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The Locket
It was a grey day, the usual, dressed in smog and crumbling ash. I left our little shack behind as I do most mornings, picking my way through the piles of refuse down to the dark river. Its oily waters twined and slithered their way toward the sea, a dull strip far on the horizon that sometimes flashed whitecaps when the winds picked up.
By Delaney Rose3 years ago in Fiction
As the World fell
We were all told this would happen eventually—the world was bound to come crashing down but we hadn’t expected it this soon. You see, it had been nearing the two-week mark of my father lying in an ICU bed. We had started this journey full of hope but there was an inkling of doubt in the back of my mind. It started out as a tickle, the welling of tears as my throat squeezed tight with panic. I hadn’t registered reality, my dad was dying and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I clutched the small heart shaped locket—a vintage piece full of intricate swirls that he had gifted me some odd years before as I stared down at his beautiful face. I couldn’t fathom what was happening, how he could be here one minute and gone the next. I joined my siblings on a small couch under a window near his bed as we flipped on the television—I didn’t care what was going on outside of these four walls. The world could have burned down around me and I wouldn’t have known.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Faith
“We always thought that we ourselves would end the world. That there would be some nuclear disaster, a war lasting minutes, and then not much of anything else. We didn’t account for nature to destroy itself, like a snake biting its tail-“ Faith cut herself off, pausing the radio transmission to reach for a handful of crumbs out of some unbranded, grey military bag of chips.
By Sam Maccallum3 years ago in Fiction
Go ahead and lie
It became very clear that Roran couldn’t stand Hanny. And that Hanny took great delight in getting Roran all riled up. There seemed to be nothing that nothing could stand about Hanny. The way that he laid sprawled in the sun with those soft and tender gray eyes, comfortable in his own skin and fur as he gnawed on a bone. He would snap and spit at Hanny anytime he acted the least amount dogish. But what could you expect from a dogman?
By Vivian Crane3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Arrow
The wide cargo bay of dirtship rode so high that the trees seemed half as tall on either side of the Old 40. Gathered around EJ, and scattered across the top of the canvas-covered cargo, were three types of faces—the drained, the bored, and the unconscious. He held up a jug of shortwater and deck of cards. “The game’s three jack,” he shouted. “Who’s in?”
By The Page Collective3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Bette: Reunited 2020. Part 1
INCLUDES MAJOR SPOILERS FOR "BETTE ON IT: WEIRD ADOLESCENCE." YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! Bette Arrives... Bette and Mark had been talking for months after they got back in contact in June 2020. They texted each other almost daily. They video called each other a couple nights each week. Mark was able to do so more often when his children were with his former wife: every other week. Bette had concerns about Mark having an ex-wife and children, but over the months it became clear: Shannon had been someone he had loved as a friend; she was his partner in raising their children. He told her their romantic love had faded fast in the early part of their marriage and they were both much happier now. He had nothing but kind things to say about her as a friend and mother.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction