Love
I'm Here
It's been so long since I've seen colors; the blue sky, birds, trees, smelled a flower or felt human touch, but I remember you as though it was yesterday. Your smile and the way your eyes crinkled, your one dimple that would appear as your eyes all but closed when you'd walk toward me grinning from ear to ear. Your beautiful brown skin, so soft it felt like heaven, so warm, so smooth, tattoos adorning both your arms, never quite completed, but still a part of you. Your voice, nurturing, low and soft always comforted me.
By Celeste Barbier3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Pilgrimage
The small notebook seemed to weigh heavier on him every day. Maybe it was the weight of the tale scrawled on its pages. Maybe it was the weight of the new bookmark and what it meant. Maybe every insignificant weight felt an immovable burden to him now. It didn’t matter much; it’d be the last night he wrote in it anyways.
By Alex Widovic3 years ago in Fiction
My Sisters Protection
“Where are all the children?” The entire world wanted to know. All I can remember is waking up in a room with bright lights on the ceiling, and digital file folders on the walls. I had never seen anything like it. I could not remember my name, but somehow, I knew I had one. Subject 710, is what they called me. I was strapped to a bed. All kinds of test and experiments were done on me. I could tell by the precise incisions all over my body. We slept in rooms with about 20 people and 20 beds separated by glass. There was a girl about my age, and we would communicate with our eyes. We all had this ability. She told me she was lost, and so was I. Our memories haunted us with sadness.
By Brittany Fuller3 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday
Savannah had been watching one of The Real Housewives shows when the television automatically switched to the breaking news broadcast. She dropped her mug which was filled with black coffee. She hadn’t even heard the glass break, only the ringing in her ears. The announcement was simply that it was the end of the world.
By Mackenzie Waldron3 years ago in Fiction
From what binds us.
To my beloved Ariel, It’s been three lonely years and my heart aches for you. I never stopped looking for you. Jennifer from the Briar colony gathered a plenty of volunteers to search the badlands. But alas, to no avail. Our homestead is still untouched… for now. I was given word that the spineless tyrant Leo from Cyro is moving his men south in search of more towns to pillage, and women to claim for himself. The Briar colonists are moving west over Janson river in order to miss the raids. They’re ill-equipped to deter them, much less to advance..
By AM Ghandour 3 years ago in Fiction
Relentless Search
It has been years since I last saw the sun without the constant dust clouds covering it. If it were not for my own reflection of my eyes, I think I would have forgotten what the color green looked like. I remember these hills of Texas when I was a kid with my mom, rolling green pastures are now bare and dust, burned by the sun and no one keeping them going. I remember my former life as I drink and splash water on my face. They used to be beautiful before the world went to hell. I am glad my mom was gone before we came back here, she would be heartbroken to see the world her beloved hill country has become. “Kady, come on!” Lark’s voice intrudes on my memories. I look up at my best friend. Lark is not very tall, but her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail with her bright blue eyes shining with mischief, but she is fast, and her size will mislead anyone who comes against us. She keeps me going.
By Kandice Weger-Herrera3 years ago in Fiction
The Real Never-Ending Saga
“Evil lies within the power to give peace”. It was the most unusual of engravings Alex had seen in his 39 years of appraising fine jewelry. There was no stamp, yet it was definitely gold, the purest he had seen, possibly the oldest he had seen. Consulting the items’ intake form, the owner a man named Don Abad, had warned in the comments that, under no circumstance, was he to open the attached locket. This, however, seemed remissible to his duty, he had to at least check for a quality stamp or some evidence of source. After perusing every link of the remarkably unblemished, yet ancient chain, he gave into his curiosity. Superstitions, he premised, are just superstitions.
By Michael Ballard3 years ago in Fiction
The Sun Always Follows the Storm
Traffic was steady on I-75 North. It was a brisk spring day in northern Michigan. Naomi was about thirty minutes from the Mackinaw bridge. This would be the entry way for her new life. The doorway open to be able find herself again, while the other shutting out the suffering of her past. Her hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight, her knuckles started to swell. She couldn’t help thinking if she was making the right decision. Naomi was pandering the same thought the whole entire eight-hour trip. Is it worth to drop everything to start over again? And there it was, the bridge. As soon as she laid eyes on it, she knew it was her only hope for an escape.
By Taylor Isler3 years ago in Fiction
Electric
Jessica was living in two worlds. The world in her head become the place of utopia-the world around her apocalyptic. As the reality of existence was at a turning point she remained optimistic in the hope of finding her soul. It had been taken from her, in a just small encounter, it was stolen. She had but just a small heart-shaped locket to replace it.
By Sarah Cardilini3 years ago in Fiction