Short Story

Challenger
I've heard wind of a so-called impossible game. The most difficult challenge in our star system yet. It was made by this crazy dude who wanted to see something interesting happen in this new world. The reward itself isn't half bad either. A claim on one of the many plots of land in the arena. I'll have to go and check it out soon, if I want to have any chance of winning. A few people took the challenge a few years ago when it opened, no one has heard from them since.
By Glauticus5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary
“I’ve got to get it,” I said as I stood near the precipice that was now my life. “That’s suicide. Just leave it.” I shook my friend’s words out of my head.
By Cindy Kovacik5 years ago in Fiction
Orphaned
Inside a child's wardrobe, covered in pink shirts and plasma-proof vests, hidden from the light, there lay a metal heart. Despite her pleas, Hope’s adoptive guardians ignored her. The heart-shaped locket remained undetected, and so did Hope’s tearless cries. It wasn’t the first time David and Linda were too busy for her.
By Alexander Yuri5 years ago in Fiction
The Spiral
It hung around his neck, unnoticeable to all the passers by. He had often tried to open it before, hoping it contained a facet of knowledge of where he had come from. His past was a blur, and anytime he tried to remember anything, he was met with empty memories and a headache. He twirled it around in his fingers as he walked, trying to imagine what was so special about it. His father had given it to him a few years ago and told him it was a family memento. He had no idea whose it was originally, but it looked very old. It seemed much older than his father, to whom it had belonged. He barely even had known his father, and had only met the man once, and that was only to give him the locket and then disappear from his life entirely. For some reason though, he didn't resent the man for walking out on him. In fact, he was grateful to have met the man, if only for a brief moment so he could drop off the family locket. He could only assume his grandfather had given it to his father a long time ago.
By Erin Ward5 years ago in Fiction
Foundling 428
Veins expanding, pulsing with the movement of blood from her extremities back to her heart. The colour of her forearm seemed to shift with each pulse, as if the pigments of her skin were grains of sand, continually manipulated by whatever force now lay within her. Various shades of blue spread across her arm, reaching up to her elbow, and then stopping, rearranging, and shifting once again; always contained within the same area – for now.
By Sarah Lamb5 years ago in Fiction
The Test
The line always seemed to crawl on testing day. But the news tablet in my hands was so distracting, the lady in line behind me nudged me to step forward when it was finally time to move.
By J. D. Everly5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
The locket feels heavier than usual, where it rests on my skin. It is, of course. They had returned it to me promptly, even made sure it looked just as worn as before. That the faded photo inside still had one crinkled edge — turning his smile slightly askew.
By Jennifer Juneau5 years ago in Fiction
We didn't know
I felt something cold in my hand when she reached out for me. She pressed it into my palm and it was cold, so cold. I knew then that it was over.
By Lindsey Harvey5 years ago in Fiction
No Sound, No Music.
The relentless drone filled Price's ears as he stepped out onto the cold, dark street. A noise he'd grown so used to that he barely even noticed it anymore, yet, in his fleeting moments of awareness, he could still sense the surreal aspect to this sound that accompanied him everywhere he went. The banal hum seemed to follow him, but in truth, it followed them all. Or did they follow the hum? Price was so inured to the sound now that he could barely tell the difference, or even if there was a difference at all. What did it matter anyway?
By Iain McIntyre5 years ago in Fiction
Dangerous Things
There are no boundaries. That’s the first thing I notice as the pod speeds toward the Preserve. Not that I thought there’d be barbed wire, but something. A fence, at the very least some tech. Dangerous things should be caged.
By Bethany Hudson5 years ago in Fiction
The Superior Inferior
Nora's eyes flew open and she began to violently cough. The scent of burning hair and flesh already filling her nostrils, her lungs fighting to cope with the inhalation of ash. Extermination of The Inferior was off to an early start today. She sat up and wiped bloody mucus from her mouth and grabbed a nearby glass of water. It was full of ash as well, but ashes to ashes, dust to dust; she needed a drink. This was life now, and her rations were running dry.
By Sage River Black5 years ago in Fiction
The End of Time
The End Of Time Donald Bambrick Jamie looked at the Locket. He opened it again. His wife, Margaret, their daughter, Jacinta, who would be forever known as Jaccs, and himself.
By Doanld Bambrick5 years ago in Fiction