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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
Moments Series
It’s hard to describe how telling Landon all about my past makes me feel. I am so relieved to not be keeping anything from him anymore because, in the long run, it would’ve just caused problems between us. Not to mention, it feels like a giant weight is lifted off my shoulders not having to keep it locked inside anymore. He is so sweet and sympathetic to my need to talk, and I can’t even say how happy it makes me to not feel the least bit of pity from him. Keeping this bottled up was killing me. My parent’s knowing the whole story is one thing, they lived most of it with me, but being able to tell it in my own time is very cathartic.
By Jennifer Kent3 years ago in Fiction
For Her Broken Heart
She could hardly pinpoint how they got to where they were. There were no angry words, and there were no moments of uncomfortable or awkward silences. There were no mysterious late nights, and there was no tell-tale lipstick on his collar, or hidden love letters in his pockets. Yet, there they were, carrying boxes down the hall and out to his truck, while carefully loading them one by one. There was nothing much to say about anything. There was nothing at all to understand where it all went wrong, and how it all began.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction