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Just 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 FictionHeart-Shaped Box
Of all the things I could have remembered, there's just this one memory of her that plays on repeat in my dreams. I was looking up at her, and her pale blonde hair, streaked with mud, flowed out behind her as the wind blew. I remember her weathered boots with frayed laces, and the dusty, grey trench coat with splatters of blood on the sleeves; sleeves that were too long for her because it was our father's trench coat, our father's blood. Although she smiled at me, I could tell from the look in her eyes, that this would be the last time I saw her. Her friend and our charismatic leader, Myoko, rested a hand on her shoulder, and gave me a sad smile. "Treven, it's time. It's now or never." I jumped up and ran into Trevin's arms. "Don't go," I cried. "Who's going to play battle boats with me?" Myoko gave us a moment alone. "Teach Kai how to play. I bet she would love to play with you, and before you know it, we'll be together again." I squeezed her tighter. "I don't want to. She's annoying," I whined. "Hey, don't say that. Give her a chance. You, and Celeste are all she's got."
Sia MorrisPublished 3 years ago in FictionJust Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 19
Hours or possibly just minutes later, I hear people talking outside the door to my room. Ruth’s voice carries, even at a whisper, but the other two, men as far as I can tell, have low voices that blur in the chamber of the hallway.
Megan ClancyPublished 3 years ago in FictionBurying the Plague
Death is no stranger to me. To the few that remain after The Noxious Plague decimated the world’s population, Death has been an unwelcome friend.
S. M. RisdonPublished 3 years ago in FictionFrom the Ashes
“I still believe in love,” The face shield of my gas mask was covered in scratches, rendered almost useless from the ash, when I found that abandoned convenience store. The thin man had been inside, hacking whatever dry phlegm he could clear from his lungs into a “Let It Burn” t-shirt he seemed to have found in the store.
Nancy GwillymPublished 3 years ago in FictionWho was Uncle Ranny?
"We are who we are, and that's all we'll ever be." That's what Ronald Baker use to say. Back then, I didn't know much about him, except that we kids called him Uncle Ranny.
Tahirah WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FictionUnrequited
There is nothing sadder than tricking yourself into believing something that isn't real and I did just that for the past three years. I let him fill my head with stories of his life that made me feel like I was the closest person he had.
Lewinski LopezPublished 3 years ago in Fiction