Short Story
süße Rache
Under the overcrowded streets of a place once called London, lies a city beneath a city. Past the jumbled mass of pestilence, damp earth, sewage, and rot deep in the tunnels lives a small population of people. We are called the Kanalisationsdreck or sewer filth in the Queen's english, that’s the title given to us by the Ober Erder but we prefer the term Kanalis. The OE are what’s left of the people who stayed above in 1944. The leaders of the OE thrive on corruption and the most depraved form of debauchery only the sickest minds could fathom. Due to over population they have gone to even more extreme measures to keep their sheep in line.
By Nicole Murray 5 years ago in Fiction
Outlaw
Jamie sat down at his desk and opened his journal. Sitting quietly for a few minutes, the only sound being the synchronized tapping of his slowly dulling pencil, he stared at the blank pages and pondered on his most recent idea and what the best words would be to convey it.
By Allison Timmis5 years ago in Fiction
The Amulet of Power
Part One For centuries, mankind had struggled with controlling the power that comes with knowledge. Curious beings, humans are born into a system that prizes and rewards collectors of knowledge. They are akin to programmable machines, desperately probing into the unknown and hoarding what they discover for their own gain. Those without it, suffer to the benefit of those who were lucky or determined to receive it.
By The Hooded Man5 years ago in Fiction
The Rain
The earth was shaking again. In his pre-dawn stupor Ben fought to open his eyes against the heavy blanket of sleep that shrouded him. The dark room came into focus slowly, revealing nothing notable. The same familiar shapes as always were discernable in the darkness of his room. His hand automatically groped for the bedside table. He breathed a sigh of relief as the smooth surface of the lockets metal met his palm, cold in the chill of the winter air. He closed his fingers around it and brought it to his chest under the warmth of his woolen blankets.
By Diane R Freynik5 years ago in Fiction
The Future Of Giraffes
If you are going to write about giraffes, the temptation is to call them all names like "Gerald" or "Rafael," but if your story is one in which a boatload of giraffes goes to war in the beginning of time then... wait, "Rafael Giraffe" actually sounds pretty good.
By Briane Pagel5 years ago in Fiction
The Toll
“Any idea what the hell these are?” Liz pulled tight the strap on the Lee Enfield slung over her right shoulder as she grabbed a handful of tan vacuum-sealed packages from one of the crates scattered in the middle of the once busy London street. Liam cradled his Royal Army-issued rifle between his crossed arms, keeping an eye on the high up windows surrounding them while they scavenged. Without turning his shoulders, he turns his head to her.
By Theo Ducharme5 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare
Times were crazy, all of society was broken. Few places were still holding on to some kind of normal.This story is about how the bad got worse, after this there was no more hope for the future. Katherine, John, and their son John Jr. that they called Johnny, this is their story and how the world died after it's fall.
By Yony Queen5 years ago in Fiction
