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Drifting
The engine dies somewhere around Seattle - not with a bang of smoke, but with a final choke on its very last fuel. Andy isn’t even surprised. After the hellish couple of days they’ve had, this might as well happen.
Amanda FernandesPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe miner and the medic
The miner and the medic He had told her his name was Devo. Most miners died before their 20th birthday. Devo was in bad shape; red oil flowed freely from his arm implant. Lena reached into her bag and extracted a fat little jar with a screw top. She pulled her patient under the leaf of giant bamboo. It would have to do. Hopefully, the drones wouldn’t spot them.
Veronique AglatPublished 3 years ago in FictionPenny Candy
Since the first trip to the city with Dad and Morty, I hadn’t been allowed to go back. “You’re too young to see all that destruction,” Dad said.
Paula ShabloPublished 3 years ago in FictionLittle Cemetery in the City
“You brushed my hair and tucked me in, made me laugh for hours on end. You kissed my boo-boos when I fooled around. Mommy, you never let me down” I stood in front of the mothers of Mrs. Watkinson’s first grade class, listening to my classmates’ stupid poems that sounded to me like stolen greeting cards. I stood there silently and picked at the runs in my tights. I decided on my finest skirt and tee shirt combo that morning in an attempt to be what my Aunt Lora called “presentable”, but in that moment, on display in front of everyone, I missed my ripped jeans that had a crooked yet lovingly hand-stitched cat on them. My tights itched and my feet were cramped. Everything was wrong.
Josephine SmithPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Fiery Heart
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. And Luna assumed she knew all too well the hateful world she now thrived in. She knew there was no escape, but she had to try. Had to do anything she could to get back to him ...
Issie AmeliaPublished 3 years ago in FictionBloodied Glass Slippers
The sun shone down upon the small house just like it did everyday. Cinderella cleaned the dust from the window seals, humming a tuneless melody as she went. She frowned at the dust, wondering how there could possibly be so much when she’d cleaned the same window just the week earlier. It didn’t matter how it got there, she’d have to clean it no matter what.
Alexis MorenoPublished 3 years ago in FictionLove to a Witch
Setting Medieval Dark Ages 1584 Aiden Price @a.pricey Her eyes sparkled as the evening sun kissed her face while she wept in agony. She was clawed at, held vigorously in the grasp of the sea of petrified civilians. Her screams were ear-piercing, causing the harmonious choir of the birds to halt. The atmosphere was grim as dreary people swarmed, their chants growing in intensity. The repulsive stench filled her lungs, she could taste the approaching death. The jagged narrow blade was unsheathed. The roar of the crowd fell silent and transformed into a deep inhale. The adrenaline pumped through his veins, in desperation and torment, the constraints preventing him from protecting his world. Glares of disgust caught his attention; the crowd had no remorse or sympathy. Instead they whispered and snarled under their breath “Witch Lover”. The knife was held high in the air, time slowed, before a strike penetrated her chest causing drops of blood to ooze and seep into the puddles in the mud. His stomach curled as he aggressively threw up, her eyes closed gracefully as she collapsed into the mud. She had been slaughtered like an animal as that is how they saw her, it was their way of comfort accusing someone for this infectious, lethal disease. She was marked a witch.
Aiden PricePublished 3 years ago in FictionSpace Technology
He clenched the heart shaped locket that once belonged to his sister. He wore it around his neck as a reminder. A reminder that his dream job killed his entire family, but it wasn’t just his family’s blood on his hands. He remembers the look on his sister’s face, the screams of innocent people, and the anger that he felt.
Heather SkeltonPublished 3 years ago in FictionHow I Stopped Stealing
When I was about 7 or so and growing up in Brooklyn in the mid-60s, I had a neighbor named Andy who lived down the block and who was about 10 months older than me. At that age, 10 months made a huge difference. It was almost a year. So, to Andy, I was just a "kid".
Reid MoorePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Ladies in the Locket
The Ladies in the Locket “Bring her here.” “Yes Sir.” “Rabbit, I told you to call me ‘Sire’” “Yes, Sir” “Aah, Forget it”.
Cleve TaylorPublished 3 years ago in FictionTrip to the Dark Side of the Moon
Anna-lee had been begging to go to the dark side of the moon for years. Her mother had denied her each and every time. This time was no different.
Brianna SmithPublished 3 years ago in FictionThis Is Eliziner Lane
A small beam of sunlight seeps into a dusty room through the broken window as a soft breeze blows a loose wisp of hair across Reine's cheek. She starts to rouse as the air horn sounds in the distance. She begins rubbing her eyes in an attempt to wake up fully as she sits up. Sounds of other Seekers waking up fills the air. Everyone fold up their bed mats and blankets to put away.
Samirra ElsaiehPublished 3 years ago in Fiction