Adventure
Fantasy Non Fiction
Greetings Everyone. August of 2019 my fiancee passed away from a massive heart attack at the age of 45. She was a wonderful woman with a heart of gold larger than Fort Knox who stood by my side as my warrior princess. A strong and honorable woman who's love was a truly a treasure.
By Timothy Sokoloff3 years ago in Fiction
Street Rats
“SGT Dick!” he called. Corporal Bob Herrington stood facing the city. “Reconnaissance of the last standing tower is set for two clicks into the moon hours. Pack light, the final tower looks big with all those plants growing onto to it, but it’s only a stairway and two walls. Probably been picked clean already. I’m just gonna bring …”
By David Aleman3 years ago in Fiction
Unbecoming
People are unpredictable. When you think you know someone, something happens that makes you realize that they wear their masks well. When all is revealed, truths are upended, unsettled as if in a crisis; as if in an emergency with a sense of impending doom. Freeze. Reality is not always your destiny. You are the one thing in life you can control.
By The Omnichromiter3 years ago in Fiction
Locked In
She hands it to him. Mother to son. Flora to Orchid. A heart shaped golden locket. Inside, the melted remains of a bit of photographic paper of his great-great-great-great grandmother, the matriarch of the family and a hero in her own right. Nana Nature, as she had fondly been deemed, had been the one stopping the bulldozer, alerting the children worldwide on live link and Tick-Tock* of the impending destruction of the world. She got up on her chair. She danced and she sang like no one had before. She danced through fires. She showered herself in flames too hot and in her fireproof green jumpsuit. She showed those children the images of the earth hundreds of years ago where there was wildlife in gardens, plants and human interaction. She brought back the real conservation that was Earth Day and with a flare which has not been matched since.
By DR Stanislawski3 years ago in Fiction
For the Love of Family
Navy crouched down in the dry brush and focused to control both her breathing and her heartbeat. Her pulse was ringing in her ears as she slowly slid her hands up and down the backs of her thighs allowing the tights she was wearing to dry her sweat-soaked palms. The doe she was stalking suddenly jerked her head up and got completely still save for the ears that were twitching. Listening. Navy held her breath and followed suit. Completely still but watching. Waiting. The creature resumed its meal, and Navy prepared to kill hers. She picked up the hand-crafted bow and arrow and aimed. As she exhaled, she heard the air being sliced as a foreign arrow whizzed by her ear striking her prey.
By Kayla Bryant3 years ago in Fiction
Remember
Wait! Something is missing. I quickly did a scan of the living room before my eyes landed on the almost forgotten item. Shoot! After checking that bag multiple times, you still nearly left it. As I picked up the silver heart-shaped locket, I paused. As I ran my fingers over the scratched metal and worn-out chain attached, I sighed. Get yourself together, seriously. With the thought of forgetting another valuable or needed item, one last check of the house didn’t seem like such a bad proposition.
By Adrian Green3 years ago in Fiction
Chameleon Heart
Declan hated travelling to the Outer Reaches. Especially for work. The ride was arduous and long, with few established trails to many Sectors. Cain, his horse, was overheated and struggling. As was he. The sun beat a relentless tattoo upon the canopy, causing the air below to become dense and close. Soft, green light oozed through the treetops, bringing with it a thick, sludgy heat. Through chinks in the canopy’s armour, shards of golden sunlight penetrated through; these air holes providing the only available relief from the choking heat. Lush and overgrown, the beauty of the forest was lost upon Declan, his mind fixed firmly in annoyance with his Commissioner. It’s not that Gronk was an unreasonable man, he just seemed to hold a particular hatred for Declan. It was unusual to have to travel to the outer reaches, yet even more so when a reccy team had already been through. They should have brought the photo back with them, but Gronk’s thinking was that the Cryo had continued further out toward The Wastes after visiting his old home. This was in the opposite direction from The Interior, where Declan had travelled from. Right now though, in the oppressively sweltering heat, it was hard to think cleanly. He just wanted to get there.
By Alex Heyre3 years ago in Fiction
The Other Half
The children ate dinner together, as they always did, in the dreary Dining Hall. The girl stared longingly out the window as she always did. In the summer nights, when the days grew longer, occasionally a bird or two would swoop down as it searched for its next meal. After dinner, the adults would escort them back to their rooms for the evening. Most of them were nice, especially the blonde lady , Violet. She was the only one who really conversed with her, in fact she was the only one of the adults to ever use her real name when addressing her. Except for her father, of course, but he was a very important man and only came to The Manor several times a year.
By Eli Rohner3 years ago in Fiction
When gods are the foolish ones
They call us gods. We are no gods. If anything, we do hold the responsibility of the current situation. And the past. But we are blinded from the guilt by our shiny tower over the clouds. We were selfish and coward. We secluded ourselves away from the damage, we shut our eyes close and decided to ignore the rest of the world. Or what survived of it. And we’ve been ruling from up there. Living like royalty when the others are down here, providing us with vital supplies in exchange of leftover crumbs.
By Ana Deloret3 years ago in Fiction
Her Face, and Her Faces
Death comes for us all, in a multitude of manners. It’s like a snowflake: no one death is quite like another. Terrance Michaels had lost his wife Penny instantly—in a car accident, one second here and the next with your Maker. Thereafter, Terrance always hoped to be prepared for the end. At least for a few minutes.
By Titus Willis3 years ago in Fiction