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January 25, 2021
Science Fiction Stories Nick Wilkins

Number 142

When the day finally arrived, Kevin couldn’t believe how perfect she was. The men in the white coats always watching them through the window surely agreed too as they couldn’t hide the smiles off their faces as they nodded at each other. After all the…
January 25, 2021
General Stories Sayasi Ghosh

Doctor Anurag

“He’s positive.” Anurag draws a sharp breath through his unmasked mouth. The tropical March air seems cold enough to run a chill down his spine and freeze his feet to the white tiles of the hospital floor. “Prepare a bed in the isolation ward and move him…
January 24, 2021
Mystery Stories Joe Duffy

Out Of The Blue

Paula crouched, petrified, at the top of her stairs. She strained her ears, trying to sift through the ceaseless New York traffic. Someone was downstairs, navigating the disjointed clutter of her cramped apartment. Paula closed her shadowy green eyes,…
January 24, 2021
General Stories Vardaris

The Viking's Nightmare

Torsten, the Viking, was a successful Viking in many respects. He had raided Ireland with Ragnar Forktooth and pillaged the land of the Rus with Olaf, the Bellicose. He lived in a lavish longhouse with his beautiful wife, Hjordis, their robust children, and…
January 23, 2021
Horror Stories Misato Kawahara

Laughter Is For Slaughter

The room is cold. And small. And cold. And dark. And cold. And empty. Did Imention cold? Well, it is really cold. There is a small stain in the wall that raises in front ofme. It is a dark, almost invisible stain. I named her Vera, because I thought she…
January 23, 2021
Flash Fiction Jim Woessner

It's Him

Margo looked without expression at the white sheet, a snow-covered mountain range in miniature with a lake of stainless steel at the edges. “Are you ready?” the detective asked. She nodded. He lifted the sheet and folded it neatly across the dead man’s chest.…
January 22, 2021
General Stories Robyn Knibb

The Dangers of Wearing Red

Emma felt that familiar, sick, nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach as she looked around the empty apartment. This was supposed to be a fun weekend in the city with her old school friend, Helen. But it had all gone wrong. Emma’s flight had thankfully…
January 21, 2021
Science Fiction Stories Justice Marino

Lucky For Life

Chamalis fought to keep a neutral, emotionless expression on her downwardcast face. The smell of burning flesh urged her gag reflex to escape her concentratedefforts of suppression. Whispering rhythmically through the air the impossibly thin whipsped towards…
January 19, 2021
Mystery Stories Addison Pamment

He Lives Within Her

His time has come to present himself through her. To push from deep inside her body to the outside of her skin, and to transform her into himself. Living with him for her sixteen years of life, came with her own battles of self-identification. Not once was…
January 19, 2021
General Stories Dave Cuzzolina

The Debtor

In his bedroom, one of seven in the sprawling suburban Chicago mansion, Henry Farcas perched on a stool in front of an easel. A copy of Rembrandt’s “The Stoning of St. Stephen” sat propped on a table just beyond the easel, and Henry’s eyes moved from it to…
January 18, 2021
Science Fiction Stories MoonloverCR

The World Of Prisha

It all started one Friday night, apparently a pandemic was going on. It had been only a week since “Adara” moved from her parents to a house to live on her own (well more like her parents agreed on self living because they knew the people who leased the…
January 17, 2021
Horror Stories Christian Jerome

The Drive At Sweet Hallow

It was one in the morning and she was driving along Sweet Hallow Drive. She just ran over something. Hands shaking, she pulled up her handbrake and got out of her seat. Her pulse was dizzyingly high, her body full of adrenaline. She was tense and alert. Then…

Three hours… Three hours had passed, and Tony was becoming increasingly anxious.

"HEYY!"  His voice rang out through the valley.

"HHEEYYYYYYY!?"  It was pointless, and Tony knew it.

The only signs of life were the stars, and as beautiful as they were, those glistening balls of gas offered no solution to his situation.

As he lay there, in a tangled mess of rubber, and scrap metal, he could not help but laugh; his parents were right, he had been the cause of his own demise.

 

The turning point of Tony’s life had began less than twelve months ago, when an impending realization had occurred, after suffering a debilitating injury.  Spending six months essentially sedentary, excluding the frequent trips to the hospital.  Months spent lying in his bed, sprawled on the couch, or slumped on the floor had taken their toll on his mental state.  Tony figured he was just going through a rough patch; however, his General Practitioner disagreed, slipping a wad of prescription pads in his hand as he ushered Tony and his crutches out of his office.

