Summer Nature Short Stories - Page 6

Max watches his last crop die while a militia leader demands a tithe from a field of dust.

The revolution did not start with a bang. It started with the taste of dish soap and stolen compost.

Evan stole a boat to escape his massive rent hike, but the stolen boat had a ticking bomb.

The bug bite on her arm didn't bleed. It just sprouted a tiny, writhing green thread.

A manufacturing worker loses his job to trade wars and finds himself trapped in a cellar with elite.

Klaus discovers a hidden recording within the drone wreckage while a recovery team descends upon the humid summer forest.

The screen refreshed. Three megabytes of pure, calculated corporate hate downloaded straight into my aunt's living room.

I dropped the bag of sand into the water and the fish stopped their circles for the first time.

A disaster vlogger and a cynical firefighter clash in a sweltering hockey arena as a forest fire approaches.