RedemptionVA
Stories (10/0)
Tomorrow Today
I’m not sure who’s ever going to bother reading this, but sometimes I can’t help but feel that the world has rotted away. No, I’m not one of those people that think that religion has anything to do with it. I just walk the streets every day and I’m reminded by the vehicles floating above my head that people look down upon me and my peers in the literal sense. I have a six-figure salary and I can hardly keep the lights on. My significant other has all but given up on me. I drag myself out of bed every day to make sure that our world doesn’t end, but she sees no point in it. My whole body aches when I see her laying on the couch with her eyes burning red into the OLED screens.
By RedemptionVA3 years ago in Fiction
Rumination
The first time I ever laid my eyes on a bull was when I went on retreat to the countryside. It was rather lucid the way the massive pasture of emerald green lapsed over and up into the chilly violets, blues, and ivories of the range in the foggy distance. Truly, this was a paradise for most. A place that we picture in oil paintings was very much real in front of me with the brushstrokes aptly moving about from the gentle breeze or to graze upon the grass. The only reason I picked this place above all others was that I knew that I could have time to myself.
By RedemptionVA3 years ago in Fiction
The Dungeons of Numnige
The bastards that lowered me into this place at least had the courtesy of removing my shackles. I suppose that was done so that they could keep their irons. I'd be a bloody fool to believe that they did it for my sake. I turned my gaze upward at the small man-sized hole in the ceiling. It was so far from my reach that it appeared like the sun, though it was dwindling; setting. Gentle light flickered in from above as a grate was sat atop it. I heard the sound echo through this chamber as the door above creaked shut. And then. Silence.
By RedemptionVA3 years ago in Horror
The Box
I’ve worked at this particular facility for a few years now. They execute simple tests: the effect of low temperatures on patients with depression, the effect caffeine has upon subjects with attention deficit disorder, etc. I never have any say in the tests and how they are carried out. I simply catalog the subjects and record their reactions to the tests presented. I’ve met many kind souls, but I’ve met just as many troubled hearts. I like to think that this facility gives people reassurance that others care about their troubles. My coworkers are very considerate and kind; always speaking about how they wish that they would cure these illnesses if they could. Each of the other testers always smiles and asks me how I’m feeling today. I guess that the dullness of the facility had gotten to them as well.
By RedemptionVA3 years ago in Fiction
Songbirds
Normally, I’d tune out the songbirds outside. For whatever reason, their tune seemed a bit strange today. Melancholy, I’d say. The weather, like yesterday, was bright and sunny - warm and comforting. I sat by the window as I sipped from my favorite lipstick-stained mug of coffee. Living in the countryside was never as simple or relaxing as they made it look on the television. This was my third cup of coffee and the sunshine was just showing itself. I had to tend to the pigs and chickens hours before I finally got to sit back down.
By RedemptionVA3 years ago in Fiction
Gasoline
I get a call at about four in the morning. Said they found some poor sap face down in the dirt on a farmstead. This wasn’t exactly the first time that I got a call all the way out in the bush. I struck up a cigarette as I stepped out of the car. Usual nonsense. Plenty of headlights and plenty of flashes. If there were feces, the press was there like flies. My new shoes were already ruined by the time I approached the scene. I see two patrol guys that had to get here hours earlier than I did on half a pot of joe.
By RedemptionVA3 years ago in Fiction
Red Sun Setting
Laden with supplies that would easily snap my spine back home, I lurch forward to take another burnt hunk of scrap. Perhaps a receiver or a housing. I listen to my filters lightly hum to drone out the silence. Each step I took made another brown-orange print on the surface of this months-old battlefield. To most, this would be a tragic sight: miles of melted vehicles and bodies burned to cinders. To a fool like me, this was merely opportunity calling.
By RedemptionVA3 years ago in Futurism
Big, Mean, and Fat
Fat. Once upon a time, that word was like getting hit with a bat. The old “sticks and stones” saying never applied. I’d rather be struck by someone than being called fat by them. Being ‘fat’ growing up was simply because of what I ate and how much I ate. I, at least, had something going for me: I was the tallest kid in my class up until high school. Six-foot-three my freshmen year, everyone wanted (and expected) me to play sports. All these coaches said that I’d make a fantastic linebacker and that they could use me on the Viking’s football team.
By RedemptionVA3 years ago in Motivation
The Brewery
A sharp chill cuts the air, yet it was not harvest time. It was dawn; so early that the morning light hardly shines beyond the barley and the occasional spot of trees. Gold and coppery strands gently danced before the greens of grass. Far over the hills lay the Jones’ orchard with apples of gold and green, tart and sweet. Further beyond lay the brewery.
By RedemptionVA3 years ago in Fiction