Adventure
Locket of the Sky
Search Party 22, entry #1, year 2072 The world is ending. The ground hasn’t stopped shaking and the sky has been filled with lightning and storms for years. It all started after the world came into existence, and the earth first moved, and the sky gave life breath. For eons, the living embodiment of the Earth, Gaia, and the embodiment of the sky, Uranus, loved each other with all their hearts. They created all life on the planet and ensured the survival of everything upon her body and in the heavens. The two were made for each other in every sense, but one day, Uranus’ eyes began to wonder on the women of the world, and Gaia felt betrayed at his actions. The very first storm was their first fight, and it raged for days as they shouted and fought over what Uranus had done. In the end, he apologized to his love for his mistake, and the storm finally subsided, but sadly, things did not end there.
By Erich Gaudet3 years ago in Fiction
A Tale Tail Heart tale no.4
Raff was always as the French would call it, a “manquer.” It translates to a person who just misses in everything he does. He almost wins the gold, he almost makes a million dollars, he almost saves the day…almost almost. If truth be told, Raff isn’t entirely plagued by bad luck so much as self-sabotage. It has been a problem his whole life. When given the choice between the high road and the easy shot, he invariably errs on the side of unwisdom.
By CK Henson Hayes3 years ago in Fiction
Casey’s Run
Sneakers pounding on pavement and their own harsh breathing was all Casey could hear as they darted between back alleys. They knew that they had been seen, and it only took a few minutes for The Rozzers to respond to a theft, especially if it was an outsider like Casey. The Elites didn’t care about what was being taken from them, just that what they had stolen from the people was being taken back. Casey didn’t regret it though, because being shot and killed was better than starving to death anyway, in their opinion. They had seen what wasting away does to people, what it did to their mom. The weight of the canned food in their backpack meant little if they could stave off the hunger for just a few more days.
By Adrian Perkins3 years ago in Fiction
Dateline: BUREAU VERITAS Industrial Revolution Party (IRP) News Bulletin
It was to damn early in the morning to be this optimistic, after all, the world was falling apart. Or blowing up. Either way, the news reports were wrong – the earth was not okay. Just Party propaganda. Their version of events - I had to get the hell out of here.
By CURT TRUMAN3 years ago in Fiction
By Dawn
This trip is longer than the last one was. Or maybe I forgot how it was before. That was years ago. I thought we’d stay with the Kraft Tribe forever. I should have known someone would take us eventually, the way Fernan and the others took us from the Deltas. As with that journey, I cannot see to tell: shielded in this cart with its high plank walls. To protect us, they say. But to keep us in, too.
By Kate Phillips3 years ago in Fiction
We Are Awake
One of the giant, black towers comes up above the treeline, dark as a finger of coal and riding up to the clouds in the corner of the man’s eye—a phantom—but he focuses on the deer at the end of his ironsights. Right now there is a headwind, so the animal can’t smell him, and it can’t see him either because it is busy eating mushrooms.
By Logan Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 5: Arts, Crafts, and Illiteracy in the Modern Age
The red spray paint bled down the side of the barn. Nov 3. Heading S to Eden. Mommy loves y The can fizzled in my hand. I shook it hard; the ball inside rattled, tick-shp tick-shp, like a psychotic hitting his head against prison bars. I finished the "ou" as the last bit of paint dribbled out onto my finger. I threw the can down into the mud, furious. I was down to my last one.
By Gabe Cassala3 years ago in Fiction
The Walk
It was a hot summer day; Joe had just worked an 11-hour day and was on his way home. A week away from the one-year anniversary of his wife’s death, he was going to stop and get his 16-year-old daughter something. He had picked a couple photos and was thinking a locket.
By Matthew Lieburn3 years ago in Fiction