Tales

Dark, dystopian short stories added every month for your reading pleasure. Only minutes to read, and packed with technological marvels and disturbing, stark futurescapes.

Terror Island

They could read your mood. That was the most terrifying thing. I wondered if they could even read your decisions. We never comprehended that breathing was a language, a means to communicate. They gulped up every mist of carbon dioxide we breathed out and drank it into their leaves through those little green mouths, thousands…

Runners of the Wastelands

“There are twenty artefacts on the countertop, on the top floor of the Lewis temple, and there are fifty of you! One runner to represent each of the fifty tribes of the wastelands of Lond,” shouted the Announcer, his eyes shining white through purple face paint, one gloved hand lifting a burning torch high above…

The Hunger of Leviathan

The sea was a mirror of the sky except, in one, you would drown and in the other, you would breathe. Sir Kyle Emerson gripped the golden rail of his whale of a luxury yacht and pulled himself along the deck, his heavy, diseased legs dragging behind him like they had been caught in a…

The Last Words of Annie

Genemagix, the word was nonsense, like most brands and company names, and yet, the investment-burgeoning startups of Silicon Valley hinged their hearts on such irrational words, like an omen for success, a supernaturally charged set of letters. Alex Webb was overweight and pale like tracing paper, his hair was a wild mess, he lived on…

Scraps

It had seemed like a good idea to view the city from the highest point, which was obviously Grey’s Insurance Tower in the banking quarter. It loomed over everything like the gravestone of a king. The further you are away, the more you can see, that was my inner reasoning I believe but it was…

The Monster from the Woods

The storm was keeping Sam Morrison awake. He listened to the lid fly from the recycling bin and clatter across the side of the house. The wind was howling and gusting, a bully swinging for a connection. He retreated further under the duvet, his chin and nose covered. The rain was lashing against the windowpane…

The Elevator Trials

Norman Grant didn’t believe in predetermined fate or praying to God but he was contemplating both of these ideas as he entered the courtroom at the Justice Tower. He had blood on his hands, literally. He looked down at them, red-stained and shaking, trapped in police handcuffs. They were his reminder that he was there…

The Farm 

It was disturbing to take in the endless, neat rows of empty white seats in the preparation space. There had never been a panic, which made it worse somehow. The O2 dome had been an obvious choice to host such a large gathering of curious people. Some 20,000 had turned up on the day, and…

Shame Fame

I awoke sharply from a feverish dream, where I was standing with statuesque stillness and completely naked at a conference of dignitaries, each of them sour-faced and looking with disdain at my white, imperfect body. For most of the night, I had been staring at the ceiling with fitful breathes of panic but only in…

Future Orientation

“You can not travel back in time. It’s impossible and why would you want to? But time travel is possible, time travel into the future. You just have to switch out the lights and go to sleep, you just have to wait, and then the future is there for you and you can see it…

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