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dystopian daydream
Day One: It skitters across my walls in some sort of a jerking and fluid motion. All arms and legs in fully mechanized posturings. It’s ceaseless whirring is hissing through my brain hitting raw nerves. Already unhinged, I fought off the idea that the thing was stalking me, and only me. We were informed yesterday that these things would be the new and constant presence in our homes.
Melissa EavesPublished 3 years ago in FictionTwo of Hearts
Star A heart shaped locket and a letter was all his fiance had left, the letter held only 2 words ‘I’m sorry’. Nothing had felt real after Kai had found them waiting on the bar downstairs. He was at a loss for what to do, how to continue on without the fiance who still held a deathgrip on his heart. His mother had always warned him against courting the kind of folk who traveled from settlement to settlement. ‘They have a bedmate at every stop, they’ll never settle down’ she had warned, but Kai hadn’t listened. He’d fallen deeply in love with a captain of one of the airships who brought supplies to the settlement he’d come to call home.
Jace HilbertPublished 3 years ago in FictionBansko
Purgatory again. The clinical, unimaginative expanse between worlds. Somehow airport terminals all take on the same form all over the world. Some more decadent than others, but still unimaginative. I like to think this is for a reason, that they manifest themselves as a precursor to the experience of a new country, acting as a mental palette cleanser that washes away the unpleasantries that lead up to your departure. Regardless, I found myself here again. Slightly melancholic and uncertain how to feel about my return to Scotland, I absent-mindedly observed the comings and goings of its temporary inhabitants, as they made their way to and from various destinations around the globe. My mind drifted back to the beginning of my trip to Bulgaria. I revisited the slideshow in my mind, replaying a condensed highlight reel of events. Suddenly I found myself back on my departing flight from Edinburgh to Sophia.
Jamie McLeanPublished 3 years ago in FictionIn Twilight After
In Twilight After A short story by James Kiehle He wondered: Am I the only one left? Sitting cross-legged in mud, Russ Perry held his daughter’s heart-shaped locket up against the ominous sun, watching light dance on engraved metal, the luminous ballet hypnotically transporting his jagged mind from this time and place back to before the—what was it? A war? A mistake? A prelude of the coming hard new reality.
James KiehlePublished 3 years ago in FictionDeep South, Keep Running
Waking from my nightmare, just to fall back into the same one when I was a child, was horrifying enough. Living every day through one, just to wake into the same one the next morning, with no hope for change, is far more unbearable. I find myself longing for the night terrors of my childhood to replace what atrocities the world today offers each morning. At least, then, I could eventually sleep. I remember very clearly the day that it all began.
Star Besio-SharpPublished 3 years ago in FictionDieselpunk Opera
DIESELPUNK OPERA by Jared H. Mehraban LAST LOG SALVAGED FROM ANCIENT EARTH RELIC. TRANSLATED DATA BY FEMALE HUMAN A.I. CONTAINED IN THE RELIC:
Jared Hashemi MehrabanPublished 3 years ago in FictionUnder the Lemon Tree
Athena asked me one evening, Patrick, my love, what does one find under the lemon tree? Any lemon tree in particular, my beautiful goddess? I replied. I know that you must have a special one that gives you olives.
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FictionFallen
You know of the girl in the moon right? That’s a question I hear by my bedside. Every so often. Nearly every night. The room goes quiet and still or so I’ve been told because that’s how the story goes.
Telicia DariusPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Heart Lottery
I’d been dreading this day my whole life. Well, at least once I was old enough to be told what would happen the 16th year on the date of my birth. I can’t remember exactly how old I was, but it was somewhere between six and seven. My mother made it seem almost like a fairy tale. It wasn’t until I got older that I discovered the grim reality of it all.
Jude LiebermannPublished 3 years ago in FictionShe So Wishes It Didn't
The world still turns. The seasons still come, and the seasons still go. Autumn changes the color of the leaves, and with winter comes the cold and the snow. In spring, the world cheers at the sight of blossoming flowers and new beginnings. And then in summer, laughter fills and lingers in the air. The world still turns.
Author Alice VLPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Reign of the Demon Queen
The black, toiling skies stretched into the distance—a never ending oppression. There was nowhere to run, not anymore. The Demon Queen would choke the world with her hatred unless Johnnie could achieve the impossible this day.
Claude McKennaPublished 3 years ago in FictionThomas
Yesterday she was here. I was counting the freckles on her back, mapping out the constellations that fell between them. I was kissing her neck and pouring hot coffee and things were sweet.
amy stewartPublished 3 years ago in Fiction