 

“What is wrong with me?” He wondered.
“Why is this happening to me?” Anxious thoughts jostling about, which he seemed to have all but lost control of.  It was a clear Tuesday afternoon in late April, the sun cast long dark shadows across the concrete jungle.  The light piercing Tony’s eyes through the spaces between the buildings brought back fond memories of family camping trips, playing flashlight tag, and the sweet crackle of a perfectly roasted marshmallow.  Tony had paused in an opening next to a used car dealership, reminiscing of simpler times.

BEEEP BEEEEP
“Woodstock was 35 years ago ya hippie!” An obscenity yelled from a passing car quickly brought him back to reality.  There would be no more family camping trips, and things in life were becoming increasingly complicated by the day.

 

Glancing down at his watch, Tony figured he had about thirty minutes of daylight left.  Quickly doing the math in his head, he set off toward the chemist at a pace he felt he had not travelled at in many months.  I’m going to open her up, see what these babies can do! He thought, laughing at the quote from one of his favourite movies.  As he neared the chemist, his heart skipped a beat as he contemplated what kind of drugs are they giving me today?

“Hi there, I have these scripts I need filled please.”  The lady behind the counter approached cautiously, inspecting every inch of his person,
“Certainly young man, and do you have some form of photo identification on you?”  Her pitch seemed to waver as she spoke,
“I do.” He quickly replied,
“Could I see it then?”
“Why do you need to see my ID?  My name is written on all four of those scripts.” It had been a long day, and Tony just wanted to be back home, resting his leg.

The lady behind the counter seemed puzzled, but persisted with her request,
“How on earth are we supposed to know that the name on the scripts matches your name? You could have just nabbed these from someone on the street, God knows what people like you would do to get their hands on these meds.”  She spat back with a stare that pierced Tony like a needle through a nub of warm cheese.  
“Okay… Lady… Maybe next time try speaking in full sentences from the beginning, and we can avoid the embarrassment of you losing it like 2007 Brittney Spears.” Smirking as he handed the chemist clerk his drivers license.
“Take a seat Mr.… Benton” Glancing down at the scripts for a name, “we’ll call you when they’re ready.”

As he slumped into the plastic sofa, a sinking feeling came over him; he knew that he would be waiting for a while.

 

Tony had always been involved in extreme sports, not letting a day of health go by without pushing his limits.  Most recently he had been all engrossed by Downhill Mountain biking.  The idea of a man on a two-wheeled horse, traversing the nooks and crannies of a mountainside with immense speed appealed to his adventurous side.  The images of his first and only trip on his new bike flashed through his mind; it was at that point he knew he would have to overcome the mountain that stole the last nine months of his life.

 

Everybody he spoke to said that he was crazy, that he had finally gone and lost his marbles.

 

Ring Ring
Answering his phone without a thought to check who was on the other end, he was assaulted with a familiar voice,

“Now listen here Tone.” A name that only one person had ever called him.
“I hear you’re in a bit of a bad way.  Nine months trapped inside a dusty old house’ll do that to a bloke, y’ know.”  Uncle Joe was the self-proclaimed family psychiatrist, graduating from the University of Uncle Joe, with a Bachelor of life in 2003.
“He’s just like his father was at that age…  Young, dumb and full of completely stupid ideas… He’s gonna get himself killed that boy.”  He heard Aunt Rita chime in from the background.  
“Listen Joe, this isn’t something that I am considering doing, or something that I might do if the weather permits.  This is something that, if I don’t do it, I may not ever be myself again.  I know that you, Rita, hell even Mum ‘n Dad think I’m crazy.  But I have a conviction that a life lived in fear is a life half lived, and that is not how I want to spend my days on this Earth.” There was silence.

“Tone.”

“Tone!  Ya still there?” 
“Yes, Joe, what? Clenching his eyes to stem the impending onslaught of tears.

“Your Mother, your Father, they said if you ever answered our call, to tell you they love you.” Tony couldn’t hold the floodgates any longer, and tears burst forth.  “They are scared that you are turning into your own judge, jury, and executioner.  Don’t make the same mistakes that your Father did.”  Echoed silence rang out over the phone line.
“You’ll see Uncle…”

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Lachlan is a budding young writer, who's biggest struggle is finding time to put pen to paper. Spending his time studying, working, or out and about Brisbane, Australia.  Still relatively new to the writing game, we look forward to future instalments.

 

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