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Before the universe dies
“Do you think they’ll find us in time?” She blurts the words out as if she’d been holding them for hours. They’d been walking in silence for the past few kilometres, and he’d heard her stifle, swear and snort quite a few times behind him. He knew she had something on her mind. But the question still sounded strange. Unreal.
Clemence MaurerPublished 3 years ago in FictionEverything Stays the Same
“Thank you for keeping my car for me,” Corey said as he hugged Joyce. “Of course! Anything for you, sweetie,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.
Shannon YarbroughPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Culling
It all happened so fast that nobody had time to even realize what was happening. I've decided to write this all down in case something happens to me. Someone needs to tell this story, and anything could happen before I can pass it on.
Dustin CurryPublished 3 years ago in FictionPopulation: 111,193,098 Artists
The year was 2051. Cities all around the world were ruled by The Basics. The Basics covered 99.9% of the population. And how they dressed, spoke, or what music they listened to, was influenced by the common trend of the time.
Sienna BlackwoodPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Secretary
Lila was not her name, but it was etched into her nametag in shimmering gold letters. She couldn’t remember when, or how, but at some point she awoke in a white room with no windows and blaring white lights, trapped in an endless loop of speaking to the dead.
Camellias
The net didn’t bother her anymore. She had gotten used to the way the tan mesh obscured her vision and turned the world into an abstract painting. She liked the way it shielded the harsh sun. After a few years of wearing the protective suit, her eyes had become unaccustomed to the vibrant colors of the unshielded world and the bright light of the sun.
Natalie SpackPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe End
“The human race didn’t end with a shout, it didn’t end in a ball of flames, it ended with barely a whimper. For so long, we had narrowly avoided one extinction event after another. World wars, the threat of nuclear armageddon, and pandemics of global proportions. But the human race had pulled through it all, kicking and screaming, with determination to survive. We’d learnt, we’d progressed, and each disaster brought us more and more technology. Some of it was used for good, but some of it was used to inflict suffering on others, who by accident of birth we didn’t deem our friends.
Gutterick The Guardian
“A customer?” Sounded a squeaky voice from somewhere in the dark. “How peculiar – Ah, I remember now! You must be the new apprentice, am I right?”
Ida StokbaekPublished 3 years ago in FictionAwaken the Dreaming
The corridors were lined with ancient texts and old oil paintings set in golden frames and crackled shellac. Rich tapestries of silk and wool decorated the floors as ornate carvings protruded from the earthen walls casting shadows and story from the candles that flickered nearby. The air was thick and sweet with a subtle aroma of jasmine and chai spiced tea.
Donna RaymondPublished 3 years ago in FictionPeachy
In her complexion there lay a latent rouge which would emerge if she had been running for the train, or he told her she was pretty. In truth, she was very pretty, but she moved slowly and with the languor of a young teenage boy. All her elegance was in her face. Her eyes and brows were dark, and clashed broodingly with an otherwise pale disposition. Her Cupid’s Bow rose aggressively, but with a certain symphonic grace that moved around the rest of her face like a swirling wind. She had it in her to bite with a single look. On other days though, usually when the sun had brought out her freckles and kissed her skin, she would let down her guard and a downy innocence would bashfully emerge, like a peach. He often told her as much, immediately after having paid her some compliment deliberately devised to illuminate her cheeks. ‘Like a peach, that’s soft and sweet the whole way through – no stone’ he would say.
Jonnie WalkerPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Smoke
“Well, holy Smokes, look at you!” said Dalton, running his fingers through his niece’s hair. “Aren’t you just a princess?”
Queen of Hearts
There was no one left in the city after the blasts. Or so he thought as he continued to scavenge for any remaining food in the area. Where once stood "the greatest city in the world" was now an empty wasteland of what used to be. Buildings that once blocked the sky had become piles at his feet. He only knew survival. He only knew war. He once had peace but he lost that.
Shannon van AlstPublished 3 years ago in Fiction