Stories tagged “urban”

  • Infamous

    The steel door burst open, allowing the metallic scent of the wet city into the corridor. Struggling forward into the night, Andrew lost his balance, smacked his shoulder on the door frame, tripped over something on the concrete stoop and went face fir...

  • The Cycle

    As I plodded along upstream (up was out, right?) with a slosh-squish of wet sneakers in slime and sewage I noticed the current flow had changed. As I crept back, I peered at the oozing filth and shortly reached the spot where the direction changed, whe...

    • Author: Cary
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Brick Works

    The workshop was a large area outside a small Italian town, situated atop a hill. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and the orange brick roofs were waiting patiently under the warm evening sun. Like skeletal structures, welcoming us to enter them,...

    • Author: lordyo
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • Somebody Like You

    “Hop in!” he smiled as they approached his red pickup truck. She slid in as he started the engine. “What cha wanna listen to?” he grinned, just excited about the drive they were about to embark on. “Keith Urban!” she...

  • Problem Solved (Mature)

    I know El-Z and his crew are gonna show up soon; when they do, I’m all kinda fucked. I’ve got a piece of shit Brazilian automatic, four rounds in the mag. I ain’t Rambo. I would run like a bitch, but I can’t. El-Z knows that I h...

  • We are doing ok (Mature)

    I party hard. I know I do. Bottled, cut or rolled I will drink ’em, snort ’em or smoke ’em. Jen calls it falling into Grace. But then, her arm is already showing Track 13 and looking bloody. She likes euphemisms. She calls what she do...

    • Author: Alice Mary
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Don't Thank the Gnomes

    I started the morning by sneaking into a strange house through an unsealed milk door. There was a broken shoe heel on the second floor—its wrongness drew me up the stairs as sure as a cord tied round my ribs. It was done before the lady of the house ...

    • Author: Les Orchard
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Reunion at the Abandoned Oasis

    Paint flaked off the walls, falling to the sidewalk in small curls, that fluttered around briefly in the hard-edged, flickering light from the candle in the broken lamp by the door, before vanishing into the damp darkness of the night beyond. Jagged, r...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • England's Dreaming

    On the fourth- or was it fifth?- day of the riots that the news was carefully not calling a revolution, she had to leave the flat for food. She cautiously left the apartment building, glancing furtively down each alley and side-street as she walked to ...

  • England, dreamed

    She started to cough and wheeze as if she’s smoked far too many cigarettes. Dropping the device onto the floor she realised her brightly coloured shoes were now as dismal as the clouds that took safe refuge in the sky. She coughed once more, this...

  • The Lady Ashford Mystery

    Fog clung to the pavement like some amorphous entity. The city was known for its gray skies. Flickering lamplights barely penetrated the night’s gloom. Due to a series of murders, many stayed indoors. Lady Ashford had no need to concern herself w...

  • Hot Food

    In the alley, Simon sildled past the fat lady splayed out drunk and snoring and smelling like cheap gin. He didn’t want to wake her. He’d done that the last time he’d taken the shortcut, and she was not a pleasant person when awakened...

    • Author: mrlizard
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.