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Wandering
Try as I might, I never succeed. Standing at the edge of glory just to have it ripped away. I laughed. How had I been so foolish to think this world would be any different? My body shook from blood loss. After 78 lives, I would think I would be used to the feeling. Torture though never lost its unpleasantness. The light from the fire moved in time with my heart. I guessed it would only be a few more minutes.
By Sarah Gaspar3 years ago in Fiction
Guardian
What broke the world? Depends on who you ask. Some people believe that it was planned all along by corrupt politicians. Others are convinced it was a failed government science experiment gone horribly wrong. Few say that it was a blessing, a much needed opportunity for the world and society to have a fresh start. What was known was that nothing would ever be the same.
By Austin Nelson3 years ago in Fiction
A bull's-eye window
Out of the porthole, off the starboard side, land approaches. Searching through that domed window, not for the first time, waiting for it all to be within reach. Watching it grow in the distance, the ancestral homeland. A wild environment, lush with exotic plants, beasts and humans. Where the sun burns the land and swollen rivers cut across countryside to the surrounding icy ocean depths.
By Christopher Martin3 years ago in Fiction
Iron within a Rose
A lone tall figure toiled away in dimly lit area. Heavily covered from neck to the feet in a semi-bulky protective suit, with a clear glass helmet over the head, hunched over while tending to a row of plants. What was once a basement of the church ruins above, was now host to a variety of plant types that could grow in the colder weather inherent to the side of a mountain. Well placed, clear plastic sheeting affixed over the missing parts of the ground floor and sunken side of the basement wall kept the worst of the elements out, as well as enclosing the burgeoning crops.
By Michael Lewis3 years ago in Fiction
Shadow of Ash
An ash cloud hung over the city as if Death draped his cloak over the world blocking almost all of the sun's rays from reaching the stragglers of civilization below. What little light was left was dealt with by the remnants of the buildings that were crumbling around them. Cars lined the streets, derelict and immobile, not that they could be driven anywhere. The roads had decayed so much, that it was more expedient to walk. Though the pothole had become the natural predator to the ankle, evolving its diet with the times. Walking along the dotted lines of the old world’s arteries was a young woman, no younger than seventeen nor older than twenty-three. She navigated past cars and holes, to avoid a sprain or tetanus. Vaccines were rather hard to come by nowadays. She wore fabric over her mouth, but still was coughing up a lung. But she did not stop. That wasn’t a luxury she had.
By Damon Gregory Peterson3 years ago in Fiction
The Gay Gene
We do not kill ourselves because we are sad or angry at the world. We kill ourselves because moving past that sadness and anger is impossibly worse. Did our pain even matter if it didn’t last? Sometimes all we have left is our anger and we can’t risk losing that too.
By Raeanne Spoom3 years ago in Fiction
Asha
In the year 2025, the world changed forever. A mysterious blinding light came out from every hole and cave in the Earth and surrounded the entire planet. The rays from the light destroyed most humans only five million people survived around the world. The light had other effects as well. Some of the humans, animals, and weather had mutated and changed. Some humans developed gifts and abilities that were unique, and some were very powerful.
By Joshua Wheelon3 years ago in Fiction
Sir Theodore Edward Donald Dennis Yetman Bear
When I was a young girl, I was given a teddy bear as a gift for Christmas. I would tuck the bear in with me every time I went to bed. It just made everything feel calmer at bedtime and the comfort it gave to have something there to kind of protect me. The bear I had been given I passed down to my children and it helps them as well.
By Rose Wright3 years ago in Fiction