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Solitude at the End of Days
I wiped the sweat from my brow as I stood, looking up at the stars through the forest canopy, acutely aware of the calm breaths on the ground behind me.
Michael MasonPublished 3 years ago in FictionTo The Haven
Asha laid next to her sisters, Ravyn and Courtney, who were sound asleep. She was the oldest. She carried the most on her back when it came to responsibility and seeing things through. She looked at them sleeping peacefully. The girls hid away in an abandoned barn. Asha slowly got up from her pallet. She needed fresh air to think and she didn’t want to wake her sisters. Slipping out the barn doors and closing them back quietly. She walked towards a well in the middle of the property.
Jazzmine WolfePublished 3 years ago in FictionBevin's Spring Break
“Bevin, are you ready for the meeting?” That was an excellent question. Was I? I sat on my bed staring at all the clothes strewn around my floor. Mostly flannels, but a few gay pride shirts as well. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I gripped the side of my bed. The meeting started soon. I wanted this. It was just information. Why was I nervous?
Huckleberry RahrPublished 3 years ago in FictionBevin Come's Out to the Kids
“Jade…um…Bevin…you two need to get to the basement!” Mom’s voice rang out from the main house. A snarl vibrated from her voice. I could tell she was close to shifting and wanted all the kids in the basement.
Huckleberry RahrPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Selected
“Dusk in nearly upon us,” slices my father’s commanding voice, through the balmy, mid-summer air. I perceive a quickening in the movements surrounding me and a tangible escalation of anticipation. Is it excitement they feel? We were getting closer, and tonight would have been the night. Our first significant contact. Deep within my belly, I feel nothing but dread, as time drags toward the moment he will realize. I have sabotaged it all.
Cara SharpPublished 3 years ago in FictionFrom Forest To Floor
When I was about 10, I used to play in the woods across my fields all the time. They weren't very big woods, so I knew them WELL. One day up on the property line, I found a little "fort" that was naturally formed in the vines and brushes and that I could fit inside with room to spare. I had been pretending I was an explorer and was looking for a place to set up camp while I "mapped out the rest of my journey", how perfect?
The Intern
He wore my face in a clumsy expression, with eyes that lingered on the floor and an intern’s meager voice that echoed off the walls built on tradition and nepotism. Their wings clipped by the room’s noise of fashion degrees and wealthy parents, his words stumbled, then fell from his tongue in my familiar way and landed squarely on the meeting table. The table’s selection of tailor’s shears and fine fabrics became macabre instruments of a post-mortem examination on those words that died the moment they left his throat. They might have buried them on the spot, another intern’s corpse beneath the corporate floorboards, had the central London, Savile Row address not been too rich for his blood.
Nathan HutchinsPublished 3 years ago in FictionJust Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 20
The morning sun hits the mountains outside my window. What I thought was beautiful just a day ago is now a harsh reminder of the time that has passed since I last saw Millie. I don’t go downstairs for breakfast. I’m not hungry. I try to imagine wanting food again and my stomach churns in revolt. I feel the sick burn the back of my throat. I don’t need food. I need my daughter.
Megan ClancyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Fall of Alexis
It began innocently enough, just a website where you can buy stuff. Over time this site grew and began offering more products and services, people loved the website and started using it for everything. As the company continued to grow one of the products they developed was a virtual assistant, Alexis, that could listen to what you say and even complete commands. While all of this growth was happening with the company the was growth in the owner as well. Not the positive kind of growth, rather a growing desire for more, more money, more power, more control.
Monsters
Meg pulled the chain over her head and gave the locket a quick squeeze. She untangled her wet hair from the chain. “You dressed yet?” Paul’s voice echoed in the steep canyon.
Kelly J EricksonPublished 3 years ago in FictionSurvival
The war was inevitable. Everyone saw it coming, yet nobody was able to figure out how to stop the missiles from screaming through the skies. Nobody could create peace to stop death. The only ones that still slept were the nuclear missiles. It seemed the only thing anyone could agree on was the fact that the planet needed to be livable for when the war was over.
Patrick O'ConnorPublished 3 years ago in FictionElla's Heart
Ella awoke cold, hungry, and afraid like always. The eight-year-old pushed her dirty blonde hair away from her face. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes hoping for a better world than the one she fell asleep in. It was not. She stood up in her mud-soaked dress gripping her dilapidated teddy bear determined to soldier on. Ella knew that she must keep walking, as she had been, for what seemed like days on end. Searching, praying, wishing she could find them.
Sean ValinotiPublished 3 years ago in Fiction