A Forsworn Fantasy

Tag: short story

  • Twenty-six

    Twenty-six

    It’s finally my turn.  After waiting in line for weeks on end, it’s my turn to be cured.  The line for the facility extends practically all the way around the city, everybody within the quarantine zone eagerly waiting for their chance to get out of this hell hole. Slowly, but surely, the city has been…

  • Twenty-five

    Twenty-five

    My scarf whips around my face, hurting much more than it should in this biting cold. Beside me, Sadie has the complexion of a ripe tomato, so I know for a fact that my face is just as red, if not more. Even with the countless layers of clothing I’m wearing, it feels like my…

  • Twenty-four

    Twenty-four

    Sometimes, I wish I had more time.  I sit at my desk, day after day, wondering if I could achieve more, if only I had another hundred years or so. Then again, if I had another hundred years, would I still be wishing for the same thing? A second hundred years? A third?  There’ll never…

  • Twenty-three

    Twenty-three

    My son stands at the head of the table, smiling for the countless phone cameras aimed at his face, lighting it up with flashes. His smile was real at first, I’m sure, but as time wore on, it became less and less so. His face strained to keep that happy façade, when all he wants…

  • Twenty-two

    Twenty-two

    Reece attempts to control his breathing, his hands tightly gripping the armrests of the rickety wooden chair and releasing them over and over. Every few seconds, he glances at the door of the office, then at the clock, which currently shows two minutes past six in the evening.  The door finally opens, and a woman…