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Micro World (Part 1)
The year was 2073 and the world was evermore evolving. Disease was a thing of the past. Not that people didn’t still get sick but more that things like cancers, and major diseases such as heart and kidney disease had been done away with. Through the use of genetic engineering and microchip implants.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 7 months ago in FictionThe Heart on the Train
It all started when I was sitting next to a man in a blue uniform wearing gloves and a face mask on a train. He was holding a medium sized ice box, white on top and blue on the bottom.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 7 months ago in FictionSilent Pleas
At first, it didn't feel real. I felt as if I had woken up in a dream. I could smell fresh linens, as if mother had emptied the dryer that morning. I could almost hear her footsteps coming up the stairs as I came to, ready to be greeted by the fresh scent of ground coffee.
Amber BristowPublished 7 months ago in FictionGreat White
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Lamar WigginsPublished 7 months ago in FictionThe Frame
Evelyn leant against the wall, an empty hook above her, a frame three feet from her lay on the ground looking a little more tattered than moments before. It contained a photograph from four years prior of herself and her only love, Henry. Her heart was racing, her mind confused - this was the second time the photo had hurled itself backward off its hook. “Are you there, love?” she thought, focusing on trying to bridge the void between the world and the other side. He’d been gone for two years, three months and 17 days now, yet she could still feel his hand in hers, butterflies in her stomach as though it were the first time 61 years ago. “If you’re there, do it again,” she silently dared him. She braced herself as she rehung the picture. Nothing. She sighed and wandered into the kitchen to make herself her 10:00am international roast coffee. Just as she was opening a packet of scotch finger biscuits to have on the side, *THWACK!* the biscuit packet split open wide as Evelyn jumped through the roof. She dared to glance into the living room. Sure enough, the picture frame was in the middle of the room, face up, perfectly centred with Henry’s shining eyes looking directly up at a photo of the two of them together on their wedding day. “What a beautiful day that was, love. The happiest day of my life,” Evelyn urged through the void. With that, the lamp beside the couch flickered. Evelyn’s grandchildren had told her that the morning Henry had passed, they had all experienced varying power failures at their houses. They’d speculated it was Henry’s sign that he was still somewhere in the universe, a play on their surname of “Power.”
Renessa NortonPublished 7 months ago in FictionWhat to Believe?
You probably won’t believe what I’m about to tell you, and I can’t say that I blame you for being skeptical. Really, with all this disinformation floating around the web, it’s hard to know what’s real. For example, did you know Elvis is alive and living in a trailer park outside of Vegas, and how about all those pictures of Bigfoot? If it’s on the internet it must be true, right?
Mark GagnonPublished 7 months ago in FictionHocus Focus: a Book of Love Spells for the Novice Witch
Emily Banner looked at the lock of hair in her hands and felt nervous. She slammed the book closed so hard its ancient dust wafted in the air around her nose, a stark reminder of her failure. She sniffled twice as she glanced at the other people in the library. No one cared about her troubles. All were committed to their pursuits, unaware that the man of her dreams didn’t reciprocate her intimate desires. She twisted a lock of his hair between her fingers, the other locks she collected were tucked safely away in her jacket pocket. The hair was precious, a token from her daring barber shop thievery yesterday afternoon.
Dana StewartPublished 7 months ago in FictionHell is a Waiting Room
She detested waiting rooms. All of them. Even the most pleasantly appointed rooms were awful and no one was ever glad to be there. They were always swirling whirlpools of anxiety and anticipation as people waited for whatever fate would befall them upon the calling of their name.
Christine MeushPublished 7 months ago in FictionChance
The Prompt Convey a deep conversation between two individuals without uttering a single word aloud. Chance He had been listening to "The Crossing" by Big Country before he came out, he loved the guitar sound and the e-bow and those songs would never leave him. He played that album almost every day.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 7 months ago in FictionNavigating a Timeline of Potholes
The atomic magnetometer system decorated Iris’s neck, temple, and the span of her head, with electrodes on her skin that screamed bride of Einstein.
Necromancer's Neoteny
"First you must give before you can take," Ganelon's words echoed in Ajax's eardrum. "You must loose so that you desire to regain."
Thavien YliasterPublished 6 months ago in FictionThe Bitter Rose
Once, there was a bitter Rose in bitter soil. She wilted and festered in that bitterness day and night. One afternoon, a Bee came bumbling along and asked the Rose, “Are you happy in that bitter soil, bitter Rose?”