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Sage and The Book of Knowledge
This is a story about a book. Spoiler alert. Not a musty old book crackling with age in some forgotten bookshop. This is a book that changed worlds, built cities, even dabbled in poetry once or twice. This is a story about how even the smallest action can send shockwaves ricochetting through a world. Not the world. Not on a cosmic, come-with-me-if-you-want-to-live way. Don't get carried away, please. A world. And that's quite enough mischief for now, thank you very much.
By Rebecca Lee5 years ago in Fiction
Just a Little Fire
Anger and fear took turns pummeling her insides as she tried to walk quietly through the busy workspaces of the hab. Arm 1 of North American Hab Beaumonde, the only home she’d ever known. The huge, sprawling town was mostly underground, which regulated the temperature inside. She slammed a door closed as she came into one of the greenhouses, finally overcome by emotion. The opacity of the underground ceiling gave way to sky.
By Abbie Kruse5 years ago in Fiction
Heart
I remember when the streets were bustling with people. Workers going to and from work. Teenagers in packs. Parents chasing after their energetic children. Tourists enjoying the local coffee shops.
By Tatiana Moreira5 years ago in Fiction
CAT AND MOUSE
Six o’clock AM, another day begins at the estate. The servants arise and dress in their uniforms and head to the kitchen dining room for their breakfast. The staff settles in with their coffee. Coffee time is the best part of the day for the staff. It is a dark roast and served just at the right strength. This is the time the staff has just to themselves to chat and get ready for a day of service. The Butler, Mr. Maxon enters the dining room, the staff stands until he is seated. He is the head of the palace staff. 60 years old, he volunteered for service at the palace. Mr. Maxon alerts the cook Ms. Parker that breakfast is ready to be served. She brings out a porcelain tureen and sets it in front of him. Mr. Maxon picks up a bowl from the stack to his left. He dishes out portions into each bowl and the staff passes them down the table. Clara looks down hiding her disappointment. Porridge--again! More often than not the staff is served porridge for breakfast. She does not complain because as service positions in this time went - theirs was one of the best. As she consumes her breakfast she gently fingers the heart shaped locket around her neck.
By Cara Arildsen5 years ago in Fiction
A Different World
Part 3 Mia didn’t think when she got the Heart-shaped locket where it would lead her to. “Let’s get to it Mia,” John remarked. “This has just become extremely intriguing”. “I’d like that John, I’m feeling somewhat nervous though”. According to what Granddad wrote we have to stand facing the heat so the only thing I can think of is the fireplace. And the red and white could mean blood cells or the dark red bricks and off white mortar, and the hearth is the bottom part of the fireplace”. What do you think John? Could that be it”?
By Graeme Waddell5 years ago in Fiction
Faith and Purpose
“Mama!” Nia squealed as Imani came through the door. “I got your present at the Christmas workshop. Shelly wrapped it. Open it up!”
By Kyra Blackwell5 years ago in Fiction
One Shot
One Shot Clive watched the bunker for the past eight days, long enough that his supplies were dwindling. He saw the skinny man head out before sunrise every other morning, with a rifle and a backpack, probably hunting for small game. He never heard a shot fired, and the skinny man always returned empty handed.
By Sean Coffey5 years ago in Fiction
Hope in Hand
By Krislyn McKeown It has been 48 days since the killer virus was first announced on ESPN nightly news sending the whole of America and the rest of the world into an uncontrollable panic. 48 days since Luke, Jordan and I have had anything to eat other than non-perishable tins of canned beans, sardines, vegetable soups and anything else we could scavenge from the pantries of abandoned homes on the outskirts of town. 48 days since our normal, uninteresting teenage lives were turned upside down forever.
By Krislyn Mckeown5 years ago in Fiction
A Path in the Sky
An eight-year-old girl stood knee-deep in the cold creek with a large white bucket, pondering the stones beneath her feet. For some time, she remained quite still, her eyes never leaving the water. A breeze rustled the trees that lined the bank. Spots of light skipped across the surface. She watched small fish dart about her ankles and away downstream. Then, just at the corner of her vision, there was a small movement. She stepped forward and in one motion plunged the bucket through the water and brought it up sharply, then peered into it.
By Lydia5 years ago in Fiction
New world
“Fuck.. me..” I say as I peer out into the new world which is yet to be scouted. Oh right.. you’d be reading this like.. “new world… huh?”. Let me catch you up here. So yesterday was the last day of Earth as you, well not ‘you’, but ‘future you’ knew it… because you see, you’re reading this in 2021 as for some reason that’s the year we (the community of still living) are sending all these brain thoughts and compiled memories written for the pleasure of your brain’s squishy curiosity section. Yesterday the planet known as Earth ceased to exist when an unknown planet which we now know is called Denduro, collided with Earth. Now two planets colliding may make you think, “how can anything still be living and how is….” okay just hold up, I understand that it seems, well, frankly it seems insane. Two worlds colliding in the physical and literal sense as apposed to the metaphorical sense, but it is true. There is just more to the universe than anyone could have anticipated. When Denduro came hurtling at a rapid pace towards Earth with no warning and only 3 minutes for people to frantically race around trying to find their families or a phone to facetime their loved ones, well everyone was scared shitless as can be predicted. It was the most gut-wrenching, horrific sight. People lost their humanity in those few minutes. While I clutched tight onto my younger sibling Andaya’s small hand.. yes, I have a .. well.. just listen. My younger sibling Andaya who was only 10 years old was stabbed and died in my arms. It appeared that whilst some were calling their loved ones, others likely without loved ones were taking it upon themselves to depopulate Earth, as if what was happening, was happening because humans ran the world into the ground, and them decreasing the population at the last minute might save them.
By Azalea5 years ago in Fiction
The Princess and the Riddles
One of my favorite stories when I was a kid is one I can't remember the name of or the author. But, I remember the feeling it gave me and I remember a portion of it. It was a book I frequently checked out at my library in my grade school. It was one I truly wish I could find today.
By Amber Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Controllers
Holy crap, holy crap. Here we go! The countdown was at 10 seconds. I’d waited most of my, ill admit brief, adult life. Ever since I’d stumbled across the controllers deep in the depths of the dark web as I was searching for some meaning in life besides out competing my neighbors for a bigger share of seemingly dwindling resources. It was 2030 and I’d only recently had my first legal drink, only because I could as that stuff is not very good. I prefer a nice infused drink, or an edible. Plug into my neural net and get some work done.
By Josh Gold5 years ago in Fiction