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“Hello, Michael.” That’s how it started, a text greeting from an unknown number on a late damp autumn night. He had been about to shut down his laptop. Helen had gone upstairs to bed, as usual, around an hour ago. She would read for a while then fall asleep with her book. He’d join her later, untangle her fingers from the pages and place the book face down on her bedside cabinet. He’d slide into bed beside her and the next thing would be the 6 am alarm when it all started over again.
By Alex Markham3 years ago in Fiction
A Mentally Balanced Society
Georgia looked down at her silver heart-shaped locket. In it was a picture of her mother. She had dark hair and wore red and purple. A color combination that had been forbidden for as long as Georgia could remember. She hid her locket and turned her attention to her closet. There was not much in it. She was a design student so this month she was scheduled to wear blue and white. In her closet was one special item. She was graduating this week. Her special colors were yellow and tan. The outfit had been chosen for her. It had arrived the other day. Her new job had been preselected as well. Her new job would be in this department. She would assign the colors for the ease and betterment of her fellow citizens. Her society's main goal was to look after the mental well-being of its citizens. They eliminated all self -determination and free choice. They had no jails, no crime, no hate speech, and no mental hospitals. People did not have the ability or need to make a bad decision.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
The bubble
The bubble “Mother, why do we have to stay in this giant bubble? Look out there! Look at the birds flying! What do they sound like? Yesterday you told me those four legged animals are deer, they are so pretty! The trees are so huge, the grass so tall, why are they swaying and dancing?” Pointing beyond the glass bubble, wiping it from the condensation of my breath.
By Leslie Strom3 years ago in Fiction
Roger the World’s Greatest Therapy Dog and the Haunted Hospital
It was October 31st, Halloween and Roger was working at the hospital. All the therapy dogs were wearing Halloween costumes so they could win the annual costume contest. First prize is a life time supply of dog bones. Roger was wearing a vampire costume. Roger was wearing a black cape and he had fake vampire tangs in his mouth. Harry the black lab was wearing a mummy costume.
By Jmjulius15 Jay3 years ago in Fiction
The Dye In The Night.
As he trekked forward to the stone wall, Oisín couldn’t help looking over his shoulder at the Abbey in the distance. If he was quick, he could return home before dawn, leaving Brother Raymond none-the-wiser. Bumping into the wall tore his eyes away from the towers and huts, returning him to the journey ahead. Though the wall was low enough to mount over but high enough to keep the ewes in their field, he was struck by what the interlocking rocks represented.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
Tsunami of Cats
I put my hand out but couldn't reach her even though we were in the same room. She laughed, not at me, at the TV—something to do with mice. It was a pleasant evening outside. Inside it was just evening. I asked her to change the channel to something more interesting and she replied that I should change into something more interesting first. She had the remote and is sometimes packing a nine so I went and sat in my easy chair.
By Karl Van Lear3 years ago in Fiction
Waterlogged
I was born after the rain began. My grandfather told me how amazing the world was before the storm; how bright and green the grass was on cultivated fields as far as the eye could see. He told me climbing the mountaintops was a test of skill and endurance, not a simple saunter up onto what limited dry land we had left. He told me, through tired eyes and matted hair, of a time when the world was warm and dry. But that was before the rain fell. Before the sun went away.
By N.J. Folsom3 years ago in Fiction