Short Story

No Place Like Dome
The smooth ride on the tram took me up above the city streets, sharing cars, buildings, and the dome beyond the city limits. The lighting presented to be a bright, sunny day as it projected it across the city. A lie however as I looked at the highlight on my phone. An advertisement to see the massive sandstorm that raged outside. A scoff came out as I deleted the notification.
By Mychaila A. Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Saving Jacob
Lilith stared out the kitchen window absently running her fingers along the chain of her necklace. She was watching two young neighbor boys chase each other in the adjacent yard firing toy cap guns at one another. It had been three weeks since Andrew’s funeral. Her beloved boy. Her first born. Even the best morticians in the metropolitan area couldn’t reconstruct his face so they could have an open casket. Her poor, sweet Andrew.
By Haleigh Overseth5 years ago in Fiction
The Pale White House With a Red Brimmed Door.
When I was younger, I lived on my reservation. It was just on an offshoot of it less than a quarter of a mile away from some white town called Cutbank. As a child, I couldn’t really distinguish the difference between the two but I’m sure any adult from Cutbank could, and did. It was nice though, a lot of what I can remember at least. Going back to visit now is always strange seeing just how much things have changed for better and worse. I used to live in this house in the center of the offshoot called Seville. It wasn’t a very big place at all, Probably no more than 40 houses making up this area. It is some strange cul-de-sac-like place with an island in the middle with houses shooting out. I lived there, on the island, in the center of it all. It was like I was the sun of this little solar system. Just across the street, and I mean directly across, is what always had my mind in a bind.
By Violet March5 years ago in Fiction
The Actress
Introduction: This bedtime story, The Actress, was originally written for my two daughters, both pre-schoolers at the time. A year or so later, I put it, along with three poems, into two file binders, one for each of my daughters to have. A few months ago, a half century later, my daughter found her copy and read it aloud to her husband and reminded me of what it had meant to her. I share with you my daughter’s copy of ---
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Days
Lily was playing with her reflection. There was no mirror she could see - there was nothing but flowers and trees in the garden - but the image wore the same dress as her, had the same dark brown eyes, the same black curly hair - even had the exact same shade of brown skin as Lily’s. She made funny faces at her reflection and watched it laugh as it made them back.
By Tytiana Browne5 years ago in Fiction
The Land of the Eternal Sun
The house was dead. It had been for weeks, but the woman's voice still crackled over the wall-mounted radio, blasting warnings and instructions into the hollow plaster shell of a home.
By Tricia Lynn5 years ago in Fiction
Change of Heart
Once there was a zombie. It used to be a man but it wasn’t anymore. Now its mouth couldn’t form words and its skin was rotting and so was its brain. It knew it had once been human but it couldn’t remember exactly what that meant, would only get flashes of pictures in its head like lightning — there one second but gone the next. It remembered a heart-shaped locket, a swing creaking on a sunny day. It remembered green lawns and tinkling laughter and something it thought was called a snowy ball fight.
By Aisling Door5 years ago in Fiction
The Inheritance
Jenaye shot up from her sleep in a cold sweat. She had another dream about when The Sickness first happened. Jenaye was only four when The Sickness hit the people of her town. The whole country was affected by a slow chemical leak into the water supply. By the time the health organizations and government realized the leak was happening, it was too late. People were falling ill and dying at extremely fast rates. Many of those who did not die remained sick and disabled. Other survivors were able-bodied but became grossly disfigured, experiencing lesions and discoloration on their skin. But a very small minority, like Jenaye and her sister Jina, remained unaffected. Those who had paler skin were more likely to be affected by The Sickness and Jenaye’s skin was smooth and dark. She inherited it from her mother, who disappeared after volunteering for a new medical trial that everyone hoped would be successful in reversing The Sickness.
By Rukiya 5 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
If you wanna know what happened, I have to tell you everything, my parents taught me never to lie. I'm also not allowed to talk about this stuff though, my parents say if I keep making up stories, everyones just gonna think I’m a fibber, and I'll never have any friends. But I’m not making it up, It's not my fault my eyes and ears are broke, cuz I didn't ask them to break
By Matthew Cook5 years ago in Fiction
For Keepsake
“Such a nice day, isn’t it?” I opened my eyes, still blurry, trying to focus on the person in front of me. ‘What was that?” I responded. I was able to now see a short woman whose face was smudged with dirt, smiling at me. “I said it’s such a nice day today!” She says again with a now disturbed voice. “Yes. Yes, it is. Have a good day.” I said to her, to avoid further conversation. She skipped off and disappeared down the hill. I looked up into the sky and said to myself, “The day is not so nice. Not at all.” I looked around and saw the empty wine bottles I had drowned myself in last night. I felt out of place since I had fell asleep outside from the abandoned building that was now occupied with others who escaped from the dangers of our new world. I sat up and adjusted myself and looked up into the sky, where once I saw clear blue skies, but now the sky was dark and filled with smoke and smog. Almost everything around us was turned to ash. I felt the warmth of the tears as they fell from my eyes to my cheeks. “Breathe Lisa. Breathe.” I said while I felt myself hyperventilating. I then grabbed my necklace and held it tightly while I took deep breathes and calmed myself down. I took off my necklace and opened it, and saw the picture of my grandmother. I heard her words telling me “I’ll see you in a sec.” I smiled as I stood up to walk inside.
By Denietra Franklin5 years ago in Fiction
The Surface
Bing! Jaycee rolled over in bed and looked at the time. 7:30. Time to sign in for the morning news. She sighed and put on her virtual reality headset, which logged her in with a retina scan for the daily report. The Authority’s logo flashed over the screen before the deep voice of the Spokesman started the report. Nothing new: the surface was still uninhabitable, there was a new flavor of nutritional rations, and the stock market was up or down. She made her morning coffee, which was a nutritionally perfect version of the real thing. She had never tasted real coffee; the Descent happened before she was born.
By Emily Wright5 years ago in Fiction
Before
She’d had a family. Before. Her husband with unerring patience, a man who radiated warmth like the sun, who straightened her corners and kept her from trouble. Their daughter, a wicked dance with nitroglycerin in the form of a child, tight curls always moving, laughter ringing out from her lips day and night.
By Caty Renee5 years ago in Fiction