Fantasy
Jake's Dilemma
“I-hate-you,” my brother wheezed, leaning against a large oak and heaving like a prized bull. I’d been forced to slow my pace twice now just so he could keep up. We were close to four miles from Locke’s Church, but still ridiculously behind schedule.
By travis plowman5 years ago in Fiction
A New Heart
Sam sat on the edge of a partially buried, long defunct piece of machinery, all black ledges hanging over bent cabins crammed with wires and ribboned throughout with bar grating panels. He held his knees close to himself and stared into the near distance at a massive, rusted metal tube that sat in the middle of a field of dead grass. It was lying on its side, allowing the wind to race through it, creating a powerfully haunting bellow that echoed throughout the despairingly still and lonely world.
By Rowan Finch5 years ago in Fiction
At Eventide, We Meet
She clutched the locket to her chest, amidst the sour howling winds. Her hair flew around her face, her brow knotted in worry, but her fingers held firmly around the metal heart. Everything within sight was a dark luminescent blue, punctured by stains of black shadow. Except, between the latticed tendrils of its casing, at the locket's center burned a light like the last coal in a fading fire. She rubbed her fingers against its surface, as though to warm them from the chill. It was not a good night to stand in these desolate wastelands alone. As if ever there was? "I will stay until the time appointed."
By Ellen Stedfeld5 years ago in Fiction
In The Hearts of Individuals
Miles' Journal Entry 2,555 I was but a wee lad when it happened, no more than the age of fourteen, whereas life as we know it changed. I remember the earth stories my dad used to tell me about how sudden destruction would come upon people unannounced if they were not careful, like the bombings of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. My dad once said a proverbial statement to me that did not make much sense at the time, but I know he saturated it with wisdom: "Son, the day a man forfeits his autonomy of choice is the day that man's soul dies."
By Masibat Zadah5 years ago in Fiction
DiMR
The darkness ended as a flicker of light, weak and wavering, revealing a face. Before the Flicker there was only darkness, it was all he had known. Throughout the darkness there had been moments that he awakened to a rush of memories, pictures of people in bright places, with bright clothes. There were other types of pictures of shiny machines with people standing nearby, all dressed the same and smiling. There was no connection, at least not one he could make. He had tried, he had nothing else to do but try. He was making progress. If there was a story there, he would find it he said, but then the Flicker came, and the Flicker became everything.
By Charlie Jolliffe5 years ago in Fiction
The Takeover
She was given her name from the sun. Because when they captured her, they bound her hands and feet with thorn twine and forced her eyes open to gaze at the sun, their lips curled in a wicked smile as they waited for her to die. A slow agonizing death they expected, and so every city was invited—and ours commanded— to attend. My mother named her Selene. Today she is Ra, and they will see to it that she is forever branded in the memory of the world as such.
By Anais Margolis 5 years ago in Fiction
The Crowning
The Crowning After the fifth world war, every country was decimated. Yet, there was still a hierarchy that existed. There was the still the rich and the poor….then me. I wish I was poor. I have nothing. I’m not friends with anybody. The poor don’t even want to hang out with me. I’ve resolved to the fact that I don’t belong here; however, I don’t have any way of leaving this place.
By DOYLE WHITE5 years ago in Fiction
The Train To Space
You must be ready to be picked up by at least twelve of my Aliens, if not fifteen. I became really fed-up with earthly staff. Humans are just not up to my speed anymore. Having designed my new space train. I was booked up until two-thousand and twenty-three. I never knew my new space business would prove to be so popular. Maybe, it was because I offered a free heart shaped locket to all my new customers. I decided to be different you see. I felt if I offered a freebie everyone would grab a ticket. Then, they did just that. I was so overloaded with customers. I have had no sleep for two weeks. Henceforth, this is the reason you haven't seen me around on the social-media block for a bit. I was working around the clock coping with piles of new train-stoppers. They were all hopping towards me like rabbits.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Fiction
The Recluse
Within a thick bank of sea fog, a once imposing figure, bent by age and suffering, scowled at a familiar scene unfolding just a rock's throw away where two National Police Officers were brutally removing an old man from a small tool shed, where he had apparently been hiding. Another man, presumably his neighbor and betrayer, watched on with smug self-satisfaction, clearly pleased with himself. From the age of the beaten man, the watcher assumed that he must be an original separatist. Ever since the rebellion was crushed, the Global Government of Earth had been brainwashing folks on the heroic patriotism of reporting any information regarding the location of surviving separatists, none of whom could be less than seventy years old by now. Some folks will do anything for a pat on the head from the government, as though they're trying to prove how devoted they are. To be fair, the bounty of five thousand per traitor didn’t hurt.
By J. A. Rossignol5 years ago in Fiction
