Short Story

In the Eye of the Fire
When I walked through the open door I saw a fire was already lit in the fireplace. A musty-looking rug was draped over a frayed sofa, two empty, finger-smudged glasses and a fresh candle were on the table.
By Alison Victoria Shepherd5 years ago in Fiction
Donor
Blank, unseeing eyes gazed past me as I typed the hour's stats into my data collector. Blood pressure: normal. Haemoglobin: satisfactory. Oxygen levels: good.
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Fiction
That Day, That Woman
There she was in all her infamous glamour. Red acrylic nails with a weave flowing down her back; typical. I hated her. How could he bring her along today? He only graced us with his presence once a week since he moved out a month ago and I was still adjusting when he showed up with That Woman in the passenger seat. My pearly whites betrayed my sinking heart. Smiling while having a dagger plunged and twisted into my core was now common. I craved for my mother’s nurturing at that moment, but I had to be strong and set an example for my three siblings. I swallowed every painful word that wanted to escape and held on firmly to every salt laced drop that begged to stream down my innocent cheek.
By Miss Walker5 years ago in Fiction
Masked Ball
Jake watched a few of them, all masked up, hitting cautious tennis balls with their racquets out on the softball field in Inwood Hill Park, the masks all a various combination of cowboy bandanas, medical grade coverings, and slinky black stretchy things that sling around the ears, and even plain white table napkins tied behind the neck. Since the park officials had closed the courts and taken away the nets, they were all wondering where they were going to go. The tennis courts themselves were no great accomplishment, basically just green paint and white lines on concrete next to two basketball courts, and near a twenty-foot high concrete wall that served the handball court.
By Jay Amari5 years ago in Fiction
SADIE
She closed the locket, running her fingers along its heart-shaped edge. So much she had lost over the past year, but this one hurt the most. Looking out at the leaden sky, she felt a heaviness. The world had changed and she hadn’t been able to stop it. She would soon suffer the same demise as Henry, but she had water for now. For now.
By Melissa Haley5 years ago in Fiction
Together
His palm is pressed firmly against mine, his fingers holding our hands together. His callouses draw my attention, stiff from work. Our bodies are exhausted from effort and the heat is disseminating into the ground and air around us. Soaked in sweat, I vacillate into shivering. The dog next to me is shifting her weight to find a more comfortable position. My mind is separate from my body, and much as I know I need to bring both things together, I can’t seem to unify my thoughts and actions. A mental inventory of my physical state requires more focus than I have. As we’re in no position to talk, I won’t have to extend any false assurances. I let the effort slide.
By Nicole Shumate5 years ago in Fiction
Elysium
Quickly! Shanae was running, feeling the adrenaline rush through her limbs giving her a burst of energy she hadn’t felt before. The gates were close now, but dogs might have been closer. She could hear them, snarling, baring teeth as they sprinted after her.
By Maxine Hancock5 years ago in Fiction
Brasky 'n' Leroy
It all started when our (former porn) star, Bill Brasky, woke up in a disease-infested jungle. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling abundantly worried, Bill Brasky groped a banana, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, he realized that his beloved iPad was missing! Immediately he called his undeclared soulmate, Leroy . Bill Brasky had known Leroy for (plus or minus) 11,000 years, the majority of which were striking ones. Leroy was unique. He was charismatic though sometimes a little... clueless. Bill Brasky called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
By Joel Greene5 years ago in Fiction
To The Stars
I sat on my windowsill staring out at the stars. The darkness of the night was minimized by the city lights illuminating the hazy could of smog that floated above the buildings. Even though it was hard to forget that our planet had become too toxic to live on that the air outside was unbreathable from centuries of careless polluting the twinkling glow of the stars shining in the distance reminded me that there was still hope. That there was a goal, something tangible that I could, even just as one lonely girl on a big dying planet to make a difference, to save the world.
By Clara Jennings5 years ago in Fiction
Table for Three
We gathered ourselves just beyond the single-doored entrance of the restaurant, ushered in under the harsh confluence of the dark and the cold that titled that ordinary winter evening. Or, perhaps, not so ordinary when considered in light of the occasion that brought us there that night. Ms. Sabel, our close friend of two decades, had just turned twenty-seven, and Sira and I, harbouring a semblance of appreciation and respect for social ceremony, had insisted on our taking her to dinner to celebrate.
By Brandon Lever5 years ago in Fiction
The Little Black Book
The car drove by way too fast, and the object thrown from the window landed on the sidewalk ahead of her. Her instinct was to keep walking and pretend she did not notice. But...she was going to pass it, so she may as well see what it was.
By Lynn Jordan5 years ago in Fiction
Served Chilled
Food. That's all I could think about. My stomach audibly cried for me to eat something, anything. A man at the other end of the car carried an apple, half rotten. My face twisted at the sight of such disgusting food. I was already failing at attracting attention as I rocked back and forth. Pulling my sweater closer around me, I took the time to scan the train car.
By Kaitlyn Therese Bouchard5 years ago in Fiction