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Episode #36 Continuing through to the Chinese Voices you are hearing...
“So, you are saying that all those stories of Chinese immigrants living underground in tunnels, our parents use to talk about were true?” Jordan calmly answers, “Yes I remember those stories, they were horrific! I still can’t imagine being banned from Canada. Doesn’t seem like that is what our country stands for.”
By Susan McGill3 years ago in Fiction
A Vampire's Life - Part 3
January 1st, 1603 His feet pounded along the cobblestones of London's streets, running at the fastest pace he could manage. Scrimshaw had sent him on an errand; a delivery of money as payment for something or other. Bastian knew not what the ancient-looking man had bought, nor did he especially care. The white-haired old bugger had not taught him a single thing in terms of combat. He had taught him useful skills – reading, writing, how to speak (in an attempt to stomp out his accent), and some arithmetic – but those were only taught to him so he could perform the basic duties with which he was entrusted.
By Bastian Falkenrath3 years ago in Fiction
The Veiled
CHAPTER ONE “I’m doing the best I can, alright,” I shouted at my parents as I slip on my work shoes to get ready for work. The shoes were worn down from the walking throughout the day into the night from having two jobs. “I know it’s impossible to try and save a little money to buy my own car, but I want something of my own for once.”
By Mirinda Acosta3 years ago in Fiction
Middlebroke
Dr. Betty say I should write down what happened so I dont flip the hell out and be a mess the rest of my life. She say if I dont do something with all the stuff I feel then I might do bad things when I get older cause I aint never seen nothing else but bad things and dont know no better. She aint say it like that but thats how she meant it.
By Monique Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
Summer on the Horizon
This series begins with Lockets Full of Instructions. This story takes place shortly after the events of Hunting Upstream. It's nice being the one on a bike. Sure, the others are going to see more action, and they aren't going as far, but they have to walk with all their gear. Me? I get to ride a bike through the rolling hills of Texas while a cool evening breeze lifts the hair from my shoulders and caresses my neck like a delicate lover. It would be perfect if I weren't heading straight into enemy territory.
By John Dodge3 years ago in Fiction
Rayen
The early afternoon sun blazes down on the asphalt on the Don Valley Parkway, or what used to be the highway before The Great Devastation, a world barely familiar to Rayen now. The highway, which was once surrounded by lush forest, is now barren as if she was walking along a Nevada road devastated by fires and drought. To her surprise, she sees tiny new growth and hopes that the rumors that rains have returned to the city are true, or else this mission was for nothing. Rayen has been walking for days, scouring the abandoned rusted cars, searching for anything edible left behind. Sweat drips down from her brown curly hair as she brushes her forehead with her hand. She thinks about stopping, finding shade and relief from the heat, but she knows she’s close to the city, to Toronto, the place she once called home.
By Sarah Kymberlee3 years ago in Fiction
Tyranny
The life we once knew was no more! The Upper Crest regime had taken the lives of most of our friends who refused to live life on its terms and those who were taken into captivity went through volatile processing. I remember hearing Johnathan speak of it with such revulsion. He told me that the peoples' shoes were replaced with metal boots, which made it hard, if not impossible to run. And if you thought of running, Upper Crest guards would, at the push of a button, send 2000 volts of electric shock through your body...by way of those damned metal boots! The thought of it all really pissed me off!
By Nakia Palmer3 years ago in Fiction
Unfulfilled Promise
The year is 2153, and the earth has become a mutated wasteland where humans can barely survive. Most of the big cities lay in ruins, most overrun by vegetation, some of it, very deadly to the humans that have survived in this world. How did the world end up like this you ask, about 5 years ago, a meteor broke apart while entering the planet’s atmosphere and when the pieces hit ground, well, let’s just say that the black sludge that poured out was a very bad thing. If you think large man-eating plants is bad, well, that is nothing compared to what the black sludge did to the people it came into contact with, it changed them into brainless, blood thirsty, animals. These creatures have no conscience and will kill anything and anyone, I should know, my wife was killed by her own brother after he came into contact with that crap. After killing her, he still had enough intelligence to run for his life. So, I have been tracking him for the last 2 years to avenge her and put him out of his misery. My name is Jackson Riker. In this day and age, most people now live in walled off cities for protection, but, a very brave few still travel the world. Some, like me, do it for revenge on the creatures that took our loved ones, some fools actually do it thinking that it makes them heroic, as if by traveling the world they can take it back from these creatures. That’s not the case. Seen too many good people die from thinking along those lines, but, most people would call me insane, stupid, or say I have a death wish, and in truth, they may be right, I just might be all those things and more. Anyway, I tracked my brother-in-law to what remains of the World Trade Center in the Ruins of New York City. Been searching the place real carefully, cause those beasts like to hide in ruins like this. I have spent the last two hours going through the place, searching rooms, some cases killing some creatures taking refuge in this old place, but, this last room, an office of some type of big shot if I had to guess, has something very peculiar in it. I have found a body, in which the chest has been opened, with claws and teeth by the looks, and the organs on the inside be missing. That’s not the most interesting part, though, the man was grasping a heart-shaped locket and a letter. The letter reads this:
By Joseph white3 years ago in Fiction