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My Life Before...
I remember about 15 years ago, i was 16 and my first love was in high school and hated my parents for keeping us apart.. His name was R.J, short for Ronald Jr.. he was tall, dark, and handsome, and all the girls wanted him.. And he wanted me.. We fell in love and had plans to marry after high school, have a small family and live happily after all..
By Angela Severin3 years ago in Fiction
A letter to my child
Firstly, if this letter is reaching you, it means that I didn’t make it back. I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry that even when I was trying my best, it still wasn’t good enough. Secondly, it means that your Aunt Claire has decided that you are now ready to take over the fight. You’ll get further than any of us ever did.
By Leigh Williams3 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Gold
Amari struggled to keep stride with her older sister as she was pulled along the beaten sidewalk. Her small legs ached and burned as weariness began to set in on her body. Imani was fully aware of her younger sister's slowed pace, but she knew they couldn’t stop. They had to get to a safe place. They didn’t have time to stop and rest or catch their breaths.
By Loleeta Cobbins3 years ago in Fiction
Emmortal
The Clouds were humanity’s greatest invention- virtual immortality. The ability to have your consciousness uploaded to a cyber paradise of bliss once your life had come to an end, was the end-all-be-all of human progress and ingenuity. The procedure- initially allowed for only those who afford it, was now open to all. This was to ensure that all people had used their time in the real world to contribute to what was left of society rather than skip the woes of the desolate world left behind by The Last War. It was reserved to those who had gone through their life in full and earned it- those on their deathbed, those in comatose, and so on- “Fulfilling The Contract”, they called it.
By Nathan Archer3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Locket
Vocal Writing Submission By James Alexander Palfi The Heart Shape Locket and the 2nd Coming The world in general is getting better. From the advent of the first two humans whether you believe in some form of creationism stories Adam or Eve or via evolution.
By James Palfi3 years ago in Fiction
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