Apocalypse Artist - A short story (WIP)I didn't know how to feel about the way the war ended. It felt sudden. Surreal. Sure, there were signs this might happen. Our economy failed almost overnight, it seemed. Chaos shortly followed that. When people didn't have the means to get by in our damaged society, violence became the new normal. What really did it were the raids. I never thought they would come to my city. When we saw the bombers overhead...Apocalypse Artist - A short story (WIP)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another stroke of white paint here... to highlight the bombshell...
I scratched my nose, smearing some of the paint on my face, and stepped back to look at my newest painting. The wall of the old warehouse now held a fresh mural depicting the war. Bombshells hovered just above the ground. People were running from the impending blast, though they wouldn't escape. Fear was captured in all of their faces in that terrible moment.
I peered over the three buckets of paint I had used for this mural. There wasn't much left, but I could use them again. I placed the lids back onto th
PeripeteiaTwas' the two strangers who beheld the masks of sheep and the coats of shepherds that threw her to the wolves. It was the men who's names were "Hezekiah" and "Zedekiah" that succeeded into blowing out a single flame of her only candle; leaving darkness to dominate the light.Peripeteia15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was because of their ravens and their crows that led to insanity and retaliation, and it was because of their red and black cards which entitled her to trust them-to love them. For it was then that blood was shed and the cries of many were heard, some lucky and others not so.
Though it was because of she that was thrown into the wolves which led them to change their nature and silence their fangs from being bared-because of truth and because of sincere consideration. Through one single, pure, and innocent soul did those wolves bow down and repent their sins to a single flame. It was because of the eyes of someone who they were demanded to kill found forgiveness and life thr
The ShoppeThe ShoppeThe Shoppe9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
By: Mikaela Cordero ~ Word Count: 354 words
You know that store you see while you're strolling down the block? The one with tinted windows and a sign displaying it's open on Sunday nights, but not Tuesday afternoons? You never see people go inside, and never see anyone leave. Nobody knows what's inside and would rather it remained that way.
Until one day, your buddies dare you to venture inside. You accept, cautiously opening the door. As you take your first looks inside, it seems curious. Odd, but never does it seem ominous. In fact, it seems alluring. On the shelves, little trinkets and oddities come into view. A gag eyeball, a skull, with varying degrees of lifelessness. There's a figure behind you, the owner.
You inquire, "Excuse me sir, this seems like a pleasant shoppe. Why do people avoid it?"
The man clears his throat, "people avoid it for from the outside it seems dreary, to say the least."
"Why don't you let in some light?"
The man chuckles; a guffaw that doesn't s