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Project Anubis
There is an order to this delicate, vast yet small world. To some it is justice, vengeance, kindness. To others it’s all about money, power, conquest. Some seek out order through chaos and violence, and pain. And for others it is something entirely different. Whatever it may be, order is something that runs this home planet we call Earth. It is innate for mankind to seek guidance, to find a leader, a ruler. Over millennia gods and devils, heroes and villains, emperors and dictators have risen and crumbled.
Living Dead Girl
We are not crazy. You want to know how we know that? About a billion tests, a year of daily counseling, at least twenty rounds of various neuropsychological procedures, and constant psychiatric evaluations. But it gets worse, my friend. On the more barbaric end of the spectrum, these bastards took to insulin shock therapy and electroconvulsive therapy to try and treat our apparent schizophrenia. Idiots. We told them it wasn't schizophrenia. We told them we weren't insane. But they didn't believe us. Probably because we speak from the same mouth. Anyway, we're just glad they didn't end up resorting to a fucking lobotomy. That would have totally sucked.
E. M. OttenPublished 3 years ago in FictionCYCLE
Humanity lost the ability of childbearing, a gift granted to all life on this planet. Cursed with eternal reincarnation, we roam the world in different shells. Those who died returned, emerging from random bodies of water. Always the age of ten, and always as someone else. With memories still intact, we continue to live life with infinite second chances.
A. W. KnowlandPublished 3 years ago in FictionDawning of the wolf
It was Mid-September, the sky was very dark purple with a tint of grey. Tiffany was on her normal nightly hike when she met the love of her life Bill.
William JamesPublished 3 years ago in FictionBelow the New Horizon
Day 5 in the Silo: It’s another glorious day underground. The bunker is surprisingly luxurious. The apartments are impeccably decorated, there is a five-star chef cooking for us, we have so many recreation options, even a swimming pool! There are stockpiles of anything you could ask for. It is clean, organized, and efficient. All that is in short supply in the chaotic world above us, is ours in abundance. I’m grateful to our ingenious Elliot for getting us here.
Nancy GwillymPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Hearts Call-Chapter 4
It was getting late and the temperatures were brutal when Jon finally reached a point he needed to stop. He was pushing himself past his limits, trying to stay on the road as long as he was, and could see the sign telling him he was at the other rim of Umatilla. Jon knew there was a military base there. Military bases were built to withstand attacks. He hoped for some sign of civilized life there.
Jason Ray MortonPublished 3 years ago in FictionJust Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 20
The morning sun hits the mountains outside my window. What I thought was beautiful just a day ago is now a harsh reminder of the time that has passed since I last saw Millie. I don’t go downstairs for breakfast. I’m not hungry. I try to imagine wanting food again and my stomach churns in revolt. I feel the sick burn the back of my throat. I don’t need food. I need my daughter.
Megan ClancyPublished 3 years ago in FictionSupernova
I'm forced to wonder this barren planet that was once full of lush forests and seemingly bottomless oceans. All thanks to humanity trying to play god. They almost destroyed earth two centuries ago, until they decided to move to Mars. I knew then Mars was doomed to the fate earth had narrowly avoided, which is the reason I had decided to remain here when my family took the last shuttle to Mars. The terraforming turned out to be to much for that planet. It had gone supernova pushing earth closer to the sun and slowing our rotation to a mere crawl. Half of the earth frozen and the other half set a blaze in the immense heat radiating from the sun.
Zachary LencioniPublished 3 years ago in FictionWhite Eyes
Monday Arunita suddenly woke up from sleep with an acute sensation of thirst. She noticed the time on the table clock, it was 2:35 AM. Her husband Amit was in deep sleep on the other side of the bed. Realizing that she had not kept any bottle of water in the room, she went to the kitchen to drink water. While returning back ,she noticed that the door of her daughter's room was partly open and a fade streak of light was coming out. With surprise, Arunita moved towards that door and pushed it open. She assumed that the table lamp on the study table must be switched on. In that light she could see that her daughter Mithi was not on bed. Thinking that she must have gone to washroom, Arunita was returning back when her eyes caught the study table on the corner of the room. What she saw made her feel extremely surprised. She saw that her daughter Mithi was sitting over the study table and vigorously sketching something with utmost attention. Her curly long hairs covered her entire face and touching the table. Arunita was not ready for seeing something like that at this hour of night. Thinking that Mithi probably was not getting sleep, she asked in a surprised tone "Mithi what are you doing at this time of the night? And why are you sitting over the table ?" As soon as she finished, Mithi slowly turned her head towards her mother. In between her long curly hairs Arunita could see her face. But what she saw at that moment made her shiver. Both eyes of Mithi were completely white. Her face had multiple scars. In an angry and disgusted voice of an adult male, Mithi screamed " What are you doing here at this time. Get out of here. Get out right now!" Out of shock and fear Arunita fell down on floor. She tried to scream but her voice got chocked out of fear.
Avikar BanikPublished 3 years ago in FictionRush
Chapter Three Crash, Bang, Boom A car door slamming outside my window jolts me out of a deep sleep. I get up to peek outside, to see Parker stumbling around to the back of the house. "Subtle" I groan. I make my way downstairs to let him in. When I open the door, Parker falls face first through the doorway. Rolling my eyes, assuming he is drunk, I reach down for him. "Come on Parker, let's get you to bed." He moans a garbled reply, but when I grab his hand it is slick. Then the stench of wet pennies hits my nostrils.
Dominique StedgePublished 3 years ago in FictionRush
Chapter Four All The Drama I wake up to my alarm clock beeping incessantly and smack the snooze button. Last night’s events begin to trickle back to me, but I brush them off as a dream. It’s homecoming day, and I’m late!
Dominique StedgePublished 3 years ago in FictionGeorgina The Great
Please refer to Georgina The Great part one to catch up on the plot. This is not the start of this story, it is continued from the previous post. Thank you so much for your feedback and support.
Elijah DavisPublished 3 years ago in Fiction