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Romeo and Juliet 2: Romey Owes and Julies' Debt
In a torch-lit cave deep underground, stagnant decaying air, heavy with the stench of sulphur, penetrates the nostrils of a newly delivered dozen of the Devil's damned delinquents. As the bleary, squinting eyes of this group of pale failures slowly adjust to the dim lighting within the cave, a 'Hell Introduction Officer' stands before them eager to officially welcome them all to Hell.
By James Spencer-Briggs5 years ago in Fiction
Last Drop
Olive rolled over and immediately felt the muscle ache in her lower back. Since things got scarce, she’d only had a few weeks of sleeping pain-free, and at this far in, the novelty had certainly worn off. Quietly groaning as she slowly moved to prop herself up on her forearm, she checked her watch. 2 days, 18 hours and 43 minutes. That’s how long it had been since her last full glass of water. It had to be her worst streak yet.
By Clare O'Neill5 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden
Finally! She’s asleep. Brynn grinned at her mother’s soft snoring as she slipped from her bed. She pulled the heart-shaped locket from around her neck and tucked it safely under the pile of rags she used as a pillow. Last night, it pinged against a metal pipe and alerted a nearby drone.
By Chloe Longstreet5 years ago in Fiction
Pay Attention
“Are you paying attention?” I look up, I’m in health class. “I asked are you paying attention?” It’s Mr. Nibbons, he staring at me with a ruler in his hand. Was he going to hit me with it, in front of the class? He knows how dangerous that is. “Young lady! Are…you…listening to me?”
By Kayla Klein5 years ago in Fiction
The Password
Every day it’s the same. Today was not different. Bill approached for the morning ritual. His dead eyes were clawing at me, forcing themselves onto me, holding me in an unbreakable vice. My reptilian brain saw that there was no escape. I couldn’t help but enter into an orbit too shallow to avoid collision. I began to burn up upon entry into his strawberry chalk musk. His stale, cold atmosphere enveloping me. I had to breath it in. Ready to bite his head off, he handed me a cyanide pill in the form of three innocuous words, “How are you?” He asks me this as a compulsion, like an addict, getting his daily fix. What kind of high does he get from asking me this absurd question. What does it even mean? I don’t know “how” I can be. I just “am”. I simply am. And I wanted to scream it. Isn’t that enough? After surviving the virus war, do I need to justify my existence every damn day? Don’t be silly, of course I do.
By Robert Vrdoljak5 years ago in Fiction
THE FALLEN
Maybe it's the quiet, maybe it's his curiosity of the Old World, but Kyt can’t deny that he prefers the company of the dead. They don’t speak or judge him for his ‘childish obsession’ with The Fallen. Instead, invisible, mute ghosts wander the empty corridors. Giant metal spires with glassless windows jut into the sky like moss-riddled monoliths. Kyt walks amongst the debris, his deer hide shoes scuff atop the thick layer of dust coating the cracked cement floor.
By Zachary James5 years ago in Fiction
The Hiba Cure
It was concealed in lockets. The cure. Seven tiny capsules of micro-contained plant extract distilled in a cocktail of inhibiters and analgesics. Hiba it was called. Just a single grain was enough to restore the integumentary system completely and sustain it for a year or more depending on the health of ones cells. I wore the heart shaped locket; the sign of my house. There were six others, each worn by a daughter of the other six houses; The House of Squ, Circ, Tri, Dia, Sta, and Hex. An intricately woven gold metal hanging from a soft chain, a jewel fastened to its front to correspond with the colours of each house. A magnificent ruby shone from the centre of mine, signifying the colours of my House.
By Adelae Guevara5 years ago in Fiction
Steal of the 31st Century
As she passed me by, a glint of silver caught my eye. In times like these a glimpse of metal is often attributed to a blade, but as my eyes adjusted I realized this was not a weapon. But a small heart shaped locket adorned her neck. A show of wealth that was dangerous in this damned city, what followed was an effortless wave of fingers and it was no longer on her neck but safely in my pocket. Silver like this could feed a man for 10 years, so it was a justified steal. My pockets light, imagining how heavy they will be after flipping this steal at O’Malley’s, a local antiques dealer which was a front for their main business, moving rare and precious items – and often stolen items. As I skipped up the steps, dreaming of the meal I will be able to buy later this evening I was greeted by the usual suspects. Al the big boss and his two brothers and business partners Frank and Joe, a trio who looked like they could scare the stripes off a tiger. But to me they were kittens, always having cash ready for me after a score. Al looked up from the counter “Hey Knuckles, what have you got for me today?” a nickname he gave when he first witness my pickpocketing prowess. “Something special today Al, bit of silver I think” I gleamed, he motioned me forward intent on viewing the goods his eyes lighting up at the sight of the heart shaped pay-day. “looks like you’re in for a good feed tonight boy, If the tests pan out I reckon you could be in for a good 10000 cut here, the price of silver has sky rocketed in the past couple of years” he twirled the necklace in one hand as he prepared the test in the other. As he performed the test his eyes became more and more intense “where did you get this boy?” he queried. “I stole it off the neck of a girl in the town square” I replied my feelings of hope depleting and being replaced with a sense that I may have picked a worthless score. His look intensified before he added “Well it isn’t silver, it is white gold” he finally revealed. Which left me more confused than earlier “what is white gold?” I wondered audibly “well my boy all you need to know is it is so rare it is worth 10 times the amount of silver” Al grinned as he slipped the priceless piece of metal in his pocket, and nodding to his brothers which who now had me flanked. Al moved from behind the counter, his gaze set on mine “you will forget about this find if you know what’s good for you boy, you wouldn’t know what to do with a score this big” he smirked and in that moment I knew my play, I would have to provoke him to get him in closer “ still don’t think it will be enough money for you to get your wife back from the young thing she left you for” I responded before he promptly followed with a gut wrenching punch that had me keeled over. “Check his pockets, you never know with his fingers” Al said as Frank and Joe moved in checking each of my pockets before giving Al the ok. “I’m feeling generous tonight so I will let that comment slide” still half bowed I turned on my feet and quickly out the door. I moved swiftly trough the dimly lit streets before curling my tongue and dropping the easily lifted piece of jewellery into my hand and then into a hidden pocket on the inside of my jacket. Al isn’t a stupid man he didn’t trust my hands around him but he never expected the boy he coined as knuckles to work without his hands. It wouldn’t be safe to head home now, if one could call the 4 x 4 pod I resided in a home. Although the government has pretty much abolished homelessness by creating these pods that homed the cities less fortunate the compounds they were often hotspots for crime, and after being built almost 200 years ago they were suffering the effects of time. Better to say goodbye to that life now and never look back, all I got to do is lay low and find a fence for this life changing locket.
By Tahlia Pistemalis 5 years ago in Fiction
Dark
It's dark tonight. I know that's not really saying much; It's dark every night. But tonight, it feels much darker. This pitch black darkness comes from within. All hope is lost. There will be no bright futures for our children. We will not grow old in harmony. No dreams will be achieved, nor happy memories made. Not anymore.
By Rebecca Fitzpatrick5 years ago in Fiction
Shadow's Sister
Her people would always remember her as the villain. She knew why, and she accepted it, but it made her wonder how many other villains through history had made an honest mistake, a tiny moment that should have been forgotten in the sea of tiny moments that history was made up of, but instead changed the very world they lived in. Set the timeline on a new path towards destruction.
By B. M. Colville5 years ago in Fiction
