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Episode #31 Up for a Challenge
You and Jordon alone jump at a chance to make 50 dollars by staying in the very room the caretaker once slept in. What better and easier way to make extra cash for the week. You don’t really think mush about how he was the one who gathered dead bodies at night to move into the crawl space right next to this very room in when first settling in.
By Susan McGill3 years ago in Fiction
Episode #44 Standing on Driveway admiring the view
Standing on main driveway of hospital, you scan the main area grounds around you, smiling, “Hey Jordan, I really can’t get over how wonderful of a scenery it is on this old Haunted Hospital grounds. It just amazes me how much work was put into making this place.” “I must completely agree. I don’t think I have ever seen trees like those ones.” Pointing around the far side of the hospital.”
By Susan McGill3 years ago in Fiction
The Key
The year 2056 marked the end of World War 3 leaving the world decimated. The cataclysmic events severely accelerated climate conditions causing unpredictable, inclement weather patterns. As Earth falls off its axis, 70% of the world’s oceans evaporate, receding towards the polar caps leaving middle earth barren and scorched by acidic rain. Over two thirds of the world’s population succumbed to the harsh climate changes as the remaining survivors fled underground.
By Lisa Thorne3 years ago in Fiction
Special Delivery
"Looks like our courier down there, Miss,." came from one of the sentries she'd hired for this quick job. Regan Fortune roused from her half consciousness. When you were out in the Badlands you never truly slept. Even when you had three toughs with you, all loaded for bear. Should probably change that expression to be "loaded for Rad-Bears".
By RJ Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
The Warden's Heart
It began with the sound of a droning buzz in the heart of a barren desert. Something beneath the earth’s surface was beginning to wake up. Billions upon billions of dormant insects crawled up through the sand. They swarmed under the hot sun; and turned the blue sky to black. They travelled fast and across huge distances with a persistent need for vegetation. They travelled like an air born virus and laid pools of eggs, hatching within hours. Within months, they had crossed cities, oceans, and countries and raped lands of all the things we need. Humans, plundered and starved faced challenges of law, order and survival. Soon, the people with all the power began to create what would to be called The New Laws.
By Eva Matheson3 years ago in Fiction
Unsung
PROLOGUE No one ever told me that life was easy. I was always told, "Work hard. Pay your bills. Keep up with the Kardashians!" Lol, and that's the funny shit...the more depressing thought though is...No! No, I won't get into that. However, now I find myself in a complicated situation...I have this thing, this object that could literally kill you, if you are not already dead, mind you...
By Rebecca Cantu3 years ago in Fiction
My Lonely World
I never felt like very important. Being 27 year old non-binary person; yes that means I use they and them pronouns, so just deal with it. Even with my whole world and career being a writer for a science fiction company; I never thought the world would become similar to one of my books.
By Eddie Rodgers3 years ago in Fiction
Diary Entry #1
Dear Diary, It feels strange writing “dear diary” as though I have some sort of sense of endearment towards the documentation of my thoughts. It feels child-like, as though I’m writing to an imaginary friend. Academically, I don’t look down on what others might consider child-like or immature, but it still feels off to me, it feels like a misrepresentation of who I am, which seems to contradict the purpose of self-documentation, being to accurately express oneself with pen and paper. Perhaps there is an alternative to writing “dear diary” at the start of a diary entry, but I wouldn’t know what that alternative might be.
By Brian Ayers3 years ago in Fiction
Something Domestic
ITS MONDAY EVENING and your girl is finally off work. That open mic night won’t be seeing me. Sometimes you just have to say no and liberate your time spent to be focused on you and that's exactly what I plan to do, which is NOTHING. I quickly sign out of my computer and quietly rush my behind toward the elevators. There are four of them, yet sadly, two of them seem to only run during specific times of the day: kind of sketchy if you really think about it. I push the down arrow to call for my silver chariot to whisk me away from this glass dungeon we call a building. Ding! The elevator doors slide open immediately and alert the whole floor that I’m leaving ten minutes earlier than I should be. I scan my surroundings to make sure I’m in the clear then enter and press the button forty-two times to quickly descend down to the garage. Shower, eat, meditate, rest – sounds like my type of night! The random stranger shuffles in the corner of the elevator causing me to jump in surprise. We make awkward eye contact and nod in salutation. Shit, was I speaking out loud? Was he there the whole time? My cheeks get warm and I try to shake the embarrassment that probably only exists in my mind. I’m lifted from my thoughts by the blaring ringtone coming from my bag. I begin to look for it inside the disorganization and hit the first button I can feel to silence it. The doors slide open again and I’m out. I make my way to the car and pull out of the garage remembering I need to pick up a few things to eat tonight.
By Jasmine Harness3 years ago in Fiction