Sophie Mahk5 years ago in Fiction
The Biggest Boom
Maddie tucked the blanket tighter around her son's shoulders. He loved being as snug as possible. He smiled lovingly at her and she returned it. Pete wiggled a little in the mountain of pillows he used as a bed, finding just the right spot to settle into.
By Ama Levitt5 years ago in Fiction
After Earth
The unsettled earth plumed into a sandy cloud with each footstep. The crunch of each step slicing through the silence, the silence that pierced your ears. Along the horizon transparent darkness lay, eloping the dilapidated skyline of what once was, the musty orange hue of dystopia settling all around. There was no longer night nor day here, no seasons, no human life, for no man nor woman had existed in these lands for many centuries, what once was a thriving planet full of hope and prosperity, now a forlorn landscape, abandoned. Mother Nature had raged fury on her inhabitants; Waves higher than skyscrapers crashed the shores and beyond, ferocious winds thrashed buildings leaving a trail of destruction in their paths, the very heart of this beautiful planet erupted through the crevices and cracks in its broken exterior, her heart broken. Diseases mutated and multiplied metamorphosing into super viruses immune to any antidote. Famine spread far and wide. Those that remained turned on one another, the monetary greed far superseded the wealth of bonds and benevolence, and it rotted their very beings. A fight for survival commenced to which there would be none victorious.
By Hannah B5 years ago in Fiction