Short Story

The Bloody Consequences
He hit me. In some ways, it still seems surreal. I did not feel like I was in danger before he hit me. I don’t feel like I am in any danger now. Except, of course, every time I pass the mirror.
By Christa Maldonado5 years ago in Fiction
Tin
In '99, we were just kids, fourteen and thereabouts. Like most teenagers where we come from, we was always raising hell, getting into all kinds of shit. Most afternoons we'd spend taking baby sips of whiskey and spinning on the swings until we almost puked. Liquor was never hard to come by. Once the jobs peter out, folks start to drink. Not a dime for rent, but they could scrounge enough for a bottle, and they would get so damn blitzed, it was easy enough to fill a couple coke cans with booze. At least enough to get our scrawny butts toasted. We were stupid little dick-wipes and like stupid little dick-wipes, we didn't know where the train was headed. It had just turned summer, school was done, and we didn't know how we were going to spend all that free time. We certainly didn't expect the summer would end the way it did, with that girl dying.
By Mack Devlin5 years ago in Fiction
'Til Death
The old world ended in fire. Marris remembered that much. He’d been a different person back then, sure, but he could still remember the Fall. Something like that you don’t forget.
By Morgan Ambrose5 years ago in Fiction
Vera
The Collector peels open her lids as the beginnings of the morning light creep through the window slats. She drags a dirty hand down her face, stretching her legs and climbing out of her cot. Sand batters the sides of the railcar that she calls home, casting a smoky shade over the rising sun. She pulls on her worn leathers and too small boots, throwing a rifle over her shoulder before stepping out into the wastes.
By Kaitlyn Burnett5 years ago in Fiction
Kal's Locket - Part 2
“Doctor Franklin?” A rough male voice enters the confines of my mind. “Sir, are you okay? You took quite a fall there.” “I’m fine, what happened?”
By Marcus Alan Perkins5 years ago in Fiction
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