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Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Witch Of Cumberland Ave.
When I first saw Mrs. Moore she had a colander on her head and was wearing a green plastic trash bag poncho. She was on a rickety old ladder cleaning out the gutters of her dilapidated house. I congratulated myself on my good fortune — she appeared to be engrossed in her project and her back was towards me as I was attempting to stealth-walk past her front fence without being noticed. I was premature in my celebration as it turns out.
By Valerie Kittell5 years ago in Fiction
False Heroes #1
We live in a world of words, Sweet and warm revealed to be doing nothing but covering their sour taste of the service provided. A feeling not felt much by the common folk of this time but this world is about to awaken their senses to this putrid world's stench. Ah yes not just the sell swords and hedge wizards making easy sparkly silver Titans sweeping the small dredges of evil from the common folks viewing displeasure but actual heroes of old that only earn only the finest golden dragons as a minimum for their great deeds shall return, these sell swords parading around as ‘Heroes’ do not yet know that attacking a infestations lower life forms means the strongest have their time to prepare the final strike...Soon we will see the battle of the new guard toppling the old under the banner of hope and change...let us see what becomes of the False Heroes.
By John Crockett/Jacob Fenwick5 years ago in Fiction
When The Air Runs Out (Part 1)
Carly woke up with a start, breathing hard and looking around frantically, grabbing at the heart-shaped locket around her neck; this was the last thing she had of her parents. "It was just a dream" she thought as she let out a sigh of relief. Moments before, in her minds eye, she was being cornered by a pack of what she thought were wolves but didn't exactly look like wolves. They were thin with matted fur and she is sure she saw an extra tail or leg on a couple of them. What was going on? She knew the world was pretty messed up but was it really that bad?? She new that the air she breathed was getting polluted and that soon, there would be no clean air left, but she just figured that everyone, human and creature, would adapt. Maybe that wasn't the case after all, though what she had just seen was only a dream, wasn't it?
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Window
Sophie loved exploring, and today, she was making her way through brush and forest to find new places that remained yet unknown and undiscovered by her. Her best friend, Abby, had ditched her in favor of shopping with her Mother, but Sophie much preferred trekking through the woods any day to picking out a new outfit to wear.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding Toast
You’re looking at me like I’m nutzos. Here’s a guy in a tuxedo vest rooting around like a trash bandit. I promise there’s a good reason. Just give me a minute to explain. See that? You’re a total stranger and I felt the need to explain myself to you. That need happens to be what brought me to this point.
By Peter Wisan5 years ago in Fiction
The Resort
Far away in the mountains, the helicopter weaves amongst peaks without regard to physics. As non-aerodynamic as a bumblebee or dragonfly, it lifts on pockets of wind and drops without warning. To the millionaires strapped into the seats, it is a terrifying experience.
By Peter Wisan5 years ago in Fiction
The Amazing Instant Infant
“Customize your child!” The man on the screen announced excitedly. Dawna and Phil turned to the sound. They were a typical couple. She came from a Korean family. He was Nigerian, Phil Obasi was his full name. They’d been married for five years. They lived at 23 Cherry Tree, the street name and number of a tiny square of dirt, but, as Phil liked to say, it was all theirs and if you considered that their ring of land went straight through the earth, the sixteenth of an acre stretched into a thousand miles.
By Peter Wisan5 years ago in Fiction
We Can Never Run. We Can Never Hide.
"Run, Run, Run, that's all we ever do. Why can't we do something unconventional for a change?" Austria said as she threw her arms down. "Sweatheart, keep running, please, we are almost there–" my husband, Ian said before three IO guards rudely disrupted him.
By Ceo Of Dying5 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's paradise
The wooden door creaked open when Officer Thomas Richardson kicked it with his boots. He strongly gripped a pistol for the safety measures and progressed into the darkness of Mrs. Catherine Earnest’s basement. It was pitch black and anything could be hardly witnessed to the human eye. When he stepped in, a strong pungent odor smashed his breathing ability. Officer Richardson covered his nose and mouth by a small piece of napkin from his pocket. Slowly behind him, two other officers walked into the basement holding torches. The beam of flash managed to wipe out the darkness and guide them further. It was an eerie environment like a deserted place. No noise was echoed except their footsteps. There were broken and old furniture shattered all over the basement. The walls were roughly painted; the wallpapers were torn and it was cold inside there.
By Jayashree M5 years ago in Fiction
