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How to Enjoy the Magical Wonders of a New World by Simply Falling Asleep?
The first thing my mom (who was the narrator of most of my bedtime stories) would say is “lie down in your magical bed and close your eyes while you slowly begin to breathe and clear your mind of all previous thoughts. As soon as your mind reaches a fully relaxed state, begin to think about which superpowers, you want to use tonight?”
By Anthony Chan3 years ago in Fiction
The Ride
Even as the city spoke to them in seductive and festive whispers, Sam and Becky were still bored, stuck in the middle of the carnival stream of lights and excitement. The airy hoard ignored them for the better parts of drunken convalescences and glitter. Sam and Becky did not have a cent to their names. They walked along the streets, staring at the industrial whorls around them. The warm rush of exhaustion and absolution passed by. Sam kicked an empty can that landed on the road. It was instantly flattened by cars and flung right back in their direction.
By Justin Fong Cruz3 years ago in Fiction
Minty breath
Minty breath Rotten lime balls came sailing through the reddened sky, and wacked my brother square in the forehead. He was slightly dazed from the impact and didn’t respond, till dozens as hard as golf balls, came sailing through the broken window like a flock of birds. My brother moaned, as we sprinted down the stairs. I did everything I could to shield him from the true risk of invasion that we faced every hour of the day, but at times like this there wasn’t all much I could do. As he began to complain that the bread might become as wet as my dad’s swimming trunks, I told him very firmly to “keep it down!”. If our home was invaded, then we would have no where to live and probably starve as we coughed down dried corn in an effort to stay alive.
By Reality Detective3 years ago in Fiction
Hear the Monsters Cry
The sky was an infinite stormy grey. Debris littered the street, the black asphalt peeking out from underneath the carpet. Cars were scattered and left to rot. Their windows shattered, roofs and doors dented, some were even discarded upside-down. Buildings were falling apart, the crumbled mess on the pavement; smashed windows wept razor-sharp shards, leaving behind gaping holes. The most unwelcome of these sights were the corpses rotting in amongst the debris, their putrid stench infiltrating the streets. The sounds of gunshots were no longer a surprise. Wailing, screaming and cries for help resonated through the stagnant air even though they knew no one would come.
By Telisha Reid3 years ago in Fiction
The Left Behinds
June 26th, Year Unknown. Country Unknown. Place Unknown. ‘I don’t know how long I have been walking for, nor do I know why I travelled in this direction. All that I have with me is my worn down backpack, a dodgy memory and a rusty heart shaped locket that I have carried with me for as long as I can remember. What I do know, is that I need to take shelter, hunker down, so that they can’t chase me. Who is they? I hear you ask. I couldn’t tell you. All I know is they have been relentlessly chasing me for three nights now and I need some sleep.
By Joey Shabadoo3 years ago in Fiction
STAR GONE
The last thing that hung in the red little town was a weird insect-like voice that hugged and bugged the closed doors with a dramatic push, and the roads bumbled with vivacity, and everything was tossed up and wild. Then, in the distance you see a car coming, and it keeps its thundering for a long while before coming to a stop at Mission Bay. He entered Mission Bay, filled with white technology and giant flowers that hung in huge vases on the rock walls. Then, you see people come inside the building, talking quietly, all about the same thing, that they only had seventy hours before the meteorites hit their bay, which belonged on a moon, a time in the future. Emerald Captain ordered important messages to the star elites, and everyone obeyed him and does his or her specific jobs. He hired Cake Williams to lead the team past the star grass, which was a term that was known in the red little town to be a space in time where the matter they will pass becomes smaller than they were, and lasting a lot longer. It was known that while passing through space grass, one tends to lose himself in the infinite bored momentum of a feeling of forever that was only stuck for a few years in real-time on the moon. Cake Williams ordered his first assistant, a young Jupiter kid with great big eyes and wearing the color blue, his name was Bleek, to search the long lights up ahead for the pilot's wrongfulness in a stretch in time. "Keep a close watch, Bleek," Cake Williams said. Then the meteorites came and blew everything up, and a lot of people died, and then there was only a few left in the population in town, and there were about forty or so left, including Cake Williams and two of Bleek's seeds. Bleek died soon later in a short mission past the first wave of the space grass. The mission was labeled a stupid mission, a term that was known in the town. The mission talks about the sleeping self passing under the space grass, rather than above, and thus, mirror a small enough piece of time as to render his or herself safe while passing through the grass. But Bleek never made it back out, and Cake Williams was most struck by this tragedy. Then more meteorites came and took out seven more men. They passed through the space grass for fifty thousand years. "When will this ever end." No one dares answer back, not even the dogs. The red star blows red dust into the air and you can feel a small red metal thing drilling into the back of your neck. You will feel this sensation for fifty years, then fifty years more, always repeating. The town never left the space grass, and only three survived the bending's end. Cake Williams was one of the three survivors of the "Thousand-Year Sleep" which was a term that was only known to the three survivors including himself.
