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Freedom is tied with you
“Do you love me?” the silence after those words resonated deep down to my heart and it shattered like glass breaking from a high note. Inimical was the silence. I looked at him with eyes that have never doubted his feelings but now these eyes want more than simple feelings. Love is intricately fragile. I began to ruminate about my love, the feeling was something which was heavy now, usually it wasn’t a burden.
Gregory SalvadorPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Down Maker Crawled Away!
Story #3: Fall 1957 We siblings came in sets of two. Two oldest are two years apart, then a four year gap. Two more arrive, though not twins they share the same age for two weeks. Then a three year gap followed by myself and the baby brother. There were six children altogether, five boys and a girl. We lived on an acre of land, surrounded by 94 acres of woods. Our house was very small by today’s standards. There were 3 bedrooms and one bath. The boys were all in one bed room stacked in bunk beds and a roll-away. My tiny room doubled as the guest room, or ubiquitous extra person in the house room. There was always an extra person in the house.
Carolyn F. ChrystPublished 3 years ago in FictionProof You Can Accomplish Your Dream
Eight years ago, I started writing a book. This week it was published. Lockers Speak occurs as the students exit the school to begin summer break. They leave behind the lockers who personify their thoughts and emotions. As an administrator walks the empty halls, she reflects on the events of the school year. The voices whispering, sometimes screaming from the lockers share stories of friendship, academic struggles, death, abuse, celebrations, and basic human experiences.
Brenda MahlerPublished 3 years ago in FictionSapphire Still
The first Freeze (F1) took place in the morning hours of Wed. May 21st (the first Freeze I know about, I mean). K* pulled that one off himself, and from what I’ve pieced together in the months leading up to F3, it went something like this:
Daniel HammerPublished 3 years ago in FictionI Believe in Yesterday
I BELIEVE IN YESTERDAY By Bob Pritchard CHAPTER 1 “Turn that up querida,” Carmen says. “You know I love American music.”
Bob PritchardPublished 3 years ago in FictionBiding Time
Biding Time We forgive our ancestors for their shortsightedness and for their condemnation of our lifetimes to life underground with procreation as our highest goal.
Tamara PowellPublished 3 years ago in FictionWhere Are They?
"Where are mom and dad?" my little sister asks again. It breaks my heart that I don't have a good answer to the question. The truth is simple; I don't know where our parents are. And that is not right. None of this is right - not by a wide margin; it is all wildly, unforgivably wrong. How is it that I, a fifteen-year-old high-school sophomore, should be left to babysit my two younger siblings?
Shawn IngramPublished 3 years ago in FictionDay 534
Dear diary another day and another day questioning why the fuck I care about going on. The bleakness and hopelessness of our situation is soul crushing some days. We stopped caring about anything except counting the days. I'm not even sure why I haven't killed myself. Am I too strong to do it or too much of a coward to do it? Whatever is after this has to be better. Still as we break camps and move on and try to scavenge what we can it gives us some purpose. Hell, I was stupid enough to bring a child into this world. It should be a crime but with so few of us left it also felt like a blessing.
Jim MartinPublished 3 years ago in FictionMemes
You’d think ah take a lot ae shite but its’ your do- gooders actually that right piss me aff. Them that picks their way roond their pronouns like they’re crossin’ a rope bridge. It disnae sound right in Scots anyway, like you're bein' awfy polite or something. ‘ This is whit they will be wanting for their breakfast… They will be wanting two slices of black puddin’ wie their Lorne sausage..!’ Ahm no even ‘non-binary’ anyway but ah suppose folks are jest tryin’ tae dae their best.
The End of the World As We Know It Will Be Fine
Harry McDermott P O Box 8361 Fayetteville, AR 72703-0007 479-444-7853 [email protected] © 2021 1341 words THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT WILL BE FINE
Harry E McDermottPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Beacon
The Watchman A lone figure approaches from the east. Sam spots him first. A Freeman from the eastern tribes, no doubt. Come begging for food, most likely. Sam hates being posted out on the cold, harsh frontier, beyond the Kingdom’s borders, guarding the Pyre Hill Beacon. Technically he was guarding Pyre Hill Camp, the small military outpost at the base of Pyre Hill. The beacon was a large unlit bonfire, right at the summit of the Hill. If lit, it would be visible for miles around, warning of the coming of the Enemy. But it has been nearly 50 years since the last reported sighting of any Enemy, and Sam doubts if they really ever existed at all. All Sam has ever seen out here were uncivilised Freemen. And it was cold. Sam hates the cold.
Circle of Ruins
The fugitive stood near the edge of the glacier, looking into the distance. Until now, she had managed to stay a step ahead of her pursuers but crossing this part of the Alps on foot had been a mistake. Some distance away a large chunk of glacial ice broke off with a sharp report, sounding almost like the boom of a canon shot. The sun glowed deep red on the western horizon, long rays of orange and gold stabbing through a layer of stratocumulus clouds. Overhead the blue of the sky was deepening into purple and behind her the purple darkening into black. No one had expected the nuclear exchange between East and West to result in decades of spectacular sunsets. Nor had anyone foreseen the cascade of genetic mutations creating powers such as hers in just a few generations. Reaching into her jacket, she pulled something out and glanced at it briefly in her palm before returning it.
Michael RinellaPublished 3 years ago in Fiction