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Deadlock
The human body stinks. Even more so when it’s dead. Granted, nothing smells fresh when intestines are splattered on the ground.
Karina Corona
The bright green light scanned Karina’s face and took her temperature before allowing her into the building’s antechamber. She stepped in. A fine mist containing fuck-knows-what descended on her, and then a tray slid out of the wall to her right. She loaded it up with the hamburger and chips. Back in it went. Another successful delivery. Another day, (and quite literally) another dollar.
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“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
J. R. LowePublished 3 years ago in FictionWhat We Lost to the Flames
Humans are delicate creatures. Our bodies, our beliefs, our egos; all as fragile as crystal glass. To break a human takes no more than an ounce of pressure, and from that weak flesh host to draw out a monster, takes even less.
The Whisper
He watches the sun set; the peachy haze gradually recedes into blackness over the terracotta tiles of the next door neighbours’ second story addition.
Elizabeth ShutePublished 3 years ago in FictionA Guide to Parenting During the Apocalypse
1. Do not complain, you did not ask for this. The world is now full of children who live with their grandparents, aunts, uncles, distant cousins, friends of the family, or total strangers. You are not special because you are raising a friend's child. You have not been singled out. This is the way things are.
Mikaela BellPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Ascension
Eve sat staring down at the locket that she held in her hands. She looked at the picture of her mother and father inside the worn heart-shaped metal edges of the locket. "I wish they would have listened to me. But there wasn't enough time to convince them" she thought. She pictured how her mother would laugh at her jokes. She remembered back to when things were normal. When she had all of her family and friends. Before the Ascension.
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 Fiction