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Good Morning
He entered the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs fills the air, two empty plates sit on the table as a woman sways to a song as she cooks. He approaches her from behind and wraps his arms around her waist. She lets out a tiny scream in shock but quickly settles into his embrace.
Kenneth ReavesPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Fall
It was inevitable, I suppose. For the world as we recognized it to perish. For life with any semblance of normalcy to simply cease to exist. Because for years tensions had gradually increased, threatening to annihilate any false belief we held about our dominant social systems.
Carly HoodPublished 3 years ago in FictionA New Year Disaster
December 30, 2029 ‘What a fucking decade,’ I think to myself. I can’t believe I survived a couple global pandemics, extreme weather, mass shootings and war. Honestly, after I caught COVID in undergrad, I thought I was out for the count, but then I met her, my fiancée Elaine. Her beautiful tanned skin and loose light brown curls make my heart sing. It makes me wonder what she sees in my pasty white ass, but nevertheless she’s mine. We’ve hit a bit of a rough patch but hopefully she will come with me to my friend’s New Year’s party tomorrow.
Amanda MillsPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Red Locket
My name is Joseph and I was a part of the second generation of colonists on Orion, we were called the Tatski Hara. I’m writing this from the heart of the Tyran Forest, in one of the Tatski Hara’s tree-bases. One of the medics suggested I write about what happened in order to handle my PTSD, so why not start at the beginning?
Connor RillingPublished 3 years ago in FictionRebirth
Rebirth A healthy mind does not ponder whether a current day is its last. Even if one lives like it, one does not truly think of the possibility; the real chance of the end of their continuity is not measurable. Every second is a gamble, every moment another step into uncertainty. Each of us were dedicated to our singular way of life, whatever it may have been. Some chose to follow their careers, some focused on building a family and setting loose upon the world a new generation. Some prefered the evolution of their education, while others simply existed, unmoving. Most didn’t think of everything they’ve worked hard for being torn away. The majority of people didn’t ponder whether their family would be ruined overnight. It was incredibly easy to put the thought of individual expiration into an after-thought; to shove it into a mental lockbox never or only rarely to be opened.
Gabrien SummersPublished 3 years ago in FictionZig Zag #7
Planes, Trains and Automobiles. There seems to be a pattern developing as I tell my stories from my Zig Zag life: Transportation and Travel.
Kathleen MajorskyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Heart of a Nightmare
I gripped at the air in the empty dip of my collarbone, she was supposed to signal by now. She knows the rules, and she’s never faltered before. Flick the lights twice before sunset, so I know she’s safe and won’t be wandering home after dark. Escorted by the General and his walking-Dead cavalry or not, it doesn’t matter. Jesse and I call the dead horses he controls, “Nightmares,” and she, being the English major, came up with it long before she caught the General’s eye.
Jordan MoodyPublished 3 years ago in FictionGoing Home
There is so little that is left now to remind us of what once was. There was no grand event that ended civilization like there was in the movies we once watched. No atom bomb, no invading force, no disease that wiped us out. No, instead it was just us and our endless, selfish desires.
Caileigh PettiferPublished 3 years ago in FictionCries Of The Barn Owl
He watched as smoke twirled upward from the glowing tip of his cigarette, twisting and turning against the silhouette of tall chestnuts that lined the back of his garden. He filled his lungs with the rich, heavy warmth of tobacco and exhaled a large cloud, swallowing up the spiralling streams as they danced toward the night sky.
Gary RagnarssonPublished 3 years ago in FictionCatch It
Part 1: Who Is She? Emmanuel was struggling to keep his footing. It was utter chaos to escape the island. Sirens were ringing, dark heavy smoke filled the air. Liberty had fallen.
Patricia HolkPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Gift from Afar
Meela Hahn was dreaming of food when she was awakened by the day's first three blasts of the toxicity sirens. She wasn't frightened by them any more. They had been a part of her life now for many years and were, in her imagination, loud screams that she pretended were hers.
Brian FreemanPublished 3 years ago in FictionFinding Mr. Wrong (1)
Cambridge, UK - 2012 Sara let out a long sigh that was a mix of resignation and sadness. ..mostly sadness. ‘I don’t get it. I just don’t get it. How does someone put that much effort into things and then just…I mean someone with a job like his. Like, you know, he literally saves lives, works 23 hour shifts and he woud still make time to come over and go out with me knowing full well he would have to get up at six a.m.the next morning for work.’
Ashley SomogyiPublished 3 years ago in Fiction