Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Fiction.

Surviving the aftermath of War-torn Earth.
"When last did you hear a bird call?" Aura asked, turning back to stare at Rex. The big man shrugged, and the fifteen-year-old resumed trying to mind her own business.
By Marianna Felfoldi5 years ago in Fiction
The Past Into The Future – When You Unexpectedly Bump Into Your Ex
Walking on the sidewalk, with her phone in her hand, holding her bag with the other hand, it is difficult to see who is coming her way. She was e-mailing one of her clients, which was a very important task to do since she became one of the best violinist in the world and there is no management who is willing to help her feed her career in the right direction, so she does everything alone until today. These managements don't believe in her approach of entrepreneurship.
By Agnes Laurens5 years ago in Fiction
Junil
Harbu stood amidst a cloud of blue spores as they gently swept across the landscape. She reached toward the sky and closed her transparent eyelids. The spores attached to her fragile body, and her skin softened as it expanded and retracted. She was nourishing her body with Moonites that every living creature on Junil consumed. In return, creatures molted their skin and left them on the ground. That allowed the fungus to grow large enough to penetrate the rocky surface. The fungus drew energy from the only source of nutritious light, reflected from Junil's moon.
By T. R.5 years ago in Fiction
Worst. Tuesday. Forever.
How did I end up here? Me of all people!? Back to a wall in a dead end alleyway staring down a horde of zombies as they shuffle towards me to eat me. As many zombie games I've beaten and movies I've seen, how did I find myself between a rock and a hungry place!?
By Nathaniel Zeigler5 years ago in Fiction
Full Metal Locket
“Jas… wake up, we need to keep moving”. ‘Mhhmmmm’, Jasper let out a sleepy moan, the voice encouraging him to wake. “We have been here too long, pack up and keep quiet, it's early, come on, big day ahead.”
By Lauren Bryde5 years ago in Fiction
Hot Light
Ashes fell from the blackened sky. Sulfur scarred the lining of his nostrils as he struggled to breathe the inhospitable air. Falling to his knees his gaze fell upon a locket, he reached out. Fingers writhing in pain. As he neared the locket, he noticed its heart shape glowing a faint red, almost beating. Reaching closer toward the locket he watched as his flesh peeled from his bones evaporating into ashes as his muscles touched the locket he was enveloped in a bright, hot whiteness.
By Casey White5 years ago in Fiction
A Wild Sort of Curiosity
The wind glided around the great bird as it’s majestic wings cut through the air. The monstrous dinosaur flew, almost invisible to the naked eye, it’s feathery coat white as snow, blended almost perfectly with the white powder covering the surface of the earth. Over shadowy trees that creaked and wept in the wind, the owl flew towards the city, a very peculiar place in deed for such a bird.
By Mckayla Corder5 years ago in Fiction
Scavengers
I wake before the sun. It's the best time to scavenge. The beasts sleep at this time. They come out at night but they hide in the hills before the dawn. I sneak a quick glance out the window. It's dark and still. I throw my hair up and nudge Antoine sleeping beside me. "Leah." With one word, he sits up and rubs his eyes. He told me once that he liked to sleep late in his past life, before the change. Now we wake at the slightest noise, we are always on alert. We have to be.
By Alexandra Mullen Palacio5 years ago in Fiction
Cracks
I have a sick dog smell and my head feels barely attached to my neck stump, so when the tram lurches it swings from side to side. It feels like there’s cellophane over my eyes. Everything is filmy. Milky. But I can still see things. Just yesterday I saw Them beating a small woman with yellow hair, right out the front of Myer on Bourke Street. I saw them in their black vans taking children.
By Erica Williams5 years ago in Fiction
The Scattered
The weight from the plastic sea pulled against Ember’s legs as she struggled to run. Sweat poured down her dirt-crusted face as she gasped for air, choking down panic and searching for a way out. The Scattered were coming, and she had nowhere to hide.
By Kayjo5 years ago in Fiction
Great-Great Grandfather’s Locket
GREAT-GREAT GRANDFATHER’S LOCKET By Kathryn Page Shimkets What happens when life as we know it, the human connection is virtually non-existent - when our love of family is forced underground. It is the year 2200, few still had distant memories of actual human interactions. Most didn’t even know their surname, or the power that could come with the love of family. Several generations back, after the government forbid parents to allow their children to be homeschooled; and encouraged youngsters to report their parents for any activities that weren’t on the acceptable seven list; my great-great-grandfather designed a simple way to keep our family heritage alive and treasured. A plain heart shaped locket, no real value, except to the one who would hold it and treasure it and know the secrets it held.
By Kathryn Shimkets5 years ago in Fiction
James Swithinski: Enabler of Death
With a deep breath, James Swithinski left the wall he had been leaning on. It was dark outside, and James reached up to take his cigarette from his mouth. That was one of the few lights that shone in the alleyway the young man stood in.
By Tristan Palmer5 years ago in Fiction