Adventure
Sappho's Locket
Prologue - Adira My parents were ripped away from me when I was a small child. Their love was forbidden. For 8 years, I have learned to live on my own. The streets have become my domain. I’m like an alley cat - I prowl and I hunt and then I attack with vigor.
Eliza MartinPublished 3 years ago in FictionSymbol of Love
Today’s excavation hadn’t really come of much, which wasn’t a surprise since Nam had already combed through this primeval 20th century surface home twice before. However, she insisted on looking it over one last time. There was something about this place that kept bringing her back to look again. All that could be heard in the shell of a house was the rattle of a backpack heavier than Nam, and the sound floorboards creaking with her every step like ice, threatening to crack and pull her below.
Millie RowleyPublished 3 years ago in FictionSam's Nightmare
So, this here. This is a picture of my mother. Ignore the rest of the junk for now, I’ll get to it tomorrow. It’s old enough to where it’s starting to get that faded, yellow tint. Though somewhat harrowing, I think it’s fitting that it’s in a heart shape. If only it was a square or at least a rectangle, it would be easier to carry without worrying about it creasing, but I’m still willing to die to save this photo, because to be honest, it would be difficult to remember what she looked like if I didn’t manage to salvage it.
Justin Ryutaro JohnstonPublished 3 years ago in FictionBirdy
White linen tickled the roots of the tall grass blades, the foliage was rich and glorious. The sun blanketed the already warm surface of her planet making the air sweet. Walking further and further into the green, the air became wetter than sweat. And just like how a fish breathes she imagined herself doing the same. Gliding through the kelp forests. She used her gills to survive. The irony of her thirst as the trees leaked sweet sap and condensation made her giggle.
Gabs BuckleyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe World We See
Humidity. It's a stifling thing that Beckett is not used to. In the Safeguard, the air is normally perfect. Easy to breathe, a nice temperature--and it doesn't feel like one is wading through a swamp as they walk on an open field.
Katherine Ross (She/They)Published 3 years ago in FictionHuman History
The old museum was dimly lit. The night wind howled through the broken windows near the entrance. It was here that Oliver knew he would find the man who took his wife. Before the collapse, this museum was an ode to our history. Now none of that seemed to matter. Oliver peered around the lobby, which was dimly lit by a few candles on the welcome desk. Graffiti spoiled the walls around him. The place was run down, dirty and dismal, a grim reminder of what we used to be. Oliver vaulted a rusted, old turnstile, but his foot slipped and moved it slightly with a loud creak. Suddenly, the PA system crackled to life and a glitched out voice echoed through the empty halls.
R. K. StrangePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Great Silencing
I always knew I was born for this, but I never knew the price I’d pay. Before the Great Silencing, when things were “normal”, I despised it all. Society, the rat race, narcissism and social media, it all led to this. No one was paying attention…except for people like me; those constantly plagued with nagging intuitive feelings and dreams of total societal collapse, which clearly manifested, in spite of everyone rolling their eyes at what they thought were conspiracy theories or paranoia at the time.
Tess BerginPublished 3 years ago in FictionAlong Came the Others
The plummet wasn’t nearly as eventful as we expected. No War of The Worlds chaos, no mass public illness wiping out the population, there wasn’t even a red alert sent out to anyone’s phone, the end of the world happened just as it began; abruptly and before we even knew what was happening.
What comes after forever?
"Till death do us part" The embers from the fire threatened to land in Andi's eyes at any minute. She refused to close them, her two big beautiful brown eyes stare unphased as sparks of fire flirt for her attention. She refused to acknowledge them and instead focused on who was in front of her.
The Family
Kent peered across the horizon as his horse walked next to the decaying road. Traveling between settlements was a mixture of mostly boredom occasionally broken by moments of terror. Everyone had to be wary of ambushes but the long hours with nothing to see but fallow fields made it difficult to concentrate.
Tim MartinPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Bounty Hunter
The sun was high in the sky by the time the man finally died. Battered and bruised, the only thing keeping his broken body upright were the chains binding him to the pole. Red dripped down his fingertips, each droplet staining the ash at his feet.
Anna StukenborgPublished 3 years ago in FictionTime To Die
‘Shari help me'. It pierced my blissful dreams. I sat up with a start. ‘Mum?’ blinking my eyes, I could slightly make out my mums blonde hair through the darkness of our cabin.
Ashleigh HolmesPublished 3 years ago in Fiction