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I Remember
I remember when I stood there watching as the sky filled with those flying ships hovering above. I looked around as my neighbors came from their homes, pointing up at the sky. A ship in the distance hovering above the city miles away. A beam of light shot from the spacecraft hitting the ground causing a big mushroom cloud that covered the skyline of the city. People began to scream and run into their homes.
Kayla VelazquezPublished 3 years ago in FictionShow Me the Locket
"If we become separated, then reunited, how will I know whether I've found you, or a Shifter?" Nine-year-old Samson reviewed the scene in his head again. The day the sun never set all the way, 7 months ago, he and his older sister, Amelia, spoke in half-whispers sitting on the tile floor of their family's little kitchen. It was the only time he felt afraid, because Amelia had no answer. It had been a day they'd never hope to live again. There was dark stillness in their home. Power was lost weeks prior, which they knew was a sign, but now it was happening. Low-light lingered in the sky. It looked as though nature had a ceiling; everything outdoors was oddly tinted with a greenish-brown shadow. The sky was hauntingly overcast with very low, rolling lavender-gray clouds that hid the sun. There had been theories this day was nearing, but no way to know. They called it "The Dim." After The Dim started, the world would go mad. Some people would disappear, mostly adults; others would see things they couldn't explain.
Danielle GarganoPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Telling Locket
It occurred to me while watching the television that we all liked something different. Krista liked the comedy; Stefan liked the drama and I preferred the documentary. We were required by the state to watch all 5 and then vote on Saturdays. Since the mandate, people had been disappearing. At first, it was something you just heard about, then, my former bunk mate, Natalie disappeared. The disappearances always occurred on Sundays and the government didn’t seem to mind that we had seen a correlation.
Tracy PhillipsPublished 3 years ago in FictionEllipse
Rain. Pouring rain. I see the droplets dissipating on the clear glass. I shift my focus to directly in front of me. I finger the lattice cage that separated the officer and I. The officer glances in his rear view mirror, smirking at me.
Emily HeathPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Dance.
She placed the glitter mask on her face, and headed down to the dance. Her family always held a masquerade ball but this was the first time, she was old enough to go. Her mother had curled and styled her hair to the point of angelic. Her dress was beautiful, and she had loved it from the moment she’d seen it. It reminded her of the sunset. It was a light pink at the top, and it flowed into a dark orange at the bottom. Her mask matched the light pink. Her parents were already down at the ball. This was the biggest social event of the season, and debutants were expected to act a certain way, in hopes of catching the eyes of a rich man who could be a potential husband.
K. E. ThomasPublished 3 years ago in FictionPanacea:
During The Great Depreciation, billions of people died. Scorching summers dried crops to a crisp while coastlines were submerged in seawater. Droughts starved people to death and wildfires destroyed forests and cities. Entire species went extinct from habitat loss which in turn caused ecosystems to collapse. Then, the superstorms came and ravaged what little humanity people had left. Desperate for control over an unmanageable situation, people began to loot and kill one another - a perilous moment in history called The Sieging.
A. JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Locket
The trifecta of misery hit hard in the summer of 2040 leaving the world’s population reeling from another pandemic, shortages in the food supply, and curfews implemented by the new world government. The new world government portrays itself as being for the people, the protection of the people. Sometimes, your protector is your oppressor.
Cheryl EdwardsPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Brewery
A sharp chill cuts the air, yet it was not harvest time. It was dawn; so early that the morning light hardly shines beyond the barley and the occasional spot of trees. Gold and coppery strands gently danced before the greens of grass. Far over the hills lay the Jones’ orchard with apples of gold and green, tart and sweet. Further beyond lay the brewery.
RedemptionVAPublished 3 years ago in FictionOf Transformation & Chaos
“Stay here my love, they won’t find you as long as you stick to the shadows and make it to Aradia,” my mother whispered to me as I watch a fleet of fear flash through her eyes, before she puts on a brave face for me.
Little Comforts
As I lay in my bunk in the low dim light of my withering candle, I can't help but risk taking a look at my precious treasure. The contours, the way it catches the light, the interesting shape...I always trace it with my fingers and it sparks something within me I can not quite place, something I've perhaps never known, something stored within the primitive recesses of my psyche. Hope in this God-forsaken place. If I were caught I'd be brutally reprimanded, killed even, for coveting a treasure such as this. But what it brings to me in this dying place of tortured souls is worth the risk.
Fireproof
The Scarcity War and the Fires indelibly changed what had once been the United States. Fires set by both factions had left scarcely a family whole, scarcely a building untouched.
TJ KlapprodtPublished 3 years ago in FictionInvestigative Duo
The half-empty glass of whiskey sitting on the large oak desk had become lukewarm. A ring formed below the crystal-like glass where it sat day after day on the smooth surface. It had become a new tradition every night for the last two weeks. A caramel apple soy candle flickered in the now darkened office, the saccharine scent enveloping the entire room. Justine's head rested on her arm as she slept over an open case file.
Margaret ToddPublished 3 years ago in Fiction