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The Locket
“Can somebody please explain to me in their own words how we ended up in the state that we are in now? How our world ended up like it is? I would like it to be in a written format. Thank you.” Once the speaker finishes, I watch as hands fly to the air and some questions start pouring out of people’s mouths.
Sterben within the Shadows
January 3rd, the fall of civilization, and the day I lost those whom I cared the most. My name is Edward Thorne, 18 years old, and I'm among the last beacons of hope to end this nightmare, now I know you are probably confused, how did this happen; well let me explain what happened 3 months ago...
Miguel Trejo AcostaPublished 3 years ago in FictionHeart Shaped Locket
I squinted against the harsh ray of sunlight, streaming through the ragged tan cloth that I had hanging over the dirty glass windows. I rolled to my side and the old mattress that I was using for a brief night's sleep crinkled and groaned. The concrete floor beneath was cold and hard, it scraped against my knees as I pulled myself back to my feet. I was sore in a way that penetrated far beyond a normal ache. It penetrated even beyond the physical man, as an ache that affects and even disintegrates the soul like a corrosive acid. I panicked at first as I groped through my clothes for the only driving force that kept me going. I found it and breathed easily again. I pulled a heart shaped locket from my side pants pocket and turned it over in my hand. It was a faded gold locket with a barely functional clasp on its side. On the inside was an old photo, even more faded and curled slightly at its sides. It was of a beautiful woman, maybe mid-thirties, same as me, with dark hair and a flawless smile. I didn't know her, any more than I knew myself, nor did I know where to find her. Yet, I knew in some way that I had to find her. She had become, in ways that I was not quite able to fully comprehend, my reason for living.
Thomas HeadleyPublished 3 years ago in FictionSpin
Who’s gonna spin, gonna spin, gonna spin. Spin away the pain, all the pain, all the pain. The song echoed in the darkness, and they followed the sound downwards, past the parts they liked to visit, past the parts they pretended they didn’t, into the places they only went when forced. Their footsteps were barely audible over the blaring of the music and the cloying scent of decay grew stronger the further down they traveled. They’d been searching for hours, hours longer than they had to stop the dance.
Googol’s Grandiose Gamble
For many years, Googol carried a light burden. He knew how to prove the impossible, namely that one equals two. Had it been correct, this 1 = 2 equation would have had many ramifications, including that of the absurdity of life, notwithstanding its already obvious irrationality—fait accompli. The equation was derived by means of seven simple steps:
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FictionThE InFEcTed YoUth Part 2
THE BUNKER DOOR IS CLOSED... Summer is sitting down, with her back against the wall, gazing at intricate water stains opposite to her. Her four year old daughter Rebecca is laying in her lap while her ten year old son Tommy rests his head on a folded military-green blanket placed over her thigh. Summer is so exhausted that her mind fazes out and starts daydreaming different designs from the water stains. The way someone would with clouds.
Angelo M. RochaPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Catastrophic Brain Function
i. WAKE ME UP IN SOMEPLACE NEW. Those were the words of my only living relative my grandpa now deceased. He fell asleep in the backseat of a car we used to have, which I have left behind, its spare tyre having burst a flat not far from the fallen town of Yuddaburra, in the outback of Australia.
Taylor vvestmacottPublished 3 years ago in FictionPlaying Possum
It had been a simple matter for her to penetrate the so-called security that surrounded the building.
David PerlmutterPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Book of Kalli
Deep in the cavern, two hundred feet below the surface, Kalli checked the time and decided three days of isolation would do for this trip. She scuttled backward to the last turnaround point.
J. S. WadePublished 3 years ago in FictionNothing Ever Really Belongs to You.
The sun was a fading blood-hole above the city of the dead and half-living. The hunch-shouldered did not grunt as they slaved, though spittle gathered at the corners of forever-thirsty mouths. The furnaces they fed shot flames high into the grey sky. Nothing howled or moaned but pain dominated. Exhausted bones moved with emaciated muscle.
Heath HardinPublished 3 years ago in FictionShe Gets the Flowers, Right?
Catherine could feel her face get red and hot, she could feel her eyes welling up with tears, she sniffed trying to hold back the tears. Catherine let out a deep and uneven breath.
Heart's Treasure Lost
“When I was young, the world expected Armageddon with bated breath. It became a culture, a form of entertainment. We expected bombs, wars, plagues, earthquakes, alien invasion, or some other form of total destruction from one day to the next. We were so focused on fearing the apocalyptic destruction of the world, we never noticed that Armageddon came like a thief in the night, sneaking away with the world as we knew it, one piece at a time. The world had been coming to an end for years and no one noticed until it was too late…”
Carrie ForthmanPublished 3 years ago in Fiction