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Alfred
On the morning that my adventure began, I found myself dozing on my bed. I had already dressed and drawn the curtains, allowing a golden blanket of sunlight to bathe me as I stirred. Summer sounds greeted my waking senses; rustling, flapping and chirruping floated in through the open window. The combined scent of flowers in bloom mingled with fresh grass cuttings and barbecue smoke; wafting in on each fresh current of air.
Alicia BrunskillPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Last Man
Moment, to moment, to moment. I sip my Piña Colada on the beach, a faint breeze, and the even fainter sound of tropical music— muffled, not too quiet, not too loud, just enough to help a person not to think.
Aaron WatersPublished 3 years ago in FictionFlicker
Chapter One – Flicker Annabelle chuckled at the anime playing on her iPhone. Normally very responsible about walking while watching, this time she was distracted by a bizarre flashing on her screen. She didn’t even notice the city bus that flattened her seconds later.
Daniel StinePublished 3 years ago in FictionIn the Face of the Eternal
September 12, 2038 I can only pray this doesn’t end up in the wrong hands. My name is Alex Pierce. I’m 16...no, wait 17. 17 years old, and if you’re listening to this, it means they caught me.
Lizzy RosePublished 3 years ago in FictionIt Took Them
Maria didn’t like the thing with silver eyes. It wore mirrored aviator sunglasses most of the time to obscure them, but Maria had seen them anyway. Those eyes glowed in the dark, and they were shaped wrong—more like a cat’s eyes. The other survivors called it Lauren, but that was a girl’s name—a person’s name. Maria didn’t trust Lauren and didn’t want to be anywhere near it, but she couldn’t stop staring in its direction. Troubled, Maria rubbed her heart-shaped locket nervously.
Kevin E CarlsonPublished 3 years ago in Fiction10 Seconds Until Midnight
In the year 2085, the Treaty of the Nations was signed to end the use of Nuclear weapons. As a result, all Nuclear weaponry was disabled and disposed of across the world. This marked a turning point towards world peace.
Tayler CarterPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe cursed gift
The day started like any other day. I woke up early. Took a shower and got ready for work. I grabbed a quick breakfast on the way in to work. About halfway through the workday you realize you have not gotten your best friend a birthday gift yet, you panic and start to look up things they might like. You find a heart shaped locket that would be perfect for them.
Jeremy WhitePublished 3 years ago in FictionChasing Echoes
I looked down at the heart shaped locket that has been around my neck for as long as I can remember. This has been my talisman when my mom died; before all of this started. Before the world fell apart and my biggest problem was I had a bedtime. Terrible things like I was forced to eat vegetables or I had to do homework; I wish those were still my problems. Instead we are in an abandoned house that you can tell was once somebody’s family home that is now destroyed. Ransacked by the original family in their attempt to escape. Pictures and clothes construed throughout the hallways. Pantry had been completely disheveled. It’s a two story Victorian style home with cracked paint on what was once a blue awning. This was once a home of a doctor or someone prestigious.
Marissa DeShieldsPublished 3 years ago in FictionSeal Cove Love
“Where’s F.Red?” wondered Michelle. “Down at the cove giving the Dr. Bronner Sermon on the Boulder to the birds.” Replied Donny looking up from reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
David GrebowPublished 3 years ago in FictionHarry Potter vs Percy Jackson – Who Would Win?
Harry Potter and Percy Jackson are both powerful characters from the magical worlds of young adult novels. If we were to compare the two, only one would be the victor. No matter which one you like more, the facts speak for themselves!
A tense conversation & I lost five hundred dollars
I rolled my car window down. The man's thin lips opened with his scripted, opening robotic speech. I assumed the role. “I'm officer blank.” I was half-listening. More so, skimming for important information.
Click, open
Click, open. I knew if they found out I had worn it in again, they would take it away from me. It was the only thing I had left of the family I was born to, but never raised by. It was a risk I was willing to take.
Whitney Theresa JunePublished 3 years ago in Fiction