Short Story
A Mother's Love
StarThe wind blew through the shattered window frames. McKenzie held her breath as she listened for the scurrying of feet and held her necklace close. The wind died down and the night became deathly quiet. The last twenty months all led up to this moment. The main house was across the yard. She inched forward slowly making sure to avoid the rubbish strewn around the shed.
By KASIE R MIEHLKE3 years ago in Fiction
Bury Me in the Garden Where Roses Once Bloomed
As I sit by Thaniel’s bedside, I watch the slow up-and-down rhythm of his chest. Sometimes I lose sleep just for keeping track of his breathing. Each breath is another flicker of hope that I will have him for another day.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Jane Doe
It was late in the evening when Jane was walking in to New Minneapolis; just one of the now existing settlements after the second US civil war. She was wearing her usual expedition outfit of black leather crop jacket with a white under shirt and blue jeans with black high top combat boots and two gothic style gun slinger belts. Holstered on her hips are as always two glock 30's and slung around her shoulder sat a double-barrel 12 gauge shotgun crossed with a .50 caliber high velocity anti-material rifle.
By Tayla Delong3 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin
12/24/2062 It's cold. My hands can barely flick open the lighter to give my hands the slightest warmth. My calves have been numb for a few minutes, my feet... hours. But I am almost there. Shards of glass feel like they shred my hands as I struggle to grasp the heart shaped locket around my neck.
By Michael Martin3 years ago in Fiction
A pet or dystopia
I woke up from a dream I kept having since I came to my new home; I live in a vast mansion with 18 rooms. Three of them are mine to do whatever. You would think I should be happy I have everything I want. Every game console, Every video game made, Endless film, clothes, cars, and my own kitchen, Your right; it should make me happy, but what's the point when you have everything when you're alone? I don't mean metaphorical; I mean literally I am alone because I'm the last human... I still live on Earth, just not in the human realm; yeah, you heard correctly," I don't live in the human realm...anymore. I now live in a world of magic. You know creatures of tables and legends, mermaids, fairies, lamia's, you name it. I live with Jagan, a lamia; Jagan looks human from his upper torso up. He has a Caucasian look, lean physique, turquoise eyes, and unkempt red hair. On his lower torso is the snake part. Jagan could change his form from human to lamia at will. So, in the human world, he used to be my employer when life was great…until it happened, and my species died within months. How did I survive?
By stephanie borges3 years ago in Fiction
Everyone Knows
I usually head out in the morning, just as the darkness outside begins to gray and before the day starts to creep into full-blown fever. Even then, one can feel the previous day’s heat weltering amid the homogeneous shanties, a neutral air that dies in the nostrils and sticks to sweat. There was a time when Graet would come with me, but then she found the lumps just under her left armpit, two of them - hard and conspicuous like beans nestled strangely beneath wet, sallow sheets. Everyone knows that can happen. So, today, I was going it alone.
By Shuvuuia Deserti3 years ago in Fiction
Dry Bones
Brown bones broke through dry earth. Ligaments clung to their gnarled fingers, still attached to old bone. Next broken arms and pointed shoulders slid through. Crushed skulls soon followed, cool autumn air whistling through hollowed eyes. Silence hung in the air, all living things knowing something was different about tonight.
By Sara Elizabeth3 years ago in Fiction
Section Six
In this section, we will discuss the basics of the reproductive protocol and its requirements to create a fulfilling life for individuals and successful parishes throughout future generations. The goal for each individual parish is to successfully produce offspring that increasingly satisfy the needs of the community. Individuals who lack the necessary requirements will not be permitted to reproduce in order to cull factors that may lead to dissatisfactory levels of productive workers.
By Sindy Siyarath3 years ago in Fiction
12B
12B Frankly, I don’t know why I came back. I don’t know why I risked my neck crossing the openness of the westside, moving about the colossal shadows of a vacant civilization; a civilization long abandoned and thrust into the pure and absolute chaos of The Collapse.
By Andrew Falk3 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
The Locket By Samantha Harken Everyone knows the real world ended in the year 2000. The crash of the electronic world came in the form of an EMP burst which is hotly debated even now: was it the Y2K bug or an attack from an otherworldly species trying to curb the chaos humanity was embroiled in? Small towns that were agricultural in nature lasted the longest after the fall of technology, and why not? They had the means to keep themselves going, the skills to protect their land and family, and the heart to keep going as the darkness closed in on them.
By Samantha Harken3 years ago in Fiction
The drowning of books
On the Tuesday when the world finally caught up with him, as the first rays of the sun cracked open the pale green eggshell of the eastern sky, Gerineldo flexed his shiny, old man’s fingers, stretched his sinewy old brown legs, prayed that his wife was not already awake beyond the clean lace curtains, and farted loudly and gratefully into the chilly stillness of the dawn.
By Bob Sutton3 years ago in Fiction
When the lights go out
Dear Diary, 08/24/2103 Sometimes, but not very often, I miss how things used to be. Before everything went to hell and got messed up. I miss being able to drive everywhere I wanted to and fly everywhere a car couldn’t reach. I miss listening to electric lofi music with my Airpods. I remember how stoked I was when earbud headphones went wireless. That was one of my biggest issues back then. Getting my headphone cords snagged throughout the day. I miss my phone too. Being able to learn anything at the speed of light. Calling or texting anyone anywhere across the world. Nowadays, I can’t even begin to imagine where some of my friends and families are. I know where they were when everything went down, but now I have no clue. I miss my parents a lot and I have tried to write letters to them, but I never seem to get any back. Maybe the Postal Service hasn’t figured out how to fully revert yet. Not very many things have been able to revert back to the old ways quite yet. Actually, I think reverting is a relatively new thing that is still kind of catching on. Like slang and Silly Bands. Or One Direction. God, I even miss One Direction. I just want music back... Anyways, not many people have been able to figure out a way to use old, pre-modern techniques to replace the huge loss of modern-day technology.
By Angelina All Over3 years ago in Fiction