Short Story
Like No One Is Watching
“What’s that around your neck?” Dad had come home early. “Dad it’s just-.“ “Just nothin’, boy. Now take that shit off. I’m about to make sure you don’t grow up like one of them men in dresses.” I took off my mother’s locket, her most prized possession, and placed it back in the trunk as gently as possible. It was silver with a ruby heart that was surrounded by tiny diamonds. She looked so beautiful in it. I missed Mom.
Brandy EnnPublished 3 years ago in FictionPrecious Cargo
She sat bolshie, clenching her hands, teeth, and toes; Her billowing mass of red, tangled hair yanking at the heart shaped locket around her neck.
Victoria BamberPublished 3 years ago in FictionTwitchers
I do not remember the date anymore, not since it happened. Weeks or months, years even, pass by without much notice in this world. I do remember how it happened. A normal morning, traffic and people yelling at each other over petty nonsense. Then fire rained from the sky. Not meteors, but jets of flame that fired down and scorched whatever they touched. I can’t say what caused them, only that hellfire seemed to cold a term for them. Looking back, I wish those fires were all that happened.
Patrick MarreroPublished 3 years ago in FictionInto the hell on earth
6022A.D. The war between heaven and hell had ended after what seemed like decades of bloodshed and deaths. I Lilith the 7th had witnessed it all as a young girl growing up to be a young adult with this war between Lucifer and the Mashiah, fighting to the death. Now that the war had ended just weeks ago I set out to find anyone or thing that could have survived the brutal fight. Ash litters the ground as the fire dances like Daisy in a strong breeze. The bells from the church that was left standing rang out in to the empty world. The fire slowly stopped its dance and the sight of bodies littered the ash covered ground. Not many people survived the war a lot of men and children were made to fight or die, Lucifer needed more men to fight for him and if they were to refuse he go for the children to fight for him. Especially since they had nothing of real desire. So, they were easy to per sway to fight. Thank goodness, my child has not been born yet especially during the war; I thought to myself. The church is where my child will be born in to this world it will be a day of peace and I told my grandfather Lucifer that it is a day of peace for his grandson to be born on the day that nothing happens.
Dragon Matthew Wood - HillmanPublished 3 years ago in FictionHEART'S CONTENT
I don’t remember the world as it once `was. I was too young when the pyramids came. I don’t mean the pyramids in Egypt, but the PYRAMIDS. These were warships shaped like the structures in Egypt from an alternate universe that somehow crossed into our plane and decimated every civilization on Earth. They destroyed it all. They took my family. I was three years old. My mother, father, and brother had managed to get me to the back of the bomb shelter built into the basement. Mom manned the door as my father and brother ran to get the last supplies. Unfortunately, the Pyramid over our little town of Schaghticoke New York launched a massive bomb at that moment. The blast killed all three of them. I was discovered in the rubble three days later. I was crying, covered in dust and wood, clutching my mother’s heart shaped locket.
David JacobsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionMay
I remember it well. The day the AI took over. It was an easy thing to suspect, when you create something that looks, acts, and speaks like a human, they will inevitably begin to feel like humans as well. They began to think, string together a completely unique thought, propelled by machine.
Myrna CollinsPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Desperation For Difference
Only four hundred years passed since the end of modern civilization, yet The Directorate was awfully strict towards their huge population. They feared progress that could, for a second time, harm all of humanity. Their spite of the past drove their education plans to erase all history. The schoolchildren here believed the English language was created by their colony, and they had no knowledge of other populations. No knowledge of what England was, nor America, nor any other country. These citizens lived a bland life of Directorate-sanctioned productivity, where the jobs are planned upon one’s birth.
Lord P.S. MeehanPublished 3 years ago in FictionFire & Metal
*Clink* She wiped her brow with the back of her hand. *Clank* Her arm ached after the hundredth swing of the mallet. The blade was almost as flat as she needed it to be. She swung her free arm around to twist a ball of glass in the fire, ready to be shaped. This is what happens when your blacksmith father takes an extra hour for lunch, she thought to herself multitasking her dad’s unfinished projects. The demand for blacksmiths skyrocketed in the country, but Ada figured it was because men were out drinking while the kids got stuck running the shops. She had to give her father some credit though.
Anna KoduruPublished 3 years ago in FictionHope After The Fall
The fall of humanity. Before you rush to any drastic conclusions, it wasn't zombies or any man made war virus; it was simply greed. That all it came down to. Man kind drove the earth into nothing; depleting the natural resources so fast, that the earth had no time to replenish itself. Very few trees remain, so the air quality is very poor. Water is scarce, so being able to conserve what little there is has become the most important survival skill. My name is Emily Meyers, and I am one of the last known human survivors of the apocalypse.
Mariah WrightPublished 3 years ago in FictionOn Your Daughter's Eighth Birthday
On your daughter’s eighth birthday she will fall down a well. She will swim to the bottom, open a hatch she’ll find there and be given one bloody plastic bag by a mermaid, who’ll reach through with a glittering hand and pull her to safety. Your daughter will crawl out of a sewer grate, dripping, in the rain, clutching the bag. On her return home she will profess to hate you. This will continue through her teenage years, during which time she will read a lot and raise chickens.
Eric DovigiPublished 3 years ago in FictionI Cry Diamonds, p2
Hello I'm Agnes, my life story is very interesting because I have something very few other people have. When I cry I don't have tears coming out of my eyes. I know it sounds unbelievable but when I cry, tiny diamonds fall out of my eyes, yes I said diamond.
A Solemn Builder's Tale
It was a cold and windy evening when the Builder arrived. She looked at me with eyes colder than a winter gale and a gaze deeper than the deepest sea. I saw a deep pain in her eyes, something of a faint haze that encapsulated her longing stare. She was the first person I had seen in many months, the people here don't come outside anymore.