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A Grimm Cinderella
When I was young, I read a lot on my own. My mom started me off with the classic fairy tales-- Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Jack and the Beanstalk -- what she didn’t tell me was that the original Brothers Grimm versions of those same stories were absolutely terrifying.
Anna MirellaPublished 3 years ago in Fiction- Third Place in Doomsday Diary Challenge
Imprint Pt. I
It all started as a way to connect - Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest - and then, Imprint. I can’t even remember the year; it just feels like it was always there. That’s how they want you to remember it anyway. The government wasted so much time. Their endless debates, chronic gaslighting and constant bickering never ceased. In the end, it all added up to inaction and fear, when they should have been figuring this out. But now, the aliens had control. No one pays attention to the government, the experts or the actual news anyway. They were all too busy following trash on social media, and making mindless videos.
Sydney ChapmanPublished 3 years ago in Fiction Voyage Of La Bailarina
Voyage Of La Bailarina Bella’s hands shook as she fastened the rigging in place. The swells over Old Cuba rolled higher as clouds swirled above. She knew not whether her hands shook from hunger, fear, or anticipation. Two fish a day in the belly of an eleven-year-old girl amounted to nothing. The hunger plagued her with shaking hands, belly pains, and a dull ache behind her eyes. With a storm on the horizon, fear filled the empty place between her last fish and her longing for the next. Dark brown eyes, full of hope, scanned the eastern horizon.
Michael SeanPublished 3 years ago in FictionBefore the universe dies
“Do you think they’ll find us in time?” She blurts the words out as if she’d been holding them for hours. They’d been walking in silence for the past few kilometres, and he’d heard her stifle, swear and snort quite a few times behind him. He knew she had something on her mind. But the question still sounded strange. Unreal.
Clemence MaurerPublished 3 years ago in FictionEverything Stays the Same
“Thank you for keeping my car for me,” Corey said as he hugged Joyce. “Of course! Anything for you, sweetie,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.
Shannon YarbroughPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Culling
It all happened so fast that nobody had time to even realize what was happening. I've decided to write this all down in case something happens to me. Someone needs to tell this story, and anything could happen before I can pass it on.
Dustin CurryPublished 3 years ago in FictionPopulation: 111,193,098 Artists
The year was 2051. Cities all around the world were ruled by The Basics. The Basics covered 99.9% of the population. And how they dressed, spoke, or what music they listened to, was influenced by the common trend of the time.
Savannah DaringflowerPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Secretary
Lila was not her name, but it was etched into her nametag in shimmering gold letters. She couldn’t remember when, or how, but at some point she awoke in a white room with no windows and blaring white lights, trapped in an endless loop of speaking to the dead.
Camellias
The net didn’t bother her anymore. She had gotten used to the way the tan mesh obscured her vision and turned the world into an abstract painting. She liked the way it shielded the harsh sun. After a few years of wearing the protective suit, her eyes had become unaccustomed to the vibrant colors of the unshielded world and the bright light of the sun.
Natalie SpackPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe End
“The human race didn’t end with a shout, it didn’t end in a ball of flames, it ended with barely a whimper. For so long, we had narrowly avoided one extinction event after another. World wars, the threat of nuclear armageddon, and pandemics of global proportions. But the human race had pulled through it all, kicking and screaming, with determination to survive. We’d learnt, we’d progressed, and each disaster brought us more and more technology. Some of it was used for good, but some of it was used to inflict suffering on others, who by accident of birth we didn’t deem our friends.
Gutterick The Guardian
“A customer?” Sounded a squeaky voice from somewhere in the dark. “How peculiar – Ah, I remember now! You must be the new apprentice, am I right?”
Ida StokbaekPublished 3 years ago in FictionAwaken the Dreaming
The corridors were lined with ancient texts and old oil paintings set in golden frames and crackled shellac. Rich tapestries of silk and wool decorated the floors as ornate carvings protruded from the earthen walls casting shadows and story from the candles that flickered nearby. The air was thick and sweet with a subtle aroma of jasmine and chai spiced tea.
Donna RaymondPublished 3 years ago in Fiction