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Burn Baby Burn
Burn Baby Burn Of course history repeats itself. Apparently those genetically endowed with the ability to see and understand this are seldom in a position to do anything about it. “Some history is so egregious that under no circumstance should it ever be allowed to happen again,“ Berry thought to herself, as the blistering heat from the bonfire of burning books threatened her and the cheers from the buffoons who were gleefully feeding the flames with texts and novels rang in her ears.
By Cleve Taylor 3 years ago in Fiction
Into the hell on earth
6022A.D. The war between heaven and hell had ended after what seemed like decades of bloodshed and deaths. I Lilith the 7th had witnessed it all as a young girl growing up to be a young adult with this war between Lucifer and the Mashiah, fighting to the death. Now that the war had ended just weeks ago I set out to find anyone or thing that could have survived the brutal fight. Ash litters the ground as the fire dances like Daisy in a strong breeze. The bells from the church that was left standing rang out in to the empty world. The fire slowly stopped its dance and the sight of bodies littered the ash covered ground. Not many people survived the war a lot of men and children were made to fight or die, Lucifer needed more men to fight for him and if they were to refuse he go for the children to fight for him. Especially since they had nothing of real desire. So, they were easy to per sway to fight. Thank goodness, my child has not been born yet especially during the war; I thought to myself. The church is where my child will be born in to this world it will be a day of peace and I told my grandfather Lucifer that it is a day of peace for his grandson to be born on the day that nothing happens.
By Dragon Matthew Wood - Hillman3 years ago in Fiction
HEART'S CONTENT
I don’t remember the world as it once `was. I was too young when the pyramids came. I don’t mean the pyramids in Egypt, but the PYRAMIDS. These were warships shaped like the structures in Egypt from an alternate universe that somehow crossed into our plane and decimated every civilization on Earth. They destroyed it all. They took my family. I was three years old. My mother, father, and brother had managed to get me to the back of the bomb shelter built into the basement. Mom manned the door as my father and brother ran to get the last supplies. Unfortunately, the Pyramid over our little town of Schaghticoke New York launched a massive bomb at that moment. The blast killed all three of them. I was discovered in the rubble three days later. I was crying, covered in dust and wood, clutching my mother’s heart shaped locket.
By David Jacobson3 years ago in Fiction
May
I remember it well. The day the AI took over. It was an easy thing to suspect, when you create something that looks, acts, and speaks like a human, they will inevitably begin to feel like humans as well. They began to think, string together a completely unique thought, propelled by machine.
By Myrna Collins3 years ago in Fiction
Sanctuary
Once again I am tied up and bouncing around in the back of an SUV but this time I am smushed between two men. Both of their scents are familiar and there a tingling feeling whenever the one behind me touches my bare skin. I know these two men. Behind me is Greyson my best friend, lover and mate. There is only one problem with him, he thinks I am human.
By Jazmine Crow3 years ago in Fiction
A Desperation For Difference
Only four hundred years passed since the end of modern civilization, yet The Directorate was awfully strict towards their huge population. They feared progress that could, for a second time, harm all of humanity. Their spite of the past drove their education plans to erase all history. The schoolchildren here believed the English language was created by their colony, and they had no knowledge of other populations. No knowledge of what England was, nor America, nor any other country. These citizens lived a bland life of Directorate-sanctioned productivity, where the jobs are planned upon one’s birth.
By Lord P.S. Meehan3 years ago in Fiction
Work in Progress
It was later than usual when we departed on our next adventure. It had been two weeks since our Las Vegas blackout. I was in a turmoil fighting down panic attacks leading up to the day. The benefit of this trip was that we were in the company of a group of friends and family. Therefore any time alone seemed like it would be out of the question. I was traveling with my cousin this time and due to the fact that she was a teacher preparing for her upcoming year, we could not leave till the late evening hours. I had spent much of the morning locating floating devices for four of us due to the fact that the rental I was supposed to have been in was extracted once the owner realized he's lost interest and would not be attending the Regatta with us. I was not made aware of this till midnight the night before when I was at his house looking at his pathetic puppy dog face deciding to now charge me $200.00 for deposit and rental for what originally was going to be free. I and suddenly very irritated by the change in events is told him to go fuck himself and took my tired ass home and straight to bed. The next morning I took myself to two different Big 5s and paid $45.00 each for two rafts that were not only two seaters but they each had an inflatable cooler in between I was relieved that something had actual been found at the last minute.
By Las Matamaridos3 years ago in Fiction
Seeds of the Sun
Petra stood at the mouth of the cave looking out. She absentmindedly fingered the small, heart-shaped locket hung on its leather braid around her neck. From behind she could hear the life-giving trickle of water, a comforting sound. Outside, an occasional bleat from the goats and crowing from the rooster, who had never given up his announcement of dawn, meant chore time. A lizard skittered across the opening, already panting in the heat. She wondered what they ate.
By Natalie Wilkinson3 years ago in Fiction
Fire & Metal
*Clink* She wiped her brow with the back of her hand. *Clank* Her arm ached after the hundredth swing of the mallet. The blade was almost as flat as she needed it to be. She swung her free arm around to twist a ball of glass in the fire, ready to be shaped. This is what happens when your blacksmith father takes an extra hour for lunch, she thought to herself multitasking her dad’s unfinished projects. The demand for blacksmiths skyrocketed in the country, but Ada figured it was because men were out drinking while the kids got stuck running the shops. She had to give her father some credit though.
By Anna Koduru 3 years ago in Fiction
Hope After The Fall
The fall of humanity. Before you rush to any drastic conclusions, it wasn't zombies or any man made war virus; it was simply greed. That all it came down to. Man kind drove the earth into nothing; depleting the natural resources so fast, that the earth had no time to replenish itself. Very few trees remain, so the air quality is very poor. Water is scarce, so being able to conserve what little there is has become the most important survival skill. My name is Emily Meyers, and I am one of the last known human survivors of the apocalypse.
By Mariah Wright3 years ago in Fiction
Almost Perfect
Everybody knew it was a terrible idea. Even the President looked unsure, when he announced the go-ahead for the new magma-fueled power station. And with his grades in school, chances are he had no idea what he was talking about anyway. Finally, people of the world came together, Christians and Muslims, Whites and Blacks, Women and Men, united in the absolute agreement that this was a no good, very bad thing.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction