Dark, dystopian short stories added every month for your reading pleasure. Only minutes to read, and packed with technological marvels and disturbing, stark futurescapes.
Something in the Tide
My best friend, Marty Darnell, used to say he could read the shape of people. I often wondered what he meant. I guessed it was that we were all unique shapes inside, and those shapes often were nothing like the clothes we wore or the words we used in conversation. He watched the throngs of…
Angels of Suburbia
The suburban matrix was still and quiet and not in the usual way. There were no young mothers pushing prams with smartphones tucked precariously under chins, no hyper focused elderly trundleing along the pavement on burgundy mobility scooters. The streets, lawns, the driveways and cul-de-sacs were devoid of all human activity. There were no cars…
Drunk at the End of the World
I witnessed the curling black mushroom cloud for the briefest of moments, it reached over the city on fire like outstretching wings. The flash and rumble had woken me up, I had been in a dreamless alcoholic sleep. The tunnel engulfed the train just before the shockwave hit and I was plunged into darkness with…
The Girl Who Bought a Planet
“What is it worth to you, really?” That was his twisting question. Alasha looked the trade agent in the eye and replied, “What I decide it is worth.” It was a blunt hammer blow of logic that could not be fought. He nodded. His tell of pulling the ends of his extraordinary, waxed moustache revealed…
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…
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