David S. JohnsonWilliams
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A Relic from Madness
I had arrived home around 11:00pm exhausted from the days labor. 14 hours of work have been a constant schedule these past few weeks for a data technician. I was exhausted, but not unhappily, for I do enjoy my work. It was too late to make a meal so I grabbed some bread with a jar of jam and began to heat up tea. I briefly walked in my room and changed into some more comfortable clothes. It was not soon after that I heard a sound that reminded me of chains clashing together. I thought at first that the noise was something else all together, but then I heard it again- this time distinctively. It sounded to be coming from my room.
The Last Extinction
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window of his room. As quickly as she came up to gaze through the windows, she was quickly told to move on by the museum security. The person lined up behind her moved forward.
In 2023 a worldwide event took place. Men and women of all ages were abducted. When they awoke they found themselves in the underground. The common denominator, some would say, is that the poor or lower class are stuck down here; These were mainly opposition parties whom claim to have known of this event, but opposed it. They also said that those who “escape the maze” were worthy to be back with the privileged class above ground where society was now more developed without the poor lives or poor minded getting in the way. No one is sure what year it is now. Some figure it to be 20-30 years since abduction point, other say it’s been at least 50. My brother Joshua and I grew up in the maze. Our parents drew us pictures on walls and told us stories of the outside world. Meat eaters got to them. For all of us, there was only one thing left to do- survive.
Sunday- 10:15 AM “What IS that?” asked Perry who stood at the window, gazing at an object in the sky. Linda was in the midst of reading an article about last night’s meteor shower when she looked up to see her mesmerized husband. He hid himself behind the curtains, eying something with great interest.
Leaves of yellow and orange filled the floor of the forest as a fall breeze swept them gently into the air. The ones that have rooted off their branches dried up quickly leaving a crunch with each step Martha’s scaley feet took. Martha walked in this spot of the forest every day for the last two years. There was no one to bother her- no elves, humans, or dragons like herself. It was calming to clear her mind from the world. Around her stood maple trees losing their blanket of colors to the ground around them. Families of squirrels ran around their trunks as mother birds nested in their branches.