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Most recently published stories in Fiction.

Reasonably lonely road
As I sit here in the sand, spinning around my heart shaped locket I got from my husband, I wonder, after all this searching, all these long dreadful days, after the world was known to be the end, I wonder ever so deeply, is it true, that I am the last person on earth? I'm sure there would of been other people with the same idea as me, hiding underground in a pretty big burrow I built when the last prediction of the dying world was being broadcasted, other people in their own underground haven, but so far, seems as if everyone was sceptical about it. I've knocked on every door I've come across, I've walked past billions of people burnt to smithereens, the poor fools who thought the world was gonna last forever, but sadly they were wrong. But I just could shake the feeling that I was the only one left, I just had to keep walking and searching.
By CosmicAli5 years ago in Fiction
Lonely Ghoul
"Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.” (William Shakespeare, Macbeth Act 1, Scene 4) It's a cool Halloween night, not cold but not warm, just a comfortable breezy night. I decide to escape my lonely prison and get her to escape hers. She’s had a particularly hard day and I want to make an attempt at levity. As I turn the corner to her street my heart stops at the sight of a stunning ghoul. Clothes as black as night around us from head to toe. Her leather jacket matching her combat boots, half of her beautiful face made to be a different kind of beautiful in contrast with her costume, and the other half just her. Her enticing eyes lock onto mine and she forces a smile. She wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her into a tight hug, one that shocks us both.
By Nick Queen5 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Wickedness and Righteousness
Rising above the hills, glinting through the canopy of trees the sun's rays fell upon three sleeping pilgrims. As the beams of light shone upon their heads the pilgrims awoke to greet the new day.
By Casey White5 years ago in Fiction
Apocalyptic Love
Jess was running as fast as her legs would take her. The buildings at her sides were blurring one into the other, and the unkempt pavement under the thin soles of her shoes was cutting a path to her skin. Ignoring the pain and the feeling of blood soaking her boots, she kept running.
By Thomas Powney5 years ago in Fiction
Shadow Work
A FAINT SCRAPING AGAINST THE FLOORBOARDS WOKE ME. My eyes opened. Faint, white light informed me it was midnight and something was moving under the bed. I laid still, hoping the sound was something my unconscious mind had fabricated—more scrapping.
By Gingerella 5 years ago in Fiction
Ermaline's Feast
As her wings shifted ever so slightly, the great beast turned, heading for the sun. Ermaline looked down on the people miles below and wondered that something so small and insignificant could be so tasty. Damn shame they fight back, she thought, wincing at the fresh scar on her side that had blistered from the heat of their torches. It was a bad burn, and not for the first time did she wonder why she was not fire proof outside as well as in. But it would heal, and she would be back, these humans were too good to resist.
By Heather Ewings5 years ago in Fiction
Gate Remains
awaken...Magnus we have crash landed!!! where are we Tefaris? We are back on earth! what year is it? its 2187 Magnus. This is madness Magnus yells. Weve been asleep and drifiting through space for nearly one hundred and sixty years!!!
By Frëdërîčk Höłmëš5 years ago in Fiction
In Full Suspension
“How long has the subject been in stasis?” “Ever since we retrieved her from the crash site, sir.” “Vitals?” “Normal, to an astonishing degree. There’s not even a scratch on her.”
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
Rose Bay Cemetery
I woke up to a furious downpour of island rain, again. Dousing itself against the windows of my car. the sky, threatening to crack its thunder overhead. But merely a threat. I slowly roll my head to my left shoulder, a little more aware now. My eyes are dry and sore, what else is new. I close them shut for some relief, inhale deeply and blow my warm tired breath onto my divers side window. I peel my eyes open and see the small fog patch I've left, I don't even bother with making a doodle in it. I take my sleeve and wipe it away annoyed. I haven't seen the sky for ages. I haven't felt the warm vibrating sun on my skin in just as long. Faded memories now, i guess. I lick my lips, cracked, thirsty...bloody. I bite my lip to peel the dead skin away from my mouth, I pull a little to hard and taste the iron. I need to stop doing that, i think. I keep my gaze to my left, sucking gently on my lip now. I see the rain has made made no difference with the tide being out, even though its pouring. Everything is coated in a layer of salt and mud.
By Nina5 years ago in Fiction
M Day
Chincoteague Island, VA 14 February 2320 I am totally alone, in the shattered remains of my broken home. I’m the last of my family (as far as I know) to be alive. I only have electricity because of the geothermal pipes that have been dug 2 miles from my neighborhood. They were dug 6 months after “M Day.”
By Wade Cox5 years ago in Fiction
The Mechanical Lover
I didn't know much about Sasha before she decided that I was good enough to take home. Her facial structure and symmetry was text book definition of attractive. I assumed perhaps her choosing me, as opposed to a human for mate, was solely companionship.
By Julia Fjeldstad5 years ago in Fiction
Hell's Gate
Hell’s Gate: A Short Story Brian J. Pehrson Night infiltration course, better known as Hell's Gate, my first real test as a Soldier. One hundred and fifty meters of barbed wire, dugout fighting position, hidden artillery simulators, and continuous M60 machine gun bullets flying just feet over our heads. To make it all better we just completed a forced 8-mile ruck march carrying 50lbs of gear and it is 2300 at night. Drill Sergeant Thorpe says that tonight at least one of his 75 privates will die a glorious death on the simulated battlefield by gunfire or explosions if they are lucky. I think he is just full of it though. At least I hope he is full of it. I am not too sure sometimes with him. He always has flashbacks to someplace called Kyrgyzstan fighting an unknown enemy there.
By Brian Pehrson5 years ago in Fiction