Short Story
Not An Asshole, Just Unfortunate
There are simple but absolute principles found everywhere in life, if you jump off a cliff, you’ll fall, if you cut yourself, you’ll bleed… If you throw a punch at someone hard enough and have your thumb tucked inside your hand, you’ll break your thumb. A hard lesson Raz was learning at the worst time.
By Jessica Pettet5 years ago in Fiction
A Locket to Lock Your Heart
Yellow. Fucking yellow. It’s the fucking color of caution. It means to fucking slow down. You would think we would have heeded caution, we would have slowed down instead of rushing to get the yellow locket, the heart-shaped necklace given to us after they jabbed our arms with their fucking poison. We were told if you want to stay in this world, you need this locket. That was a fucking lie. Good chance you might survive. It was also not a lie. Because without a locket you got locked out of life. Might as well be a fucking ghost.
By U.B. Light5 years ago in Fiction
A hearts journey
Looking out over the land in front of her, Katrine could picture her father’s wagon coming down the path pulling his wagon. The wheels squeaking from the weight of his load. It had been four years now since he brought his last load home. She missed him. He must have gotten killed by man or beast, or perhaps he tired of the family and moved on. She had seen it happen to another family and tried to push the thought from her head. He had always been happy, She thought, he had been more than content when he was home. Her mother always smiled the brightest when he was home. She had not smiled in a long time. It was her turn to walk the path and bring home things of value to her family. Katrine climbed down from the edge of the wall her father had built around their home. She gathered her carry all with supplies. Food and water was essential for her survival so she carried it close to her body. Even with it wrapped up, creatures could smell it and follow her. She would have to be alert and careful the whole trip. She had done it once with her father and then a few times with her brother. Ando had married last month so he now had his own family to forage for. That left Katrine to fend for her and her mother.
By Gina Solomon5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Straw
I listened in the back of the gathered crowd to the matricidal lunatic who led our town; if 300 people living out of the ruins of a skyscraper could be called a town. Today's lecture was about the dangers of keepsakes and how they detracted from a future-focused mindset. With the murder of our previous leader, this one's mother, so too went all family ties. Instead, children were to be raised by the community, never fully knowing their parents. Not for the first time, I considered leaving.
By Nathaniel Sanderson5 years ago in Fiction
When They First Showed Up They Had Gifts
“When they first showed up, before they started all this, they had gifts.” That’s how Grampy started his annual history lesson tonight. Something technically fantastic happened tonight when he showed us a heart. It made me want to start this diary.
By James M. Joyce5 years ago in Fiction
After the Rain
“I didn’t see you in church this morning, Brother Richard,” Lindsey said. Stevens thought that he would fall as his fear leaped into terror, his legs suddenly too weak to support his weight. His fear had been mounting since he had heard Lindsey and the other men squelch through the wet grass as they came around the side of the house to where he was working in the garden, and now fear was tearing at him in a blind ravenousness.
By Darin Price5 years ago in Fiction
They Killed My Family
Raymond... Raymond, can you hear me? You're all right. You're not in danger. Just hand over the knife and needle. Lay down and we'll give you something to rest. To sleep. Raymond, come on. Don't do anything stupid. We're not trying to hurt you.
By Sean Corbin5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Locket
The Heart Shaped Locket By Tracey McKenzie In the distant future, the world as we knew it was not the same. People as we knew them years ago, were packed up and sectioned into groups, tattooed, and were told not to coincide with other groups. Each group was sectioned by religion, race, political views, and of course wealth. Each group had their own type of branding to identify each other.
By Tracey McKenzie5 years ago in Fiction
Missing
It was late in the afternoon on a dark day in a dark week of a forgettable month. The summer weather was rough, not like the brutal weather in the big sandbox where I lost my way so many years ago. Hot summers in Tampa were so humid, you could chew the air.
By Gerald Jacobs5 years ago in Fiction
