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Noon. Red coated train cars slowed across the worn metal tracks, pulling into Sapphire station. The world was now operated almost entirely by robots, so there were no human conductors monitoring the train routes. Everything was different for human life after traces of some unknown virus started seeping into things. The animals began acting strange, new portals opened up, and there was even more paranormal activity recorded. Everything was crooked, like a book that was slightly tilted on a shelf.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Fiction
The Pomegranate
The Panera Bread was on a cross street where a highway met residential back roads. It stood between a Pet Value and Anthony’s Pizza behind a roofed outdoor patio with a mosaic floor, and a fountain that people mistook for a wishing well. College students collected the pennies and nickels after dark, and stood around it after the Panera closed, shrouded in shadows like spirits waiting to cross into the underworld.
By Amanda Marrero3 years ago in Fiction
The Garbage Man
He moves through the barren streets on legs that refuse to give out, feet tapping on the pavement in uneven patterns of one, two, one…..two, onetwoonetwo, one, two. His excitement grows at each passing pile of waste, and he cannot help but be born again every time he finds a dirty old towel.
By Savannah Eve Henley-Rayve3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Optimist
The Man stepped into the ransacked store. Glass shards crunched beneath his worn boots. Like in most places he searched, the windows were all broken. He smelled the air. It was dry. No sickly sweet smell of death, or the distinct stench of animal droppings greeted him. He smiled, reaching into his back pocket and producing a worn leather journal. He drew the pencil safely tucked in its spine.
By Logan Watkins3 years ago in Fiction
The LOST
Jade says to the man,“Thats all she left me thats it. My mothers hart shaped locket she gave it to me before the world turned on its self. Just before everything went to hell. When they declared marshal law and the bombs went off we couldn't do much to save everyone just like that in a blink of a eye 45 precent of the world population is gone. Like a movie or something. Now we struggle to survive and try to make a new life for everyone. Then some scum like you comes and takes the only thing I have left from my mom. With everything happening you decide to try and hurt me even more. You follow me for 8 miles just to kick my ass and take the only thing I have left in this world of her. I already got to your friends the one with one eye, the guy with the tiger tattoo, and the other one well lets just say he’s not going to be found any time soon. The one eye guy he can’t see or feel now. The tiger tattoo keeps everything in my bag safe because its my new backpack, thank god he wanted a back tat. Now your turn mister leader I could care less what your name is or why you decide to attack me. What you took from me is the reason I’m here, the reason I still walk this waste land, and the reason why your life is bout to be cut short. You even took my food. Now I will show you the pain that you showed me. The pain that left me heart broken. Now you are going to die but its up to you to decide if its fast or slow. I only ask you this question one time where is my mothers locket?”
By Richard Ballard3 years ago in Fiction
The Apprentice
“AVARANTHA!” the old wizard yelled, tracing a circle in front of him with both hands. The monster stopped in its path suddenly, claws held out in mid-air, frozen in time, the air around it shimmering with powerful magic. Its great bloodshot eyes darted around the room, searching for whatever was holding it back.
By Keenan Cronyn3 years ago in Fiction
The Bloodlust
Willow Graves was taken from her mother when she was ten years old during what was now known as the “separation”. It was a time when the government came in and ripped thousands of children away from their parents in an attempt to “ensure the future of the human race”. The virus had taken everything from them and now the government was taking what was left of their families. They put the children into camps based on their age range. They were guarded closely day and night. It made no difference though, the virus caused a chemical change in the human mind. It drove them mad with rage and a bloodlust that could never be satisfied. When the virus eventually found them, the children were defenseless to it and many of them died quickly. Cities had been bombed to destroy the creatures the virus had turned humans into and now many places were too radioactive for survivors to go near. The creatures still lurked, adapting mutations because of the chemicals the military had rained from the sky in an effort to kill them. They were built for this wasteland, built to hunt and rule it.
By Kristin Brewer3 years ago in Fiction
The Dream-Maker
When she awoke that morning, she gazed at the disheartening reflection that was staring back at her in the mirror. A quick and hurried glimpse in the mirror was nothing new, she had done so on most mornings before. But what was unlike any other morning, was that she had noticed how the circles around her eyes had become darker, and how the furrowed lines on her face had become clearer. It was almost as though the grey in her hair had streaked through undetected and appeared overnight, somewhere in between dusk and dawn. She noticed how the frown lines on her forehead were suddenly so deeply ingrained, and how the trenches around her mouth were unexpectedly, yet equally visible.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction