Fantasy
Trapped
My mother used to take me to the aquarium for my birthday every year, sometimes we would even travel to find the biggest and best ones we could. Today is my birthday. I'm twenty-five now, my mother passed away late last year, but tradition is tradition. A friend of mine sent me an article about a month ago that she'd found online, it talked about a brand new aquarium that was opening it's doors just an hours drive away from our little town. The description talked about getting to be a part of a never before seen exhibit, of course they all said that, but for some reason the article left me with a curiosity I couldn't shake.
By Sorin Winters4 years ago in Fiction
Eli's Project
Dee got back in her car and then turned left out of the shipyard. The Park was less than ½ mile down Middle Harbor Rd, on the left. As soon as she turned out of the Shipyard, she saw all the flashing lights. The metal bar gate, with its PARK CLOSED sign, was blocking the entrance drive, but an OPD officer was standing there to let official vehicles in and out. From the gate, Dee could see half a dozen squad cars, Sgt. Collins SUV and the Coroner van all parked on the paved circle around the huge metal pole that was the Oakland Mast. The Park Rangers were even here to close down the Park from the public until the Crime Scene could be processed. The main piece of equipment present was the huge firetruck, parked in the grass directly in front of the Mast, with its ladder fully extended. A large white sheet hanging from the end of the ladder blocked whatever was on the top of the mast from view. On the other side of the paved circle, there was a Parks and Rec bucket truck, and she could just make out the slim form of Sundae's partner Mike Rollo, in the bucket up there to the left of the giant sheet. She assumed he was up there snapping pictures and taking samples. Dee pulled into the small parking lot nearby, got out, and walked over to where the Alameda County Coroner, Dr. Harperson, and her boss, Sgt. Collins was standing on the paved circle, necks craned back, intently watching whatever was going on up there behind the sheet.
By Angela Mabry4 years ago in Fiction
Riyah’s Song
Riyah twisted in front of the floor-length mirror, admiring the inky black dress. The sleeveless satin bodice hugged her torso while the long skirt billowed around her. Her 3-D printed pistol loaded with silver bullets and a silver knife were strapped to her leg, hidden beneath the heavy material. A Kevlar layer in the bodice and an underskirt designed to deceive a metal detector added to the weight. A pair of black stilettos finished off the outfit.
By Natalie Demoss4 years ago in Fiction
With the Sun
Colter awoke to the distinct feeling of something gently nibbling on his left ear. His eyes cracked apart, dried blood caked in his eyelashes and down one side of his face, his chest and back feeling like he’d lost a game of chicken with a steam engine. Clear blue sky filled his vision, blurry in the harsh sun. He took a deep, rattling breath, and coughed. The sunlight became kinder to his eyes, and the coyote that had been sampling him took a few gentle steps back.
By Timothy J. Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
Undine
I don't know if fish can get depressed but I've seen enough of them to believe they can. An aquarium is supposed to dazzle and delight and bring wonders from the unknown into our earthen realm. These fish and mammals are not arriving under the best circumstances though. With each newcomer, there is an energy that is being corrupted and corroded. This place isn't where they are supposed to be. My aquarium is the final resting place for most of them now. I hope divine intervention occurs or else these creatures will not survive whatever is coming...........
By Anna Torres4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Scales
My story begins thousands of years ago, long before dragons and humans tolerated and worked with each other. It's a tale of hardship, friendship, magic, and death. Many people don't believe the facts of this account, but believe me when I say, it is every bit the truth.
By ABIGAIL G. YOHN4 years ago in Fiction
