Stories tagged “endings”

  • We Came in Peace ...

    I stared at the plaque for a long time, pondering the words. Some were names and dates, from an age long ago. Our explorers recovered the relic recently and our scientists examined it carefully. An ordinary metal, some simple etching, nothing extraordi...

    • Author: SandsSpot
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • To Be (Mature)

    Hamlet: Man, I’m sad my pops died. King Dad Ghost: Son, my asshole brother killed me. Halmet: Mother fucker. Hey, Unc, is this shit fo’ real? New King Uncle: Now Halmet…. Halmet: Should’ve said “no” you guilty bitch....

    • Author: Jesse Blake
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Gift

    “I made it just for you.” She held out a small brown package to me, her eyes bright with anticipation. “Should I open it now?” She nodded eagerly. Tenderly I pulled the piece of string that held the package together. The bow came loose, and I p...

    • Author: Kater
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Inside/Outside (Mature)

    She was short, and insane, and her tongue was like a big dark snake in his mouth. She writhed under him, her denim-sheathed legs locked on his back. Each fruitless thrust was met with a groan of lust, or frustration. Or some ill-spawned, guttural child...

    • Author: RicoLaser
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • How it Should Have Ended

    “… And the hero rides off into the sunset with the girl. The End.” You are disgusted. You saw it coming in the first ten pages. How unoriginal and predictable can one be? You know you can do better, so you sit down with your computer,...

    • Author: Passionsocks
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • After World

    Many years ago people made a choice. They chose poorly. We survivors live with that choice. The last of the generation that participated in that choice would pass on in a few years. Many of them still deny their culpability. Still. Those few of us stil...

    • Author: SandsSpot
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Letter To Mr. Persaud

    As we sat there, only the awkward silence pierced through the room; all of us just waiting. Waiting for sound. None of us knew it at the time, but we had all been in the same positions before: the same exact places in that very room. Waiting for sound....

  • Hindsight

    Madeline, a tall, athletic girl, walked home from school one day, seeing her older sister sitting outside a restaurant with a group of friends. She smiled and walked over, as she was greeted with a smile and a hug. The smell of magnolia flower perfume ...