Fantasy
Tarnished By Sin
My name is Diavol. I am a smoke devil, which is a caste of daemon that resides in the house of Lust within Pandemonium, or, as humans knew it better, Hell. Following the fall of man from the home he once called Earth, I have been tasked to document our glorious victory over this world. Frankly, I love this kind of work, being an amateur archaeologist of all things. We would have documented it at the time, but we daemons were busy laying waste to the world, now that man had wilfully allowed us passage to it.
Clive EwersPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe First King Of Shintara
The First King of Shantaria By : *Karlton A. Armistad Created : June 2021.
Andrew LittlePublished 3 years ago in Fiction'EPILOGUE' TO DOOMSDAY
Chapters 1-10 can be found in book 1, 'Prologue to Doomsday'. Chapter 11 There are now six of us. Our friends, Jeth, Tara and Binq are loyal and fierce. Together we are prepared for this challenging quest ahead of us.
Novel AllenPublished 3 years ago in FictionUprising
Josie gazed at the building that stood ahead of her. Her excitement twitched to get inside and look around, but she kept her feet firm for a little longer, giving her eyes time to take in the beauty of the building. This was her favourite thing about life; finding these fascinating abandoned buildings, exploring their secrets and wondering about what they once were. This one was tall, built with sand colored stones of different shapes and sizes. There was no door left in the door frame, and there were open holes half way up the walls, but the ceiling remained intact. When she'd taken in all she could from the outside, she began the short walk towards the entrance, giddiness dancing in her tummy as she approached the stone steps leading into the building.
Katie ThompsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionAchromatic Doomsday
2030 The wind gently brushed Roden's hair back as he walked through the dense forest, his footsteps crunching in rhythm with the woodland wildlife. His gaze drifted from tree to tree - not searching, but merely acknowledging. As he wandered down the winding path, he passed by a remnant of the life before; a single traffic light post, wrapped in vines and sprouting grass from its various orifices. As his eyes ventured up the post, an ornate and friendly bird landed on the post and chirped at him.
Thomas SamohtPublished 3 years ago in FictionUNCHAINED
Let me introduce myself my name is Emily, I have been sent here by the secret society I belong to. We are a group of people who survived the apocalypse and the Civil War. Some of you may not want to know what the new world is like. I am here to tell you what happened after the civil war. I completely understand, you may want to stop reading this now. For I am going to tell you exactly what the world has to look forward to. I am from the year 2093. I have traveled backwards in time to deliver this message.
Adriane KirbyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Siege
Someone has been after me for a while now. It’s getting closer. I can feel it. I try not to look over my shoulder at every noise. I don’t want them to know that I know. I am aware.
Diamonds Are Forever
One day a news review came across on the news cell phone which is about 12 inches but light to carry. When people call in their face automatically comes up. All the cars are flying, and normal roads no longer exist. All the cars are self -driving cars. You see people running everywhere and all are in search of a Diamond locket. The one that everyone is looking for is covered with diamonds and all begin to order on Amazon. Thousands are delivered. News gives breaking news that the winner Locket has the inscription Sawa. The person who receives that diamond locket with the Sawa will be air ubered to FBI headquarters. Next you see a clock with the time midnight and all types of fireworks began to explode. In the FBI office you see list of social security number and names. This is doomsday and the diamond locket that said Sawa, also had a code that had to be uttered. Only those who could utter those words exactly could be transported to a secret island for survival. Thousands crowded and shouted, La Survive Til Sawa arrives. Many began to chant these words. You see many being loaded on a big boat. Then they began tattooing each as they boarded the boat. The tattoos were just the letter L with a number to follow. The L standing for Life survival patriot. While on the boat a vault is opened, and many raw diamonds are there. FBI confirms the Sawa Diamond Locket. The survivors are told not only must they be tattooed but each have a diamond burnt into them skin. This is dooms day and to survive they had to get the tattoo and have the diamond burnt into their skin. There is a large tv screen and they watch as the rest of the humans on the earth are screaming and running, many are falling to their death. You see many breaking into jewelry stores looking for single diamonds. The news alert is that diamonds can maybe save a person from death. What happens next is shocking. News alert are sent, and families are separated. Tears are flowing and people seem confused. Only those with money and diamonds would survive. The Sawa message was posted but they also had to make 200,000 per year or more or they were not contacted to be on the survival list. Look back at the posting at the FBI and the list incudes what kind of job or education they have. Not all were allowed to come and even see the diamond at the survival camp. One man who was there said he had a recent stroke, they quickly threw him overboard he did not survive doomsday. There were so many diamonds and then you see thousands of lockets with the Sawa inside. All the survivors are set up in very modern dwelling. Everything was white as snow and next they take off in white flying cars. They survived doomsday. This is 2036 so everything is modern. At the FBI the screen looks like a video game. The numbers are all over the place and minimum salaries show up with names and photos. The rest of humanity they did not make it. There was a lot of lighten and building were just exploding. No one could explain what was really happening. Diamond is very beautiful stone and the shine can blind the eye. This diamond opened the way for the survival of the class of people who reached out and purchased a Locket. When they went on sale the ad read, order a diamond locket today, it might save your Life.
Wanda B HenryPublished 3 years ago in FictionDear Diary...
Dear Diary… 2025/06/18 Should it be dear? I mean, I just started this ridiculous journal – I really don’t know you very well. So…Hey Diary.
Heather KnightenPublished 3 years ago in FictionPROLOGUE "DOOMSDAY"
I GINGERELY TOUCHED THE SMALL BLACK JEWELERY POUCH CONCEALED UNDER MY SHIRT. IT WAS STRAPPED TO MY WAIST BY THE MONEY BELT MY MOTHER HAD PRESSED INTO MY HANDS AS THE TIME CAME FOR US TO LEAVE OUR PARENTS BEHIND.
Novel AllenPublished 3 years ago in FictionPromise.
The fate of the world was strung onto a thin metal chain and tucked away in my robes. As the only surviving heirs of our line my sister and I each had a piece to guard; a solemn vow to protect the world re-shaped by humanity. Years ago our world was nearly desolated by pollution and greed; people were killing the one thing that could supply them with everything they needed. It probably would have continued on this way had people of the old faiths not intervened. The Oracles could feel the cry of the dying planet and felt the wrath of the old Gods bludgeoning through their veins. Notwithstanding the pain of their world they summoned as much of the magicks as they could and forced the human world and the unseen world to merge as one. Pure chaos can only describe what happened after that; whether this was their original intention or not its tremendous outpouring of energy sent shockwaves through the Earth. The ground erupted towering trees that pierced through homes and rose into the sky. People fell to their deaths as the houses fell apart and debris crashed down to the earth destroying streets and squashing unsuspecting people as everyone stared on in horror and awe. Places of unimaginable wealth and thievery burned to ash and towering skyscrapers fell to dust as the earth took back what should have been hers. Concrete and glass in clever displays of alchemy reverted to sand plummeting story after story ‘till nothing was left and people either crawled out or suffocated. The devastation of populated areas sent governments into overhaul as they tried to find some sort of recompense to get the Oracles to stop, but this only angered the old Gods further.
Victoria R MuellerPublished 3 years ago in FictionBurn Baby Burn
Burn Baby Burn Of course history repeats itself. Apparently those genetically endowed with the ability to see and understand this are seldom in a position to do anything about it. “Some history is so egregious that under no circumstance should it ever be allowed to happen again,“ Berry thought to herself, as the blistering heat from the bonfire of burning books threatened her and the cheers from the buffoons who were gleefully feeding the flames with texts and novels rang in her ears.
Cleve TaylorPublished 3 years ago in Fiction