By Justin Fong Cruz3 years ago in Fiction
A Forager's Peril
Her legs burned as she raced through the trees, lungs gasping for breath, every muscle in her body begging her to stop. But to stop was to die so she pushed forward. Nothing like danger nipping at your heels to get in a good workout. Not that she’d recommend this regime to anyone.
By Emma Brown3 years ago in Fiction
"Absolute Zero"
Dear Diary, My Life wasn’t always this chaotic, you know. Before the emergency alerts came in and before the virus got here I was a normal teenager. A prized student at a good school, decent home and parents who loved me. Plenty of friends who looked up to me, a bright future even I couldn’t imagine. But it can all be taken away from you within a blink of an eye. Hi, my name is Ohara Holomon. And I am one of the few survivors of the virus H296 aka “Absolute Zero”. It hits you within minutes, attacking your nervous system and leaves you fully vulnerable before finally taking all of you for itself. Sort of like a football field sized volcano erupting in the middle of New York City. A complete wipeout without any notice at all. Starts out differently for everyone, some may experience a cough, severe fatigue, and maybe a bloody nose. Others are paralyzed instantly and all motor skills are dysfunctional. But the ending results always seem to be the same. Consumed and lifeless. Many people ignored their symptoms until it became too late. My mother worked on the frontlines of it all. Senior MD biochemist at the local hospital. She gave all she had to try and help find a way to stop “Absolute Zero”. All her attempts made a difference but only for a small quantity of time. Dampening the inevitable long enough for a last farewell. Four months in and countless lives lost. With all of her attempts and research my mother was finally able to complete a Serum that counteracted virus H296. It puts the virus cells of H296 on pause long enough for your fighting cells to attack the problem properly. However before she was able to share her research with the world she too was consumed by H296. All her research now lies within the flash drive inside this heart-shaped locket I wear around my neck everyday to remind me this fight still isn’t over. My mother’s last words were “ Only within the right hands can the truth be safe”. At that moment I had no clue what she meant by that. On the other hand, I’ve learned to conquer things I couldn’t conceptualize. If I allow this research to get in the wrong hands the world itself could go completely extinct. If I get the research into the right hands the world can be restored, and life as we know it can be on the rise for the better. Myself and the others keep isolated within our own environment so H296 isn’t contracted. Despite the fact that we still have no idea how this H296 comes about. But like many others we have our theories. Airborne? Science? Mother nature? Or maybe we are just being punished for all of our bad sins. Questions and statements none of us are able to answer. I’m determined to get my mother’s research in the right hands. Nevertheless I’m also worried that the right hands may not be the right hands to trust completely. Who can you trust when the world no longer has the laws and peace you once knew? Who can you trust with the last hope humanity has? “Absolute Zero” has taken too many lives that crossed its path already, too many families have been destroyed by something we didn’t have the materials to fight. Now we have everything we need to build a better future to learn to become better people. I have a second chance to continue what my mother fought for and I sure won’t waste it. Would You?
By Tanekia Shanice Waters3 years ago in Fiction