Young Adult
Dream On
Annabelle picked her way through the rubble, wrinkling her nose at the stench wafting around her. Sometimes it smelled like dead fish. Other times, like rotting animals. Often, like feces. Today it seemed to be everything at once. It was the place where people dumped and burned their garbage. Once a gated, private community, it was now filled with torn down fences and broken homes with swimming pools cracked and filled with growing weeds. She’d never lived here Before, but frequented it now, After.
By Kelly J Perotti3 years ago in Fiction
Return to The Manor
As I open my eyes I realize that something has gone terribly wrong. I am in complete darkness, instinctively I reach for my necklace but only feel the chill of my skin. My heart and mind begin to race where am I and what has happened. Every memory I try to draw upon as to why I have or how I have become trapped in this room is so hazy.
By Sandy Jabour3 years ago in Fiction
Dying is hard
I don’t remember what day it is, I stopped counting, I also don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I am going, and the thing that haunts me the most is I can’t remember the last thing you said, all I have is this heart-shaped locket, memory is a cruel tormentor, for whatever how long it has been since the event, the death of every living thing that speaks in my city and I am starting to think in the entire country or maybe the world, I have been plagued with the burden of remembering. like that day at Pont des Arts in Paris, where you refused to follow the footstep of every other couple whoever stepped in the most romantic city known to man, you refused to get a lock and instead you got a locket, I remember we almost got into an argument but before I could get irritated, you put the locket around my neck and said wherever I am is where you want your heart to be.
By Banji Coker3 years ago in Fiction
Madalynn
I loved the sound of car accidents, don't ask me why, but something in its unsettled breath of metal, glass, and impact made me feel an awakening of higher purpose, like I was in on the joke, far off, a spectator of omnipotence, of obsolescence. I met Madalynn when our cars crashed on that rainy day down by the pond. The accident itself was slower than I remembered, not ephemeral at all because something stayed with me as all that glass sprinkled upon my face like a beautiful wonder of timelessness, some memory of her face flickered for a distended amount of time, right next to me, even though she was a few feet away, in her own fucked up car, going through her own panic of things. My head flashed with quick and bright colors, and I did not even feel any pain. Nothing major had happened, it was just a big mess. It was her fault too, the accident. She did not stop when it was her turn to stop and I was, at the time, reaching for a CD, my mind in other rebuttals. Then it was all over. I found myself outside, sitting on the grass with a face full of glass and distortions. I felt the loose sun entering the little red holes in my face, sizzlingly. It had been a nice day a second ago, cooler even.
By Justin Fong Cruz3 years ago in Fiction
The Phantom's Note
Kailey shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair of the waiting room, valiantly trying to control her breathing and ignore the excited chatter of her classmates. After eighteen years all they needed to do was make it through the next few months, pass their final exams and they would finally take their place as adults and contribute to the well-being of their society. Jealousy gripped her. She should be as enthusiastic as them, but her carefree attitude had been stolen from her months ago.
By Emma Brown3 years ago in Fiction
Hearts of a Phoenix
The sound of chickens clucking away were the first sounds that woke me. The sunlight streaming in through the open window kept me awake, tossing and turning to get back to the sweet realm of dreams. My body aching from the past few days of non-stop trudging, through the muddy plains from the Ruined Lands to my quaint little village.
By Simon Prout3 years ago in Fiction