Tag: short fiction
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Guidance
“The fire that burned down our first home wasn’t an accident. Your father died that night trying to save you from a terrorist attack on our capital. You were just a baby, but they knew that there was a power within you.” “The power to change the world around me with a simple thought. The ... -
The Gift
Susan hated company parties. Everyone pretending to like everyone and acting happy. People pretending to enjoy each other’s company while exchanging gayly wrapped presents. Plastering fake smiles on their counterfeit faces. Acting like everyone was their best friend. Pretending was not one of Susan’s strong points. If she liked you, she loved you—none of this ... -
Infected: Chapter 8
Read previous chapters of Infected here. Hadera ran into the parking lot with blood dripping down her face. Her heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to burst from her chest. Her vivid illusions were getting out of hand. She ran through the park cars trying to get to safety. ... -
Infected: Chapter 7
Read previous chapters of Infected here. The tears just kept on coming. Hadera sat at her computer desk, and she could not stop the sobs that escaped from her chest. The person she cared for the most was now dead, and there was no answer to what happened to him. All Hadera could think about ... -
Infected: Chapter 6
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Hadera took her time from getting off the bus. She knew she was extremely late for work, but from what everything she was experiencing as of late, she didn’t care at this point about being tardy. What she experienced at the train station was haunting ... -
Infected: Chapter 5
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 She hurriedly grabbed her keys as she ran out of her apartment door. Her high heels clicked the pavement as she omitted to use refrained from using the elevator and ran down the narrow steps from her apartment. She’d overslept yet again due to ... -
Turn And Return
It was in the rain beating the earth into submission outside. A calling. The quiet sort of call that drew Rhea from her bed. It was in the mice that brushed their heads with moistened paws beneath her cat’s lazy, yellow gaze. It was in her bundles of herbs and her books with thinning paper, ... -
Another Way
Mom kept pacing the living room, back and forth, not saying a word. It would have been easier if she just had just come out and told us how disappointed she was, announced our punishments, and sent us to our rooms. She wanted us to apologize, to explain. Finally, I could not stand the silence ...
