Short Story
Are You Feeling Normal, Keating?
"Your greatest work will be coming face to face with the truth — that all of the things you are chasing are empty, that all the rules you are following are lies".
Jamie JacksonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Others
Monday 11th June They were at the door again today. Knocking, shouting, begging to be let in. I’m not stupid, I didn’t let on that I heard them. I went to the window, peeled back a corner of the yellowed newspapers to try and get a look at them. Such cunning disguises they have! This time a dumpy looking ‘woman’ with straight, mousy brown hair and a crucifix round her neck. She left a box of something on the porch, but I shan’t go and see till nightfall. It’s not safe in daylight anymore.
Angel WhelanPublished 3 years ago in FictionRaven Gifts
I sit out day after day in the northern sun that never sets. How can people sleep? And yet they do, billions of them do, forever now.
Amethyst QuPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Burning.
PART 1. CLIMATIC CHANGE. LIFE AS WE KNOW IT. It is the year 3003 today. Saima crawls out of her makeshift bed of straw and tries to register her mind back to reality. She focusses in on herself and tries to come out of her pleasant dream into the darkness of her life as it is now.
Leonara HansenPublished 3 years ago in FictionYellowstone
To Sara the earth looked soaked in a eerie florescent orange-red glow which she thought magical. Her uncle told her that the smoke in the atmosphere due to forest fires caused the light. The smoke followed you from Oregon to Utah, her uncle joked. Sara joked back I’m smoking. Sarah’s mom heard that out of context which made her panic for a moment which then brought laughter and caused Sara to pantomime vaping, pretending to be a sassy teen rebel.
Cameron GlennPublished 3 years ago in FictionHope
I wish I had never opened it. But why would I not? How was I to know that something so beautiful was going to destroy everything I ever knew? I still remember the first time I opened it. I assumed it held a picture of a loved one. Instead I saw fire. I felt it burn my hands and I heard a scream that shook me to my core. I didn’t open it again for years. But it would haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.
Haley JensenPublished 3 years ago in FictionUnexpected Warmth
It’s cold. That’s all I can think of as I huddle against the metal wall of the dumpster in which I am hiding. I can hear the crackling of my fire in the barrel just outside the bin, warm enough to melt the snow in a perfect circle around it. I desperately want to stand next to it, to thaw out my fingers and my feet but above the sound of the fire burning through the little fuel I had, I can hear their voices.
David McClendonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Secret of the Heart
“Can’t believe my baby turns twenty today” Kaliope said to herself as she pulls out a heart shaped locket from her jewelry box. “Aunt Maggie would be so proud of her”. Kaliope stared at the locket while remembering the day her aunt Maggie first wore the locket. It was Maggie’s wedding day. Kaliope, still only a child, was part of the wedding. That was the last time Kaliope heard a prayer, a sermon… anything religious, for that matter. A few months after Maggie’s wedding the government set to eradicate all religions, as the government accuse believers of treason and interfering with social progress and international conflict. The government allowed anyone who disagreed with religion to imprison believers, and under certain circumstances even murder them. Without religious influence, the government became brutal and cruel in their treatment to other nations. Eventually those other nations adopted the same anti-religion approach to caught up with their brutal defense. The heartlessness of those that despised religion resulted in millions of deaths and destruction. The past forty years had not replaced what the world lost. Freedom of religion, privacy, safety.
Maria MaitlandPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Antidote to Insanity
Carla found herself in a corner holding on tight to her children. As she slowly regained consciousness and became more aware of her whereabouts, flashes of what had happened came back to her. There were other survivors, looking just as confused as her. Suddenly the door flew wide open and someone came stumbling and crawling in. He slammed the door shut behind him and frantically looked for pieces to make it impossible for anyone to get in. Then there was frenzied banging on the other side and you could hear loud angry roars. Those who were closest to the door threw themselves at the door to prevent what was outside from coming inside. Eventually whatever was outside gave up and everyone inside relaxed.
[email protected]Published 3 years ago in FictionQueen Dystopia
Queen Dystopia By Trevor Brewton Once upon a time there was a queen and her name was dystopia. She was clothed in the garments of her idolization. People assembled from all over as if an army in their nature with a yearning to worship her. This queen was different from other queens; she couldn’t keep a king. The same yearning that people had for her heart; She had for herself to find a king worthy of her misguided expectations. The queen's father abandoned her when she was only a baby leaving her with only a heart shaped locket. She idolized this heart shaped locket keeping it in a glass chamber. She grew cold in heart and vindictive in her ways. Only the people that truly got close to her ever knew her true nature. Dystopia was the queen of the new apocalyptic age. Over time her heart grew callus as she replaced king after king after king; with no empathy breaking every heart. She found herself in turmoil. She was growing mechanical in her ways. Living in a false sense of reality. She wouldn't wake up. She couldn’t wake up from this world she was working so hard to create. She treated each king as a mirror, trying to find herself inside them. She had countless soul ties and she never took time in between as she abandoned each one like her father did her. What she didn’t realize was that her blindside for this vicious cycle was inexorably destroying her. She carried a chain link bag full of demons that no one could see. True spiritual warfare living in the intangible. Surrounded by darkness. One day she woke up and things were different. Something was off. She was all alone with no king, so she threw a tantrum. She then fled her room and ran to the glass chamber. She opened the chamber and gazed at her heart shaped locket, but this time she noticed something very different to her surprise. There was a key hole she had never seen before, but there was no key. She didn’t want to break it because she held it in such high regard. It was the only thing she had from her father. She sent all of her best knights on a journey to find the lost key, but to her demise each knight returned with no key. She grew furious, destroying everything to find the lost key. In doing so all of the people that idolized her came to see her true colors and they feared the worst for their life and land. She always wondered if there was something inside the heart shaped locket and now she knew that there was indeed. She thought to herself what if this is the answer? What if this is the key to my own heart? She called upon her mother for answers. Her mother acted as if she was unaware of the key hole as well, all while knowing in the back of her head that she buried it a long time ago. She buried the answers. She buried the truth. See the keyhole was just for looks. There was no physical key, but queen Dystopia did not know this. Queen Dystopia did notice something different about her mothers reaction in regards to the lost key. Something very different indeed. Queen Dystopia questioned herself saying is my whole life a lie? Queen Dystopia’s mother broke down and unveiled the truth to her, breaking every strong hold on Queen Dystopia’s heart. Queen Dystopia could finally see life in a whole new light. She was perplexed and forever changed. This change of heart would bring grace to this dystopian society giving Queen Dystopia the chance to find true love. Everything that she destroyed she had rebuilt. She apologized to every king that she had hurt in the past. Her chain linked bag of demons no longer had a grip on her. People started to say she should be called Queen Utopia now for she makes all things new and through this process she found true love. She found herself. The end.
Trevor BrewtonPublished 3 years ago in FictionTO MAKE AN EPIC CHOICE
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Dena MoorePublished 3 years ago in FictionLAST NIGHT’S RANDOM DREAM
I dream whenever I close my eyes for any significant length of time. It never ceases to amaze me. I quantum leap into some random situation and just play along until something happens. Last night was no different.
D Jay CollinsPublished 3 years ago in Fiction