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B.S.D. Broken, Shattered, Destroyed
Walking down the stairs Mr. Cash held his gun close to his side. Peeping around the corner he scanned for the intruder. At first glance, Mr. Cash hadn’t seen any movement. Moving his position, he hid behind the kitchen island. As Mr. Cash poked his head around the corner of the island, he heard a noise coming from the spare rooms on the right. Watching the area of the spare rooms, he saw a man peeping in the bedrooms holding a shiny black pistol. "Get the fuck out of my family’s house," said Mr. Cash as he looked down the sight of the gun. "This what you finna do so you don’t end up with a couple of bullets in your ass. Put the gun down now, walk back with your hands on your head, and lay on your stomach," shouted Mr. Cash. Placing the gun on the ground the intruder took a couple of steps back then stood still. "What makes you think you should live here in our neighborhood? This neighborhood has represented a beautiful blank canvas that shines in all seasons," said Jimmy. "Excuse me, get your ass on the ground," said Mr. Cash.
By D.C. Senju3 years ago in Fiction
Seed of Hope
I saw the spire looming in the distance as I quickened my footsteps and kept my gaze fixed forward. "Just keep moving." I spoke out loud to myself. The darkness began to creep across the dirt road in front of me. There was so little light during the day. I had to eke out a living on 6 hours of light a day. Our food was in short supply. The Earth seemed to turn a dusty grey. It was like a corpse in repose, slowly rotting with each passing minute. Earth was in decomposition and those few of us left were subjected to the horrors of watching this decrepitude and ultimate death of our world. I let my thoughts drift to happier times but kept my stride swift.
By Becky Byrns3 years ago in Fiction
Do Not Eat the Corn
I remember the view from this spot before it all began. There was a rainbow touching down at the top of the hill, which was covered in green grass and overlooked a creek, long dry by now. On the other side of the creek were fields of corn, green and luscious. Then the rain tapered off to almost nothing. Tornadoes and high winds further dried out the land. The population was a fraction of what it once was.
By Noah Glenn3 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 17
After an hour in the First Aid Clinic, I am finally allowed to leave. Dr. Strange is still a bit concerned about a concussion and sends me off with stern warning that if my head ache increases at all, or I feel dizzy or faint, I am to go to the hospital immediately. My arm is in a sling and the pain is still exceeding the pain killers that the German nurse gave me, but I don’t care. I have to get back to my family. I still can’t reach Tucker on his mobile. I try to assure myself that it’s probably just dead again. He must have left his charger back in the room. He is probably very worried about where I am.
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction
When The Air Runs Out (part 3)
Carly could not believe her own eyes. Her parents were dead, she saw the car, there was no way the survived the crash with the way the car was crushed. She had seen their bodies go into the fire to be cremated, something they had left in their wills. She stood up, staring at this woman that could not be her mom, but she looked and sounded so much like her, and her eyes, Carly would always remember the look in her mother's eyes and this woman had that look. "I...excuse me..." Carly sputtered and ran into her bathroom, locking the door behind her. She hadn't actually looked in the bathroom until now. Though it was small, it was pretty nice and had everything she needed, toilet, sink and shower. She finally had her own shower instead of the communal one in the middle of the floor her dorm room was on.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Fiction
The High Keeper
A sudden forgotten task leapt into my mind. I looked at the trees around me, cataloging each. Spruce, pine, elm, maple… Not the tree I needed; I had to go deeper into the forest. Alder, I needed to find an alder tree. It would be easy to spot one this time of year. Long catkins covered in tiny white-yellow flowers would be hanging from the branches. It wasn’t these I was after though. I needed an alder tree for one of the residents of its branches. High, high up in the top of the alder tree, safe from deer who munched the moss on its trunk, and too sparce to provide the cover birds desired, grew a rare flower, a type of yellow orchid called Wizard’s Tears.
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
The Only Choice
Josh Lam sits in the waiting room and tries, painfully, to catch his breath. His knee bounces. He scrolls through his feed, blind to the headlines and posts. A number in the corner of the phone pulses: Four. Four. Four. When he’d arrived this morning, the nurse at reception had smiled tightly and swiped the number over to his cell. It had been one hundred forty-seven then.
By Griffen Bernhard3 years ago in Fiction
The Silver skulls of Aldea
It was a warm summer night on the Street of Aldea. I was taking one of my frequent climbs up my favorite tree, to get away from my parents fighting. This was a very tall redwood, that took a good twenty minutes to climb to the top. Once at the top you could see the entire neighborhood, and I was looking forward to the peace and tranquility. I had almost reached the top when I heard the voice......" Brandon, don't be alarmed ." Someone was already at the top of my favorite thinking tree with me. I was shocked at first , but He said very soothingly ..." Don't fall, I can't catch you if you fall and she would want me to catch you."
By Brandon Cox3 years ago in Fiction