Stories tagged “resistance”

  • Rebel Nerd's Life Story

    Working toward success, I have fought against the crowd, With only two or three dear friends Who care to help me now. After years of my resistance, I was beaten to my knees, Wondering, with heavy heart, What next awaited me. Mind you, it wasn’t e...

  • Refusal

    “Please, dear, I love you to pieces…” “If you loved me that much then you’d agree with me: this is sick! It’s violating! I won’t do it! I won’t!” A mother sits in a therapist’s office, fit to ...

  • Futility

    The girl pulls a pen from her pocket & begins to write on the stark wall. The mother gasps in horror, but the therapist holds up his hand & rises. “This is common, especially at this age,” he explains calmly, going up behind the tee...

  • Blackbird

    He was one of many to first receive the apparatus. He had taken the full 18 months, but they told him that was good; it told them how to improve it for the next batch of maturing citizens. He needed a second round of treatment. They had not been satisf...

  • A Simple Disagreement

    The other men sat around a table, cloaked in a cloud of smoke from cheap imported cigars, speaking in whispers of their plans for a revolution. Diego sat in the corner, sulking. He couldn’t be a part of it. He refused in every way because he thou...

  • Finir

    These, and many others, are of the resistance: Violet. Flowers, before they destroyed them. Indigo. The night sky, before they covered it. Blue. Birds, before they killed them. Green. The sea, before they polluted it. Yellow. The sun, before they darke...

  • Discovery

    “Alright, so we’ve found him. How does this help us?” Will, better known among his underground compatriots as Gizmo, searched his companions’ faces for the doubting Thomas. “How does this help?” he repeated, narrowin...

  • Winter's Crystal

    The old man’s hands are pallid blue, emaciated and tired. His walking stick in hand, he pierces ice and mud, blood and bone beneath his feet. He cries out to those who know him, but they turn away with frosty scowls. He staggers onward. He pauses...

  • Conversations in the Van

    In the van, John opened his eyes. He was lying on a bench seat in the darkness when a voice called out. “Hey, rise and shine!” John groaned an sat up. The two men in black suits were in the front of the van, one driving. “So? Anythin...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • So Here I Stand

    So here I stand. You probably can’t believe this because I was a coverer. If that’s even correct grammar. I really don’t care, I don’t care about anything anymore. Who’s to blame? I am. I just wrote this because I didnR...

    • Author: Seekers
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Bifurcation

    He left the office later than normal, knowing it would alert them. Hurrying home along the designated route, he framed his anxiety, for their benefit: he had lost track of the time, working on his quotas. Now it was late, and his husband would be wonde...

    • Author: JonB
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.