A post-apocalyptic series — Richard stopped to watch the flames in the fireplace dance. …

A post apocalyptic series — PANDORA’S STORY It was an unassuming jar, a plain earthenware jug that came up almost to her hip, sealed with a plug of red wax, drips staining the lip of the container. She lifted the heavy lid, exposing the wax, and tapped it with one long fingernail. She had been…

A post apocalyptic fiction series — Authors Note: I started this story back in November 2015 (before the pandemic, eerily, considering the subject matter), and stopped writing it in December 2015 when my mom passed away. I started it back up again in August 2021 and finished it then. I hope you enjoy!

A post apocalyptic story — There was no one to blame but him. Not the engineers. They did their job, they did everything correctly. It was the compounds. Well, and maybe it was the idiot that didn’t secure the area before leaving the room too, causing the compound to escape the secured air locked space…

Series — You wouldn’t think that the end of the world would happen just because you didn’t get to have your normal cup of coffee, now would you? But in Richard Gillivray’s world, that is exactly what happened. The downfall of civilization. Because you ran out of coffee. It’s like something from…

A post apocalyptic series — MACY He came up out of the ground, blinking in the brightness like a mole. He squinted, shading his eyes. The sky was far too bright, even though the sun wasn’t shining. Macy Simmons stretched his arms upwards until he felt his shoulders pop. …

A post apocalyptic series — This is the final part of this story! I hope you enjoy it. In her red coat, Dara was like a beacon, a flame, that attracted anyone nearby to the TV. Or it could have just been the fact that there was a TV on. …

The Netflix series — a review — I just finished binging all 9 episodes of the Netflix series Life After Death with Tyler Henry. And, I’m obviously living under the biggest rock imaginable, because when a coworker told me about it two days ago when I told her about the Netflix series Surviving Death (which I’ll write…

A post apocalyptic series — Melanie sat in the living room in front of the small fire she’d managed to make in the fireplace with the help of a pile of newspapers she found stacked at the back door to be taken out for recycling. She sat cross legged, the rifle lying across her lap…

A post apocalyptic series — It took Joe two full days to realize what was wrong. It wasn’t the fact that Melanie had abandoned him. It wasn’t that the whole country seemed devoid of life besides him. It wasn’t that he was alone, and had started to talk to himself for company. It was the…

A post apocalyptic series — “Now this is more like it,” Joe said out loud, though quietly. He glanced quickly into a field, and then away again. It wasn’t something he wanted to have etched in his memory, but he could tell, even from the quick look, that the large pile in the middle of…

Short story — The houses glowed like embers, their windows lit up like little sparks of flame by the rising sun. They looked so peaceful, so safe on the mountainside. As if Mother Nature herself was protecting them. But Jemima knew better. She knew that most likely, those little flames, their windows reflecting…

A series — RICHARD The alarms went off as soon as Richard left the lab without the proper precautions. But at that point it was too late. He had heard the saying before of your heart sinking, but had never thought much about it until then. The minute the alarm began to blare throughout…

A post apocalyptic series — Memories are a strange thing. They’re like movies that you can watch in your head, on repeat. Watching them over and over again. But they can also betray you. Somehow, sometimes they aren’t exactly how you remember them. Little things change. …

Poetry, time travel and toxic relationships — This week’s Guest Stories come from our regular guest story writers John Lewis, Lisa Gerard Braun and Denise Estey Lindquist! We have two pieces from John this week, non-fiction and fiction. A Familiar Complaint Among My Peers — is a reflection on why so many people seemingly hate to read…

And other stories — The Spectre He was born on the stroke of midnight on December 12th. All his life people had called him blessed. It must mean something, people said. They thought it made him special. He knew it meant he was cursed. But he tried his best to ignore the dark cloud that followed…

A series — It was over an hour later that Joe and Melanie stood awkwardly in the middle of the empty café. A slim man with thinning hair stood behind the counter, heating milk with the espresso machine. Joe removed the large backpack he’d filled with food, a pocket knife Char had got…

A series — “So why don’t you want to go to your family in Milwaukee?” Joe asked, to fill the silence in the car. “Missouri,” Melanie corrected. “Well, for one thing, I can’t really get there very easily since they’ve stopped all the planes. Unless I want to do something stupid like hitchhike.” …

A series — MELANIE Melanie stared at herself in the small bathroom mirror. The bags under her eyes seemed even darker than the day before. “Another day for the crime fighting superhero,” she said to her reflection. Whatever good answering phones and opening mail did for reducing crime at Hallard & Sons Law…

A short story — Usually, you don’t remember specific days. At least I don’t. But I’ll remember last Saturday for the rest of my life. It started out like any other Saturday. I was walking down the sidewalk toward the bus stop, minding my own business and avoiding looking at anyone too closely, when…