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My Mother's Locket
“Liz,” Michael hisses from behind me. I ignore him, hoping he’ll get the hint. “LIZ!” “Shhh!” I say, whipping around to glare at Michael. He’s pale, face blending with his white-blonde hair. We’ve all grown cold and clammy-looking from living inside the mountain, our skin losing the shine it must have had when we were out in the sun, enjoying the breeze and playing in the green grass.
By Rebecca/R.K. Fisher3 years ago in Fiction
Jake Rodriguez
Slick your hair back, just like that. Okay, now just a little hairspray. Gorgeous, baby. You’re going to rock that presentation this afternoon. Tim won’t know what hit him. All you have to do is muscle up, puff out your chest, talk numbers… the new antidepressant will get put through to R&D before any of those reprobates have a chance to disapprove.
By Trenton Anthony3 years ago in Fiction
When All You Want To Do Is Leave
Dolly, Dolly, come back. Her voice, like the self-soothing purr of a cat. Many things have brought me to this empty cathedral, in this empty city. A disease. A vocation. A paper trail. A locket. Of all these things, it’s the voice that lingers. Not reproachful, not bitter; just a chant, a girl’s jump rope melody, almost meaningless.
By Eric Dovigi3 years ago in Fiction
In Our Nature
Growing up, I would always hear about how violent our species was. My 9th grade history teacher would say as long as there are men on earth, there will always be other men to kill them. The prediction that we would be the cause of our own demise had been made time and time again. So many times in fact, I almost feel foolish for feeling shocked the day that prediction came true. How could I be caught off guard by something that we'd been warned about over and over throughout the course of human history? Nevertheless, the day the world was set on fire, I was just as surprised as anyone else.
By Carlos Guerra3 years ago in Fiction
Power
March 1, 2024 was referred to as “the day the music died.” All radio stations and television channels stopped playing regular programming and switched to Nuclear News around the clock. We had entered a second cold war in the US, only this time it was turned into worldwide entertainment. Donald Trump had been re-elected. Of course, this angered Kim Jong-un, who declared there would be no talk of a button or whose worked better. He stared directly into Trump’s eyes at a lunch he had invited him to while his translator explained North Korea would not be made to look like a fool again. They were leaders of powerful nations and needed to act like it. Donald Trump, with the whole world watching, leaned in and whispered, “I rigged an election to lead the greatest nation on Earth for a second term. I’ll do whatever the hell I want.” He hadn’t realized he was being recorded.
By Brandy Enn3 years ago in Fiction
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