Tag: Dystopia Fiction
Friday Fictioneers: Doomed to the Max
Friday Fictioneers: The World Beneath
I watch as the water drains from the pipe above into the well below. It must be still raining up above, I think. Most of the city must be underwater by now.Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The World Beneath”
Friday Fictioneers: Doomed World
I live in a doomed world, I think grimly as I huddle in the dark corner of the Red Mountain Market and Deli, my go-to grocery store some 20 years ago. Teeth clattering, hands shaking, I reach into my jacket pocket for my trusty bottle of Ibuprofen. Great, final two. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Doomed World”
Sunday Photo Fiction: The Meaning of a Charm
December 25, 2146, Seaside Village, Historic North Carolina
In gray stockings and a wool dress draped around her ankles, eleven-year-old Lula opened the door and stepped out of the two-bedroom rambler she and her parents have called home all their lives. Sucking in a deep breath, Lula glanced around the white-washed, orange-roof village. It had been days since everyone had been permitted to step outside but days is always better than the months and sometimes years to be stuck indoors due to frequent acid rainstorms.
“Hello, Lula.” Mrs. Baker from next door greeted.
Lula shielded her eyes from the sun and smiled, “Hello, Mrs. Baker. Are you off to the market?” She asked, noticing the basket hanging from Mrs. Baker’s elbow.
“Ah yes, I’m afraid this quarantine has depleted our food storage. Well, I’ll see you later, dear.” Mrs. Baker turned but paused, “Oh, I almost forgot.” She patted the pocket of her gray dress similar to Lula’s and produced a small metallic charm with the phrase, “Merry Christmas!” Lula stared at it, frowned, unable to recognize its meaning.
December 25, 2156
Standing on the beach by her home, now twenty-one, Lula stares at the charm in her hand, still perplexed, “What does this mean?”
A Response for Sunday Photo Fiction.
Friday Fictioneers: Restricted
The alarms shrieked the second I walked into the library followed by flashing red lights. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Restricted”
Sunday Photo Fiction: The Darkness Return
Lydia grabs the photo on the fireplace mantle. The photo shows a little girl in the garden. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: The Darkness Return”
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Raising the Flag
For as long as they can remember, the world has been at war – countries fighting among themselves to the point when no one knew who the enemy was. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Raising the Flag”
Friday Fictioneers: The Fire That Took Her
A follow-up to this story…
“Do you remember the fire that made the news a few years ago?” I nodded. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Fire That Took Her”
Friday Fictioneers: The Search
In the last moments of his life, Dad told me something that changed my life forever. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Search”
Friday Fictioneers: A year after…
Slowly, she turned the knob and pushed the door inward. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: A year after…”
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Extraordinary Storm
I knew something wasn’t right the moment I stepped out of the office. My surroundings hissed and hummed noisily with warnings of a storm. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Extraordinary Storm”
Friday Fictioneers: New Beginning
Hovering high above the city, he watched the water invade the city he once loved, Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: New Beginning”