Short stories

Original short stories about the end of the world.

A golden tree illuminated against darker forest, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Dreams in Soft Focus

I am thirty five years old.             Two candle flames dance, reflected in Linda’s pupils. I brush her hair. “It’s all right, Jonas. You’re right. We needed the money.”

A weathered wooden cabin half buried in deep snow, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Snapshots of the End

I crossed the boundary line, entering familiar space as each breath of morning air drew knives into my lungs.  The entire trip had taken three and a half days, less than I thought, but more than I would have liked.  Most of the access roads were now obsolete, either blocked with rusting, snow covered cars, or patrolled by packs of ferals where nature thrived.  None of that mattered now, as the last of my world depended on the few things I brought back with me.

A torn wire fence framing an empty expanse of ground, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Autophagy

A human can survive twenty-one days without food. A snake can survive months, a crocodile a year. I’ve heard some animals, in order to maintain the fuel source they need to continue living, digest their own body tissues.

Barren red mountains beyond an empty desert plain, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

God Is Dead

This will be the last time I speak to you. As we stand here, the sun beats down; we have not seen night for months now.

Pale, dry ground with scattered clumps of vegetation, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Ends Meat

There it was again – that smell. Barrick glanced at his father. He had his eyes closed but he probably wasn’t asleep, just too exhausted by hunger to keep them open.

Bare coastal rocks and sand beneath a grey sea horizon, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Escape from L.A.

Cuervo Jones to Snake Plissken: “You might have survived Cleveland. You might have escaped from New York. But this is L.A., vato. And you’re about to find out that this fucking place can kill anybody.”

Soft green folds in a quiet hillside below a forest, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Earth Day 2117

Joss McIntyre sat on his favorite knoll and looked down at The Camp spread below in the small steep-walled valley.  Though early Spring, the tree under which he sat was fully leaved, providing welcomed shade against the heat of the bright sun. 

An empty stairwell with pale walls and wooden steps, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Heat and Darkness

           When the impending heatwave was announced, with a warning that people should plan to stay inside their homes for at least a week, my first thought was that this would be an opportunity to move in with Dahlia.  Given her health problem, she was likely to need help.

A few warm windows in an otherwise dark mountain dwelling, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

All the Elders Orphans

War came in the summer like a heat wave. Moving through the country fast and hot but lasting only a season, it burned the land and scorched the lives of its inhabitants. All living things struggled; most died.

A tiny canoe on still water beneath low mist, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Drowned World

Elani sheltered under the branches of an old willow tree, hidden from sight, her aluminium canoe bobbing on the water.

Layers of evergreen trees dissolving into grey fog, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

Desolation

They were called “The Good People”. They turned up at the settlement every six months, near as Arch could tell.

A misty forest and its reflection in a still lake, interrupted by broad digital fragments and small coloured blocks.

The Watcher

He sat in the hide and watched the rain fall. He watched the big, broad leaved trees shudder with every raindrop, and he watched great evergreens weather the storm without acknowledgement.