Karla Abreu
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Coffee enthusiast, free lance writer, professional flannel wearer.
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Solar Flash
The planet died slowly, and we watched. For centuries, scientists begged society to act for the sake of humanity. They pleaded for drastic change as cities drowned under rising sea levels, famine ravaged the earth, and lush forests turned into barren wastelands. But people don’t care until hell is at their door. Until it’s too late. We’re proactive like that.
By Karla Abreu5 years ago in Fiction
Snipping Stories
I have a confession to make. At seven years old, I became a thief. I’m not proud of my criminal past. However, establishing a “three books per week” rule felt like cruel and unusual punishment. Therefore, I stole from my elementary school library. Like any good thief, I had an accomplice: the librarian. She always looked away when I sneaked a couple extra items in my Mickey Mouse backpack. She never mentioned when, instead of returning the allotted three books every Friday, I returned five or six. From second to fifth grade, this was my routine. On Mondays before class started, I’d rush to the library, and patiently wait for my accomplice to unlock the door. Once she did, I zoomed in, silently perusing through the shelves. My tiny sticky fingers snatched whatever looked interesting. I’d check out my allotted three books, stuff a couple extra in my backpack, and head to class.
By Karla Abreu5 years ago in Humans
Would You Like This to be a Date?
“Oi, watch the sword!” I yelled at the guards chasing me. A blade swished inches from my backside as I sprinted down the streets of Zaren. The bag of stolen food weighed me down, but I was still faster. I banked right, the metallic clunking of fallen guards echoing behind me.
By Karla Abreu5 years ago in Humans
Project Ares
My day sucked before the wolves showed up. They surrounded my snowy ditch in the middle of God knows where. “Oi! Scram you overgrown mutts!” I whacked the nearest snout with a stick. The black wolf whimpered away, but four others encircled me. With my back against a pine tree, I risked a glance around. I’d landed in a valley, pine trees blanketing the depression between two snowy mountains. The wolves showed up within an hour of dragging myself around and searching for help. I had no escape route and a broken leg. The sky darkened into inky black, the temperature dropped every ten minutes, and I was alone. Wonderful.
By Karla Abreu5 years ago in Futurism
