Short Story
Day 365
march 5th, 2021- Bonnie, here again, I know normally I write in you at the end of the day, to tell you about all the "wonders" that have happened but today will be like any other day... Lets just get this entry over with... I know assumptions are not the right path to be on but writing the same things day in and day out is starting to seem pointless. This diary seems to of kept me sane thus far, but its helpful effects seem to be wearing off.
Artist For SanityPublished 3 years ago in FictionTwo Hearts
It was a bright, sunny Monday when Rhianna's life changed forever... Rhianna was sitting in class, idly tapping her pencil on her notebook. The clock ticked down the seconds until the end of the day. Why did Mondays always take so loooong??? Finally..
Tamara CarlsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionStorm of Wind and Fire
Day 1 Chaos. Fire. The stench of burning flesh. Ash fills the sky and darkens the world. It remains dark for many days.
Benjamin BrownPublished 3 years ago in FictionHallelujah! Freedom is Come!
It went like this; The ivory towers grew steps, and the lords came down, drugs in their hands and smiles on their faces. They fed us, and they clothed us, and we laughed and loved.
Up from the Depths
The passageways of the Wilmington, Delaware sewer system smelled of decaying plants. With glints of light covered by translucent plastic throughout the place where the insects could not squeeze through, Maury Kindred, 28, ran as fast as he could. Above ground, the incessant hum of the cicadas had multiplied and the insects covered every piece of land. Humans did not have to worry about being bitten or stung, but they avoided being suffocated by retreating underground into the sewers. The Delawareans had survived for fifty years as the cicadas overtook rural areas, suburbs, and the city.
Skyler SaundersPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Donors
I looked in the mirror. Age had become me. My silver hair pulled tightly back in a bun that grazed my neck. The amber glow in my eyes a little less youthful. I could feel the nerves in my middle.
Bailey WilsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionLunar Eclipse
It all stopped working. The planes, cars, phones, everything. They said it was the moon, the scientists. Or, at least they did, before they died. It isn’t just them though, it’s everybody. Everybody is dead; I don’t know why. Why They all died, or why I didn’t die. Nobody knew what was happening and I still don’t. The only thing we knew was that nothing was working and everybody was going crazy. I don’t just mean from stress I mean crazy. Like something clicked in their brain and they just went psycho. For a while people were being put into asylums, but eventually they ran out of space. Or, they just went crazy themselves. It’s still a mystery how they died. One day all of the screaming just stopped; it was so quiet. It only took a month and everybody was gone. There was a lunar eclipse that night; it was so beautiful. I was sitting outside looking at it when a tiny rock fell onto my lap. I assumed it may have been an asteroid that didn’t quite make it, but I kept it. I held onto it until I went inside for the rest of the night. I placed it in my pocket and searched for something to put it in. Eventually, I found a heart shaped locket and put it in there. I still wear it to this day. Everytime I take it off I get a horrible head ache. I don’t really know why, but I’ve decided not to question it. I mean, it keeps me alive, right? This all happened a year ago. I still lie awake at night wondering. Wondering how and why it happened. I may not ever get my answer, but that may be for the best. I like to think to myself that I’m some sort of superhuman. I have these special powers that made me immune to whatever happened. Even though I know it’s not quite true, it’s comforting. You kind of start going crazy after being alone for so long. I still wonder why the scientists said it was the moon. I mean how could the moon cause the end of the world? It’s a giant floating rock. I guess we’ll never know now. I would try to look at their notes but I doubt I’d get anything out of it. I’ve never been the best at science. Anyway, the moon has slowly been coming closer, so has the sun. Not very much but just enough that it’s noticeable. The moon never lost its red tint either. It still creeps me out a little bit but I’ve gotten used to it. And it’s been getting hotter. Not like bipolar weather, I mean there’s not even much snow in the winter. If there’s any at all. It’s like they’re both magnets slowly being dragged towards each other but in slow motion. I fear that maybe one day the moon will crash into Earth or it will be burnt to a crisp by the sun, maybe even both. It’s not an irrational fear, they're both very much possible. I just wish it wasn’t. Sometimes, at night, my necklace will pull in the direction of the moon. It's like a magnetic pull, like I said the sun and moon are doing. It’s super cool, I think. It’s gotten a little bit stronger though. Ever since the moon got closer. One night I woke up not being able to breathe. The necklace was being pulled so tight I had a red mark on my neck the next morning. I had to move my bed to the other wall so it would stop choking me. I wonder what would happen if I let it go. If I just took it off and let it get pulled away. I wonder if I’ll die, or if the moon will give me mercy. I guess we won’t know until it happens. I might as well try.
Kaiya HaneyPublished 3 years ago in FictionTomorrow
The note inside the small purple felt bag had said “We’re heading south, you know where we’ll be”. He wiped away the sweat as it was rolling down from his temple and hoped he would find something to drink soon. His mouth felt as dry as the dusty dirt roads he was walking. Even now, in the dark of night, August in Alabama offered little relief from the heat. “At least there was a full moon out” he said aloud to himself “should make it easier to cross these fields.” With a deep breath, he took in his surrounding one more time and started walking.
Jeanie MiddletonPublished 3 years ago in FictionTrinkets
I love to collect the things that once were. My home filled with the trinkets and memories from those who have passed. From the beginning of their clock, all the way to the end of their time. I have collected the odds and ends of what humans have created. Not really of great importance for anyone, but in my defense, I had nothing better to do.
Joseph PeelPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Blazes of Markoff
“UGH,” I grunt as my foot slipped on a displaced rock. Climbing this hill is all the exercise I’ll be doing for this year. I’m tired of running. My legs are burning, my feet ache, and now my ankle feels sprained. My curls stick to my face as I grab onto an inclined part of the hill to stable myself for the final steps. As I finally reach the top, I turn back to see the horror this man has created. When you look down on the country of Markoff, what once was a quiet yet suppressed society is now a chaotic inferno. You could feel the heat on your face as the town roars with fire.
A dead world
I woke up to ashes falling on me like snow. How long have I been laying here? The ringing in my ears made it difficult to remember why I was laying there, but not impossible. I remembered taking the cloth off of my face to take a drink from my canteen. I remembered thinking I was shot, and falling to the ground onto the glass from the shattered windows above me. They never really took aim. They just kind of... Shot. Which is pretty fucking stupid if you ask me, not like they're making any more bullets.
Court WhitePublished 3 years ago in FictionFetal Possession
“You’re pregnant!” For recently married couple Dina and Dean Rawlings, this was century-worth headlining news. It honestly came as more of a relief rather a shock or pleasant surprise, given how long they tried, and many minutes later, looking at trees and houses whip by from the passenger seat, Dina was ecstatic. She was overwhelmed with joy. After all the tests, after those almost idiotic “try-at-home” methods, they were finally starting a family.
JacobForresterPublished 3 years ago in Fiction