Fantasy
The Forgotten Word
Suddenly everything started collapsing. Thousands and thousands of people were stampeding. I had no idea what was going on. It appeared to me that the world was coming to an end. The nature seemed extremely wrathful. People were running in all directions. I asked, “What’s happening?” They said, “The world is coming to an end. We all have been cursed to forget a word that can stop this destruction.” I wonder what they were saying. Soon I realized that I also had forgotten a word but it was just an intuition that there’s something I needed to remember. I couldn’t figure out what I had forgotten. For a moment it felt like I was watching a movie where they show everything collapsing. I began to wail as soon as I realized that it was happening in real life. My mind went blank, with no sign of being conscious of what was going on. I just cried and cried.
By Victorious V3 years ago in Fiction
The Ziggurat
I woke to the sound of a hard rain taping on the old tin roof. As I opened my weary eyes, I could barely make out the hazy light coming from the window it was as if the entire room were a brown, orange blur. I reached for my glasses on the nightstand and placed them on my aged face. Perhaps the blur was better I thought as I could now see all that the eerie brown, orange light did reveal. I should by now be used to my dank and dilapidated surroundings still each day the sight fills me with a new sense of despair. As I rose to my feet and walked to the window, I saw the yellow rain running down the pain and seeping through the cracks the sulfurous reek assailed my nostrils. As I peered out the weathered glass, I could see the rain was lifting the sky was clearing somewhat though the heavy rust-colored clouds remained. As I continued to look out, I observed the bleak landscape dotted with many small shacks like my own each containing a mournful soul or perhaps an entire brood in anguish. What the hell happened it was not supposed to be this way. All the technology and machines were supposed to bring us into a perfect state of existence. It was all intended to give us harmony with nature and free us to pursue intellectual greatness how did it go so wrong? I turned from the window and made my way to the small kitchen and living space (one of three rooms in each tiny abode) and there I sat at the small table pondering what was meant to be asking myself why? It was supposed to bring peace and prosperity and it lead us to war It was going to be a world of good health and longevity and that damn thing brought us plague and misery why? I must be careful it can sense our thoughts if it wants to. I reached for an old jewelry box in the center of the table opened it and took out the last thing I truly cherished in this lost world I held the memento in my hand a heart-shaped locket of gold. As I opened it and gazed upon the photo of my beloved wife Sarah the words, I must be careful echoed in my mind. I closed my eyes and searched deep in my soul for the memory of a happy time.
By Keith Emery3 years ago in Fiction
The Founding of the World and the Creation of Akanía
Long before recorded time nothing was that exists as it does now. The entire world of being was contained in only one thing: darkness. The darkness of the sky could not be distinguished from the darkness of the sea. All appeared as one. Nothing dwelled in the world. However, there did exist two uncreated and unchanging beings. One dwelt above the darkness of the sky, the other dwelt below the darkness of the sea. They were brothers. The one above the sky was called Cellístus and the one below the sea was known as Marrístus. They coexisted but never involved themselves in each other’s affairs.
By Samuel Whittaker3 years ago in Fiction
The Emerald Locket
The city is starting to become dark as the sun had been hidden by the tall building for just over an hour. The neon lights and holographs are the only thing lighting up the garbage covered street and alleys. The sound of rats fighting over some food can be heard with distant gunshots echoing against the metal walls of the high rise buildings and apartments. The rare beam of sunlight reflecting off a satellite dish atop one of the towers bringing the only natural sunlight that can be found when the sun is not at its highest. Life is hard in the city. But that is where everybody lives now. Jobs are few and far between. The land doesn't grow produce like it used to in the past. Amongst the doorways and alleyways people are standing around smoking, talking, just trying to enjoy the few hours of light the sun offers. Their skin pale and clothes worn due to the high poverty in the lower levels of the city with a locket around their neck. Each locket different from the other as they are the identification of the person, they will tell everything about who you are, who your family is, your social status, as well as your job. Most everybody has a weapon of some kind as crime has become more and more rampant.
By Justin Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian
She stopped, clutching the heart shaped locket to her chest as she looked for the best escape route. Behind her she could hear the sirens and people screaming; trying to find her. The locket hummed in her hand as she scaled the side of a small tool shed and dropped to find a small enclave of abandoned wood and bricks.
By A. L. Benware3 years ago in Fiction
The Nothingness
Why is it so cold? Why can't I feel my limbs? My body is filled with aches and cracks radiating constantly through my entire body . The pain is inescapable as though I'm lying on thousands of thousands glass shards. Each one digging deeper and deeper until I gasp from pain but the cold air chills my breath soon as I release. Even the cold air filling my lungs feels thick and prickly.
By Tanique Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
The Curse
There once was a princess, called Tabatha who lived in a beautiful castle in the North of Fairy Kingdom. She had everything, she could ever wish for, except a sister. So, her mother decided to give birth to another child in order for Tabatha to always have a friend in life. Her mother had trouble falling pregnant, so she went to the old witch doctor in the south side of town and asked for a tonic to help her conceive a child. The old witch doctor, said I need something in return for creating life, for life comes with a high cost. You have to promise to give me your eldest daughter’s hand in marriage.
By Melissa Meintjes 3 years ago in Fiction
After the Fall
It starts with a golden ball. A smallish sphere. A dance in an opulent room. Of course, the ball isn’t actual gold, probably steel with gold paint. I can even see silver flecks sprinkled and shining across its surface where the paint has worn away. And the dance isn’t really a dance, but a glittering farce. Not very impressive, but it’s important to me.
By Mikyn Fullmer3 years ago in Fiction