Adventure
Escape To New Eden
Out of breath, Lolita climbed one of the Fourteenth District’s mountains of rubble with as much caution as she could afford, looking back to see how close Loot Enforcers had gained on her. Too many times she’d seen the piles of obliterated brick and mortar crumble under the weight of 2149 gold diggers in search of treasure that would earn them passage to the Land of New Eden, but The Loot Enforcers were hot on her trail, and she had to hurry. It had taken over a decade, but the trinket appraiser, Preston, had assured her that a train ran from west to east where civilization had begun anew every third Saturday at dawn.
By Cynthia Marcano3 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Fate Part 3: The Journey
The rooster crows at the crack of dawn. Jekyll gets up and yawns. He gets up and opens up his backpack and picks up the map. He looks around him and ventures near the entrance slowly. He listens outside but just hears chatter in the distance. He opens the tent just to check if anyone is there and sees a young Asian woman in safari gear with black hair. She asks, “Is fish alright with you for breakfast?”
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Fate Part 2: Preparations
Meanwhile in a faraway place, Jekyll is slowly opening his eyes. His whole body hurts everywhere. He attempts to move his body but fails. Some weird lady with odd blue skin appears and grabs his legs dragging him to a pool of water. Once his body is submerged up to his neck, she stops right before turning into water herself and falling back into the source. Jekyll thought he must be going crazy because water ladies didn’t seem plausible even in their super-powered society. He moved his arm to scratch his head in confusion. He then realizes that he can move his arm. He looks at it and notices the damage is slowly fading away. He cups his hands together and splashes water on his face. He looks at his reflection seeing his body slowly return back to normal. The water in the center suddenly rises up and forms a humanoid shape showing a larger version of the blue woman with sea-green hair. She opens her coral eyes and speaks in a tranquil, melancholic voice with a lot of ambience towards it, “You are the one who wishes to stop the power of fate?”
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Fate Part 1: The Map
In a dark room only lit up by a slew of computer monitors, many people are typing. Above them, beyond a small staircase, somebody sat in a grand chair, staring at the flowing data in front of him. The door leading to the hallway abruptly opens. More light shines into the dark room as a male employee with dark hair in a business suit enters the room. He walks up to the individual seated in the grand chair.
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
Locked away
The alarm blares throughout the factory, signaling the end of my shift. Instead of the almost cheerful one that starts and ends our occasional lunch break, this one is harsh and angry. When I was younger, my dad would joke around and tell me it was just mad we were going home, but as a now seventeen year old who spends a good fifty percent of my waking day in the factory, it didn't feel as much of a joke. Shouldering my bag as I followed my co-workers out, I took one last glance at the camera above my station, the little blinking blue light an indication it was watching. I stifle the urge to show it my middle finger and hurried to catch up with my section. I didn't feel like being stopped by the Locked Army on my way out.
By Audrey Resch3 years ago in Fiction
Absense (The original edit)
It is said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Her name is Tracy. She is fourteen years old in this picture. The picture in the heart-shaped locket on a gold-plated chain. Her long, brown hair is parted in the center and cinched up in two pigtails. Her big, brown eyes sparkle and the curl of her smile makes me wonder what mischief she is up to. I think as I walk through unfamiliar forests, will I recognize her if I find her, no, when I find her. How will she react when she sees me? I continuously practice what I will say to her as I tramp through fallen leaves and weave my way around twigs and branches and other detritus, my ears keen to hear anything of danger to me. I have little to steal: A bedroll, a knife, an air rifle and a few sundries that make the journey a bit less of an ordeal. The most valuable item is, of course, Tracy in a locket. She is the only thing keeping one foot in front of the other.
By Mark Coughlin3 years ago in Fiction
Winter's Silent Wings - Chapter 1 "Barn Owl"
Chapter 1 "Barn Owl" Darkness had surrounded the girls, with only the faintest starlight sifting through the cloudy sky and down between the trees. Cold and tired they stumbled on, the younger girl’s sobs fading into cold exhaustion. Behind them they had briefly heard anguished screams, fading as they plunged farther into the woods. The younger child tripped, sprawling across the stony ground. She cried out.
By Jack Drake3 years ago in Fiction
A Fractured Paradise
The scent of thick iron carried upon a warm breeze. Swords clanged, muffling the cries of battle. Get back. Caeli sent five assailants back while the tip of her sword slid across the throat of the enemy beside her. Her comrades subdued those she blocked while she joined her general's side. Though his helmet shielded his face, she knew he was smiling. Like him, this is what she lived for.
By Kiara Brae3 years ago in Fiction
Winter's Silent Wings - Prologue
"Winter's Silent Wings" by John Robert Harvey -- Prologue -- A quick bundle slung upon her back, the woman urged her two daughters to go faster up the wooded hill above their village. Smoke and screams rose as their home was consumed by flame and marauder. Somewhere, back down below, what was left of her husband - and their father - was being trampled into the late autumn snow that dusted the earth.
By Jack Drake3 years ago in Fiction