Stories tagged “responsibility”

  • It Ends Tonight

    Charlotte seemed to wince, “Maybe I just don’t want to tell you. Ever thought about that? I mean, I think you’re very nosy.” “Very well,” I remained quiet in hopes that the silence would make her speak. It didn’...

  • Eulogy From a Productive Member of Society (Mature)

    Here are the three things I know for sure about my late brother-in-law Joseph David Kepler: In twenty years I think I saw him sober three times. He was a terrible poet. And that overdose was no accident, and neither were any of the others. The brutal t...

    • Author: RicoLaser
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • With great power comes great responsibility

    Great balls of fire rained from the sky as he heaved oil drums from the ground and flung them through the torches. He was caught up in it. He floated above the barren landscape, his morphed whip-arm flexibly terrorising the fleeing civilians with whate...

    • Author: H.S. Wift
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Death and Accountability

    The tank treads rolled across the battlefield with indifference. They weren’t even looking for resistance fighters anymore. There was no reason to. They had already won. Tim grabbed Daphne and forced her head in the direction of the window and po...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The First Step

    The scene hadn’t changed. The blind prostitute still sat among her dead children, carefully transforming one book into another. Baraam whispered, “I don’t recognize the language she’s writing in.” The seer’s face dra...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Wages of the Unreliable

    Visible carnage spread out for miles. Lampposts and telephone poles were bent or broken into the slanted efforts of a child’s first letters. Most of the fires had burned themselves out but in a few spots glowing embers remained. There was no tell...

  • Doing the Right Thing Looks Like Guilt

    The lawyer appealed to the Gypsy-woman that had lent her “mystic powers” to the experiment. “What do you think?” She shuffled a deck of playing cards manipulating them into strange patterns before collapsing them back into a dec...

  • In Between Minds: A Step in a New Direction

    “I’m not hungry.” I said automatically. My stomach disagreed with a loud grumbling sound. The girl in the doorway smiled. “That’s okay. You don’t have to eat but you should drink this- it’ll make you feel bette...

  • Anachronism? Or Legacy? (Mature)

    “I’m not going to lie to you I am disappointed.” I ran my hand through thinning hair. “Fuck you! You’re not my dad!” Jack was still young; still emotional. “No I’m not. If I was, I’d beat some manne...

  • Writers Beware

    “Heinlein was right!” bellowed a voice from outside. Footsteps vaulted up my front steps and before I could say “No crazies allowed”, my front door buckled and fell in. I tossed the book I was reading aside and glared at the pan...

  • Knots.

    I said to the Doctor, “I can’t see my Eyes.” He said to Me, “Son, stop telling me Lies. I know for a Fact You can see Everything. So tell Me, why did You this Conference bring?” I said to Him, “Doctor, I can’t ...

    • Author: MissMay.
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
  • Darling Grandma 10.26.12 ©

    Wonderful woman – Darling Grandma of mine, I remember you strong, I remember you fine, I refuse to remember how fast you decline- -Do you remember, Just a few years past, When we were younger, How it went by fast, Stories you read me, Questions I...

  • Forced to Flee (Day 50)

    Bahula looked at her hands in confusion. They didn’t look any different to her. No sign of smoke or flame marked her deep brown skin. Charlotte grabbed her by the upper arm. “Come on, let’s go firestarter. We don’t want to be ar...

  • That Bitter Taste

    We were only Cubs, but on the cusps of graduation we’d been given the privilege of joining the Boy Scouts for a weekend excursion. Though only a few years apart, we were dwarfed by these boys. I’d come for this three day trip with a bag as ...

  • One Plodding Step at a Time

    Mom, I want you to know that I appreciate the sacrifices you’ve made for me over the years. I can only hope that I’ll be worth it.

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Off to Face the Coming Night

    The boy, for he was no more than a boy no matter how he might protest, shifted his heavy belt and tugged his watch cap into place. His smile was a quiet act of defiance and denial. The night would be long and in all likelihood bloody. His mother feigne...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 3 years ago.