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The Heart Shaped Locket
That Day June lay witness to the whole thing. To the room full of people who had left the planet’s future on a knife’s edge.
By L.C. Daniel5 years ago in Fiction
The Pandora
Curiosity is arguably one of the first traits we human beings ever develop. A baby's wide eyed wonder at the world. An explorer's burning need to see with their own eyes. The strange, stupid little instinct that makes us go turn on the porch light to see what made that noise in the darkness.
By Rebekka Cornell5 years ago in Fiction
The Company Town
“It’s a beautiful sunset.” The sudden words pull Mara from her fixation on the pinks and oranges decorating Haventown’s sky, her hands dropping from the gold cross around her neck that she had been fiddling with. She turns around from her place atop the cement picnic table and she sees a fellow young woman with tight, curly brunette hair and dark skin.
By Cam Pedersen5 years ago in Fiction
Flesh and Blood
She flexed her hand. It would have to do. It wasn’t up to her usual standard but pickings were slim these days with the increased fighting. Besides, she had gotten used to the new leg quickly enough and despite her feet now being two different sizes. Time to worry about such things was fleeting so she was sure this transplant would be no different. If only they’d had time to remove this stupid tattoo. Who gets a tattoo anymore? Let alone one somewhere as visible as the hand. And a heart locket? It made her positively sick to the stomach thinking about the waifish woman who would have been the previous owner of this hand. Maybe she would find time to have the blemish removed if the fighting ever died down.
By Brittany Mallett5 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Hills Tribe
Storm clouds are quickly forming and the day begins turning dark in an instant. Paul is running aimlessly into the nearby woods behind the ruins of his house. Spider lightning invades the sky producing powerful thunder. Panicked, he runs as fast as he can trying to keep up with the rangale of deer ahead. Determined to catch his prey he forgets about the excessive lightning and he increases his speed. The path is filled with fallen tree limbs and brush debris. Two of the three deer veer off while one deer remains on the path heading toward the upcoming brook and hops across to head up the hill. Paul jumps over the brook and climbs up the hill focused intently on catching up and overtaking the deer. The rain is pouring and the path is becoming more and more slippery. While climbing the hill slowed him down, he quickly begins to catch up to the deer after reaching the level ground. He stays focused and gains speed and reaches into his pocket for his hunting knife. He’s fiercely catching up to his target. He reaches forward just about to touch his prey then suddenly trips on a bridged tree root on the ground and falls. He looks up so as not to lose sight of the deer but it’s rapidly escaping him. He hears the loud thunderclap and pulls his body under a canopy of brush and foliage. He drops his head onto his extended arm and stabs the earth with his hunting knife while lying defeated in the mud.
By MM5 years ago in Fiction
Assignment For the Wrong God
June 6, 2110. The skeleton of a decaying jeep limps past a withered green sign. "West Genesis, F.S., Jurisdiction: Krishna, New Morocco." The jeep seems tired. It stops. Five men exit it's carcass, and step onto the West Genesis salt plains.
By Kaylee Overeem5 years ago in Fiction
Five Hundred Years
“So that’s your story eh?” Lysha said as she tossed the heart shaped locket back. “That’s it” AJ sighed, opening the locket. The red blip, which has been a part of his life for years, kept blinking on the mini radar inside the locket. “So this is your only hope to recover your memories”, the big man next to him said. “Yup. The only lead I got”. After losing his memories AJ had only the locket to his name. ‘AJ’, the two letters engraved on the back of the locket became his new name. He has committed the rest of his life in trying to recover his lost memories and this is the closest he has ever been.
By Yadhu Anand5 years ago in Fiction
Scrapper
Jules landed on her feet, hauling her bag behind her as she exited the shoot. Keeping her mask in place, she beelined for the nearest decontamination station. She entered her identification code on the provided tablet and waited while her information was processed. Swiping quickly through the verification process, she huffed out a breath when the doors in front of her finally opened. She entered the first station and shifted from foot to foot repeatedly as she was blasted with the initial cleansing mist, watching as it coalesced and drained through the floor. “You would think they would have fixed the timing on these older models by now...didn’t the newest rep say they were going to be upgrading the stations at this port until new models could be installed? Eh, whatever.” Jules shrugged and shook her head, following the automated instructions to proceed to the next stage. When she was through the final stage, she snorted out a laugh as she waved at the appraiser on the other side of the wall. “Heya, Clay, didn’t know you were working Sector 7’s port this week. How’s the family?”
By Katherine Hanson5 years ago in Fiction
The Island
River could hear the wind blowing above her among the parapet of the castle tower. The floors had collapsed long ago and all that was left were the round outer walls. The wind seemed to increase in strength as it bellowed down the middle of the structure, ignoring the slits and window openings. Smashing to the bottom, the years of accumulated debris flew around the inside of the building. She pulled herself deeper into the coving she had found in one of the two small hallways that led to the tower. Wind funnelled down the hallway she was in, creating an unearthly roar. She squeezed her eyes shut, pulled her hood tighter and put her head down onto her pulled up knees. She wished she had her ear defenders again but she had dropped them somewhere on her last outing. She couldn’t go back to find them as the storm had arrived and it would have been too wet. As the wind howled around her, she clutched a little heart shaped locket to her chest. It was the only thing left of worth in her possession and it would be the last thing she would ever contemplate of selling. The locket was made of titanium and apart from the heart shape it was otherwise plain. The original chain it had was long gone. The locket now hung on another chain that she had found on the street when passing through old Blythe town. It was her only find there, the streets were overgrown and filled with rubbish. She didn’t stay long as she heard there were gangs that would frequent the towns for fun. Fun another word for arson among other things. The new chain was thicker and heavier, she didn’t know what the metal was but assumed it was silver as it was black and blue from all the tarnish. The locket was the only link to her past and the only proof for her future.
By NS Ho5 years ago in Fiction
Blood Is Thicker Than Water
Crimson rivulets of blood flowed through the street like tiny rivers of wine on their way to a stinking sewer, never knowing the DNA imprinted within it. Alec Denton relives those moments every hour of every day. The shrieking sirens, tire squeals, and alarms push him over the top into an inconsolable case of PTSD, forcing him to take refuge in multiple pints of beer. The hell with no escape was a far cry from what he thought his life was about.
By Michael J Massey5 years ago in Fiction
The Mercy of Angels
PROLOGUE THE gravity alarm sounded suddenly. Wrenched from sleep I unclipped my retaining strap and cascaded from my bunk, my hands clawing for the handholds on the roof of my quarters. As the 60 second countdown struck 12, my feet jammed against the floor and my white knuckles gripped the handholds in anticipation. My roommate, Bella, was not there. This explained the lack of a wake-up shove. She was probably bunking with Jeremy again, ugh!
By Lesley Knight5 years ago in Fiction
Look to the Sky....
From the moment the rocks from outer space began descending across the earth, the humans that were fortunate to remain across the globe, soon found, that this fortune to be alive had been a cruel, vicious joke. It had been a higher power’s form of bad luck, spread to the few human soles, that struggled to live on.
By J W Nelson5 years ago in Fiction