Adventure
Within the Heart
I closed my eyes. My world seemed to be fading. Ending. Deep down I knew that it wouldn’t end here. It couldn’t end here. I’d fought too hard to see everything collapse before me. I wouldn’t give up now. The journey ahead would be dangerous and we’d quite literally be risking the life of hundreds of people. But that day I decided that we would be the survivors. The ones who would tell the stories years from now. The ones who’d be able to say that they crossed the galaxy and found our new home among the stars. The ones who lived through the total destruction of our once beautiful planet, Zenqua.
By Sophia Makarenko 3 years ago in Fiction
Till Death
They looked into each others’ eyes, reciting their vows, deliberately, yet sweetly. As they exchanged their rings she also gave him a heart-shaped locket that was passed from generation to generation, from mother to daughter to be given to their loved one during their wedding ceremony as a symbol of their eternal love.
By Alex Perez3 years ago in Fiction
Scavenged Destiny
Scavenging had become a lost art. The dead had so much they didn't need. Before the new dawn, life had been so comfortable that people bought the latest and greatest in trivialities and home decor instead of the basics of life. Survival had gone to the back burner on the newest top of the line industrial stove. But the dead didn't have mouths to feed. Their homes had been stripped for parts. Nowadays you didn't find much but brick and bone. All stripped away, but a good scavenger could always find gold in a pile of dirt.
By Christopher Beesley 3 years ago in Fiction
The Jarl
“All the way back in the year 2022 the entire world was unimaginably different. My darling you have never seen anything like it. Back then our little village didn’t even exist. Everything was so very different from now, the sky was blue and there was grass everywhere. The people were allowed to go and do whatever they wanted and even worship how they wanted. We didn’t even have enforcers. Everything changed so quickly, no one had time to prepare. On a boring day that seemed too normal to be true the skies opened up and the wrath of the gods rained down upon us all. Tsunamis and hurricanes ripped across the great seas, and tornadoes and blizzards devastated the land. Several areas remain uninhabitable to this day. Those were the worst of the miscreants. You see my love, we hadn’t honored the land as the Gods wanted us to and they punished us for it. Millions of people were killed and nearly everyone was left homeless. Our people fled the ruins of our city and found this land. We called it Horga and began to build our new lives, using the wreckage to build our new homes. Once again honoring the gods we lived a life filled with abundance. Until the Odinson’s took over, that is." I said somberly while clutching the small golden locket that I always wore, to my chest. “Thats silly Nanna this is the way it has always been and always will be, everyone knows that. That was also like eighty years ago.” Helka said like the confident girl she had always been. Truthfully it had only been 40 years but I wasn’t going to argue. Helka blurted out, “Besides there is only one god and that is Odin, Jarl Dagfinn wouldn’t lie about that.” Helka was excitedly waving her arm around as she spoke, I noticed the K branded into her right wrist. “My poor darling” I thought to myself and nodded at her “You get some rest Helka dear, Nanna has to get home before curfew takes effect. '' Helka nodded and wished me good night. Taking my leave I wished my darlings Effie and Bjorn a good night and went on my way. Walking the dim, dreary streets I fiddled with the sleeve of my dress, anxious about what could be around any corner, I walked quickly to my small shack. When I arrived I noticed something was off, the usual darkness seemed more sinister tonight. “Dagny Solveig... “ a voice said as someone rapidly came up from behind me covering my mouth and wrapping a strong arm around me. “We are here by order of the Jarl to deal with your treachery. We are well aware of the false gods you have been worshiping.” I tried to pull away my sleeve ripping in the process. The enforcers noticed my wrist, which was branded with a T and chuckled “Not that we would expect anything less from a sniveling Thrall like you. ” The enforcers waiting in the shadows then emerged laughing maniacally as they surrounded us. I could no longer see anything more than this wall of bodies. I tried to fight the guards for my freedom but the struggle was cut short as I felt a sharp pain rip through my side. The world started to fade from my vision and I could feel myself fading fast.
By Moon Willo's Notebook3 years ago in Fiction
A heart for the World
Someone had a heart and the whole world was searching for it. This heart was not beating in someone's chest but around someone's neck. Her name was "Sarah Saveour" and she held the key to our survival. She was The grandchild of a prominent French scientist, his favorite in fact. When he could not take her on the last known expedition to save mankind, he left her a gift, a gift for us all. A heart shaped locket. inside was the key to something that would change the world, at least what was left of it.
By Chamiyo De Lille3 years ago in Fiction
War for the Outside Locket
Feeling like you’re about to collapse is extremely inconvenient when you’re running for your life… and all of humanity. It all began with a 50-year long war, then betrayal, and now this. This metal, cold, heavy, heart-shaped locket I held was the key to everything we could have ever hoped for. A war was fought for it one hundred years ago. Well, we didn’t know that part until the war was over. Then the real war began. Our livelihoods were destroyed for what we thought was freedom, but now we are learning that we were all greatly deceived. They wanted us to destroy ourselves so they could take over. “How much longer are these guys gonna chase us?” Mel was clearly winded, too. She could barely breathe, and I began seeing stars. I was fading fast. “Mel, I think I’m gonna pass out.” Mel was determined. “Just keep pushing, we’re almost there!” I fished the locket out of one of the pockets on the inside of my jacket and suddenly felt nauseous; the adrenaline was gone, but we couldn’t afford to give up. “Mel! Take it!” Mel was indignant. “What? No!” My vision went blank and I felt my knees crash into the earth below me. I stuck my arm out to brace myself but it was of no help.
By Olivia Bledsoe3 years ago in Fiction
White, Water
Imagine, if you will, you’re a ball. If you were a ball, you’d be lucky if you had any awareness at all, but how would having awareness truly serve a ball? A ball doesn’t serve much purpose outside of the rolling or bouncing it was designed to do. Now, imagine a newly aware ball being plucked out of the ocean, sopping wet, and bounced around in a dryer for a few hours. That’s akin to how Ando felt when he started to regain consciousness on the plush leather couch in the office of the woman sitting across from him.
By Lee Bennett, III3 years ago in Fiction