Lauren King
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Stories (4/0)
Travel by Chocolate
I still remember that sweet scent swirling around my nose, warming me from the inside as I breathed it in. That smooth, decadent taste as my teeth sank into a chocolate pillow. I’d never had anything so rich, so divine, so wonderfully fulfilling. When the cake reached my tongue, a little symphony of flavors played a piece across my taste buds: the blare of hazelnut, the chiming of white chocolate, the trill of cocoa powder. It was an experience so exquisite that I would have happily lost myself in it forever. That smell, that taste, will always remind me of home.
By Lauren King3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Barn
My fingers glide across the old wood of the barn door, getting stuck at the old chip that’s been there for twenty years. I feel a splinter work its way into my skin and a shooting pain cuts through my chest. So many memories flood back, memories that I will never be able to recreate. I feel like I’m falling all over again. The endless freefall after a life lost.
By Lauren King3 years ago in Fiction
Chasing the Light
Blinding white light. An earth-shattering roar. Then nothingness. When the nuclear bombs were detonated across the globe, they wiped out the weak and solidified the strong as the trailblazers of the First Universal Order. Social Darwinism may have originated with the Old Kind, but here it was at its finest. FUOs (shorthand for the government officials) waited within the vicinity of every explosion across the globe, ready to sift through the rubble to find survivors. When survivors were found, FUOs swiftly implanted microchips into their brains while they were still unconscious. These microchips allow the First Universal Order to control everything that the survivors do and think, eliminating their free will and thus any possibility of recovering the life they once lived.
By Lauren King3 years ago in Fiction