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Dissonant Realities
Arms stretching, short but slim, just barely missing the alarm that has been buzzing for the past few minutes. Swinging for the top of the old digital alarm clock again, she misses the second time. With a growing frustration she slams her fist down on it and the alarm falls silent. "Finally" she mutters. The only sounds to be heard now was the distant chaos of war.
By Cody Siekierk3 years ago in Fiction
Songbirds
Songbird It’s 5 am and she’s already awake. She never really sleeps. Another Dunkin Donut morning, she says. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she considers climbing into the bathtub. Why did I pick a house that didn’t have a shower? She stands, stretches and, walks over to the window and remembers what it was about this house that made her have to have it…the view.
By Alexis Harrell3 years ago in Fiction
The Pendant
Stan intently watched the pallid glow of monitors surveilling his once-suburban stronghold, scrutinizing every movement of the progress now surrounding him on all sides. Under the grip of a frenetic paranoia that informed his every perspective, he seldom left the omniscience of his bedroom reconnaissance of the dangerous world outside. The occasions were fewer still that he left behind the security of his split-level, pedestrian refuge.
By Andrew Rounds3 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Heart
House. That’s what this pile of rubble used to be. Annabelle could tell by the squared edges and rigid lines that marked the ground. At least, that was what her mother told her when she last saw this type of mess. Her mother was gone now. Annabelle started digging through the rubble, looking for useful trinkets. If she was right, the remains of this house might have a treasure trove of supplies she could use.
By April Hall3 years ago in Fiction
Where is love?
In this world I never have had love. I' ve searched a lot, inside people who laughed by their heart, inside people whose laughter was sad. Inside men who used to say "I love you" without even meaning it and to those they didn't know what love really meant for me.
By Klairi Kanellopoulou3 years ago in Fiction
Metamorphic
The street was not completely destroyed, but a chaotic roadmap of cracks had caused it to crumble significantly. Without anyone to maintain the roads, mother nature had reasserted herself, and the long dormant flora of Morrison, Colorado had sprung forth from its asphalt shell.
By Geoffrey Foster3 years ago in Fiction
Every Poison has an Antidote
In the decades that followed earth's annihilation the earth's wildlife regained its control growing wild and feral, climbing through the tall buildings that stood still made of granite and metal, stone and concrete. Alida was adept at climbing, and moving from beam to beam, with very little light to guide her way. Often she lost her footing and found herself in a concrete building watching for those Mansters that often took refuge there. She had vague memories of her mother telling her warning stories of the Mansters, formerly men, who like the wildlife turned feral their bodies mutating in death, traveling through the wilderness groaning over the fate preying on the alone.
By InkGalaxies~3 years ago in Fiction
Locket Scarred
Locket Scarred By Jennifer E. Whalen Scarred by the elements of fire, war and famine, Salem Creek was now a vast wasteland of fallow fields and ramshackle buildings. A place Jericho no longer recognized. The tiny village was the last haven for humans and Fae alike. Looking out towards the pale horizon, Jericho stood quietly, mustering the courage to enter his forsaken home. Human in shape, the only Fae trait betraying his identity was his slightly flatten nose. Clad in heavy boots, trousers, and a weather-stained duster, he was tall with broad shoulders.
By Jennifer Whalen3 years ago in Fiction
Generation Doomsday
"What're we doing here, Alv? This is Big Dumb." Alvin turned to his friend Poke incredulously. "You still don't brain it? We need food, Poke. Over that way is food. Good food, smackable food, many muchs of it. If you don't brain that, maybe you’re Big Dumb."
By Travis Pittman3 years ago in Fiction
Hell on earth
Hell on earth By Jayson Johnston Part 1 Oh how times have changed I say as I look into my backyard. I never thought this life would be attainable for me. A tear rolls down my eye as I slowly open the door to "my" mansion. The smell of smoke from the car fires fills the air as I step outside. I hear the groans from what used to be humans before the devil rose up and started a revolution. He decided it was time for us mortals to suffer. He chose mainly those of us devoted to god to turn into his disgusting foul demons. Being an atheist I was one that was not affected by such a curse. Although I'm not sure I'm much better off. The world is in shambles. The government crumpled and gave into the will of lucifer. So chaos reigns. There are no laws and only one goal. Survive. My name is Alex. I'm 24 and I'm on a mission to stop Lucifer's plan to completely overthrow the earth. How you might ask. By traveling to hell and finding a way to kill the bastard. Part 2
By Jayson Edward Johnston3 years ago in Fiction