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The Baseline
As the sun rose from a long slumber, it laid its eyes on the beautiful, peaceful face of a six-year-old, Alicia. It decided to play hide-and-seek using the long translucent drapes of Alicia’s bedroom. When it finally caught her already fluttering eyes, she wrinkled her nose and woke up slowly. She looked to her left to find her sister Amy sleeping next to her and blatantly refusing the sun’s persistent playdate invites. She walked over to the large glass window covering the wall on her right, opened the curtains and felt a surge of happiness as she took in the fresh morning breeze. She saw her parents sitting in the garden outside having their morning cups of coffee and heard her mother’s faint voice humming her favourite song,
By Vedangi Pathak5 years ago in Fiction
Endless
“Show me your arm” Jared yelled above the sandstorm. With a wince, Marie lifted up her sleeve to show the torn flesh underneath. With deft fingers, Jared quickly cleaned and bandaged up the wound. It seemed as if in a blink of an eye the shredded arm was in order underneath the stark white.
By Ally Brinkmann5 years ago in Fiction
THEIR PURPOSE
THEIR PURPOSE They shot rapid dogs in Chernobyl, to prevent the spread of radiation. That was in 1986, almost fifty years ago this year. If only they knew that it would happen again 45 years later, this time to the entire planet. The people only pacified because of the new vaccine, it had been issued only two years before the incident, and stopped sickness and death from radiation, their resistance to it grown stronger.
By Elizabeth Butler5 years ago in Fiction
Her Name Was
She really should be used to it by now, the faint metallic clink. It had been with her longer than she had been without it. How could she complain, it was the best they could afford, technology had become too advanced to be in the price range of any but the affluent and no one dealt in real hearts anymore. It was hard to even notice the two chains that held it in place, one around her neck and one around her chest. They had rested in place long enough that her nerve endings no longer bothered to alert to their existence. Nights like this, when all she could hear was the repetitive clink, she would wonder about its maker. Whoever created it must have managed to live several lifetimes. Its design was practically ancient, a locket was the aesthetic, but it did the job of her faulty heart that died when she was too young to remember. Designs similar had been popular before her parents were around, when the blood plagues started, and hearts were hard to come by, she was told. Now the plagues were mostly contained to those who could not afford to pay for the mutations. One tiny syringe could save generations of a bloodline, but the cost was high. For the wealthy, it was simply money, but for everyone else, the cost was the trade of a single healthy child. Most chose the cost of health and freedom, even without the comfort of knowing what would become of that progeny. Her parents did not have the luxury of a healthy child to trade as it was only her and that faulty heart. They would, also, never have the money so resigned themselves to the shorter lifespan of those susceptible to plague.
By ARAMIE KEMP5 years ago in Fiction
Unsung
PROLOGUE No one ever told me that life was easy. I was always told, "Work hard. Pay your bills. Keep up with the Kardashians!" Lol, and that's the funny shit...the more depressing thought though is...No! No, I won't get into that. However, now I find myself in a complicated situation...I have this thing, this object that could literally kill you, if you are not already dead, mind you...
By Rebecca Cantu5 years ago in Fiction
