Short Story
Fire & Metal
*Clink* She wiped her brow with the back of her hand. *Clank* Her arm ached after the hundredth swing of the mallet. The blade was almost as flat as she needed it to be. She swung her free arm around to twist a ball of glass in the fire, ready to be shaped. This is what happens when your blacksmith father takes an extra hour for lunch, she thought to herself multitasking her dad’s unfinished projects. The demand for blacksmiths skyrocketed in the country, but Ada figured it was because men were out drinking while the kids got stuck running the shops. She had to give her father some credit though.
By Anna Koduru 5 years ago in Fiction
Hope After The Fall
The fall of humanity. Before you rush to any drastic conclusions, it wasn't zombies or any man made war virus; it was simply greed. That all it came down to. Man kind drove the earth into nothing; depleting the natural resources so fast, that the earth had no time to replenish itself. Very few trees remain, so the air quality is very poor. Water is scarce, so being able to conserve what little there is has become the most important survival skill. My name is Emily Meyers, and I am one of the last known human survivors of the apocalypse.
By Mariah Wright5 years ago in Fiction
On Your Daughter's Eighth Birthday
On your daughter’s eighth birthday she will fall down a well. She will swim to the bottom, open a hatch she’ll find there and be given one bloody plastic bag by a mermaid, who’ll reach through with a glittering hand and pull her to safety. Your daughter will crawl out of a sewer grate, dripping, in the rain, clutching the bag. On her return home she will profess to hate you. This will continue through her teenage years, during which time she will read a lot and raise chickens.
By Eric Dovigi5 years ago in Fiction
The deadly locket
So here’s a story about a heart shaped locket. When I saw this locket, I just had to have it. It was gold in color, pretty plain, with a very tiny, almost invisible diamond on the right side of you are looking at it. The inside was that of a normal locket but this in particular locket held a secret. So, I should go back and say this locket was a gift I bought myself but it was not from a fancy jewelry shop. It was from a pawn shop. Someone in a hurry sold it because they needed money quickly. I don’t think they got a lot for the locket but it seems like a piece of jewelry that can easily be discarded. When I saw it, it literally spoke to me and I just had to have it. When I opened the locket, inside I found a life of hurt, good times, and lonely nights. There was a picture in the space and it occurred to me that this was no ordinary locket and the person that pawned it needed to get rid of it and it waited, almost on baited breath, for its next victim. When I placed the locket on my neck I felt a pull from inside my chest, of course I ignored it because that was a crazy feeling and not from a locket I told myself. The locket seemed to pull me into its disparity and dysfunction. I felt a burning in my chest but I kept telling myself it was nothing and it couldn’t be the locket.I thought it was strange that I didn’t have these feelings when the locket was off only after the locket owned me, I was not able to get the locket off. So, here’s the story of my locket, the locket I grew to hate and the locket that ultimately took my life……
By Maria Tarquinio-Kuhn 5 years ago in Fiction
Burnt
I trudged on wearily, lonely. The dirt road stretched for what seemed like forever and the large hill in the distance seemed to loom like Mt. Doom if it was placed in the desert south west. My shoes, which had at one point been the staple of every outfit I wore, now seemed to pour in bad memories with every step.
By Kathryn Van Dran5 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix Rising
Our world is no longer ours. They came from the sky. Major cities destroyed in a matter of hours, humans subdued and enslaved before we even knew what hit us. The Imperium. A race of warriors; brutal, unforgiving, and merciless. The overseer being the worst of all, Commander Valron.
By Miranda Arelt 5 years ago in Fiction
The Right Thing
Previously on Knife Skills The party was over; it went on longer than anticipated, until about 2:30 AM. The night, having gone better than expected, ended with several strong drinks with Rhiannon, an old friend whose reputation has caught my attention. She got a ride home from one of my chauffeurs, I insisted. No need for my new partner to catch an Uber when I have many employees under my belt. After her departure, I received a call from a potential client, a wealthy man from the Middle East who wants to sterilize his teen daughter to keep her from procreating. A very powerful statement for his two younger daughters to honor their father. Sounds like my specialty.
By Rain Dayze5 years ago in Fiction
