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The Locket
The sound of a small animal shuffling around in the debris that littered the floor pierced the silence that allowed Deondre to drift into a light sleep. He blearily rubbed his eyes while he sat up to take inventory of his surroundings. He had been sleeping in the freezer of this old department store for the past few nights to rest from his journey West.
By Aaron Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
The Ruby Locket
The Ruby Locket Gina was at a loose end, at fifteen years of age the fact that her best friend Lara had gone off for a drive with her boyfriend instead of walking with her as planned, was annoying in the extreme and so, totally bored, she walked off down the lane to the river, kicking pebbles as she went. She loved the untouched wildness of the river’s banks and the wide areas that carried the winter floods.
By callam steele3 years ago in Fiction
The Unknown
h . It is hot. I know that’s theunderstatement of the year. My clothes stick to me and hang heavy. Breathing thru this makeshift breathing respirator is suffocating. Despite the difficulty, I dare not take it off. The outside air is a thick coat of sand and dust. It coats my goggles. I try to wipe it off with my gloves but it only makes it worse. My throat is starting to get that scratchy cotton feeling. I look at my watch. We have been up on the surface too long.
By Tonya Walter3 years ago in Fiction
With Love
Syd was so close to reaching the little tomato she had spotted, but it seemed to be eluding her grasp on purpose just to piss her off. Her perch was precarious as she stood on some abandoned apartment’s balcony railing, but it was the only clear way she saw to reach it. “Come on,” she muttered under her breath. She knew this was risky, being up here. Hell, even being in the city was risky right now. Or at least what’s left of it. Sundown is at best in 20 minutes and the Raiders would be out then, seeking to steal and destroy. But this was an opportunity she could not resist, there are only so many fresh things hanging on desperately to their lives. And she would have this one if it killed her, and she knew it might. Just as she finally grasped the little round morsel in her fingers, she heard the familiar clanging of the Raiders brigade. Her heart dropped to her stomach, and she quickly rolled off the railing and through a busted window into the dark apartment complex, taking care to be quiet. She knew they would be out, but she hadn’t expected them to be so close already. They must be starting earlier, she thought to herself. The clanging sound came closer, and she saw some lights flashing towards the window. Shit, they must see the hanging pot. She knew it would be dangerous to move but at this point it was looking like the only option, she crouched low and made her way to the back of the apartment, turning into a smaller room. Sparing a small glance around it seemed to once have been a bedroom to a young girl. I guess the Raiders had no use for these things, it makes sense why they are still here. It reminded her vaguely of her own room as a child, of days long lost to time and the state of things. Shaking her head slightly to rid herself of the memories, she crouched down now behind the little bed frame. She needed to focus on her situation. She wanted to know if they were gone, but she didn’t dare get close to the window. Things were dark and quiet, she found herself searching around the room with her eyes. A glint of gold just at the corner of the bed frame she was beside caught her gaze, so she picked it up. In her hand lay a small golden locket, shaped like a heart. Normally she didn’t pick things up that weren’t useful to her, but something told her she should open it. Inside was a photo of a man and a woman, and engraved in tiny letters were the words, “With Love, Mom & Dad” studying the locket intently she heard a loud bang and jolted so hard she hit her head on the wall. Her breath caught; she thought they had moved on from the window but then she heard the loud groan of the wrought iron balcony cringe under their weight. They had not left, and now they were climbing.
By Katie Oetzel3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of All Souls
The year is 2150, but it doesn’t really matter anymore. The world has already ended, you see; the catastrophe of human creation. All we have built, all ever constructed by humankind- a kind of imperfection - gone. All planes crashed, all ships sank, all trains derailed, all buildings collapsed. So, how am I alive? Well, It’s all thanks to Dr. Jaquelin, who is responsible for saving us all. How, you might ask? Well, answering that will take this story all the way back to the year 2075.
By Mason DiRenzo3 years ago in Fiction
The Legacy of Mankind
Earth. That’s the name the former inhabitants of this planet bestowed upon it. The name Earth derives from ‘erda,’ which means ‘ground’ or ‘soil.’ They named their planet after what they found just below their feet. Some believe this name speaks for how simple and unintelligent the humans were. Others find the fact that they named all the other planets in their solar system after gods, while naming their own home planet after something synonymous with words like dirt and filth to be quite telling.
By Leah Knight3 years ago in Fiction
On Albion's Shore
It was no use taking on a ninety-year-old at tennis. How was he supposed to compete against a forehand slice that had been honed and perfected for six decades longer than his own? Adam, sunken in yet another defeat, lay back in his chair and blinked twice to turn on the television.
By Jonnie Walker3 years ago in Fiction
Just Two Lost Souls Writing in a Goat-Fish Bowl
It was this one Roman centurion I know that provoked me with enough unconditional acceptance that I joined yet another social media platform. So, he bears some blame for it all. Or credit. They are both the same thing. Such changes seemed to be happening a lot lately. I don't want to get into specifics about which site, so lets just say it was the one dedicated to processing and sharing photos. Sudden Germ Cracker or some such...
By Jack Drake3 years ago in Fiction
Redemption
I slowly drove down the drive to the mansion I shared with my parents and two brothers, the most dangerous assassins the world had ever known. Or so I was told. The massive estate was assigned to the family in the early days of the war, after we proved our sycophantic loyalty to the New World Order.
By Ann C.K. Nickell3 years ago in Fiction