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Creation
Creation He stood and stared at his reflection pulling faces like a child would, to see if it caused any reactions stirred any memories or caused anything, that would be a change to the subsistence that was his present existence. He’d done this thousands of times and dreaded the thought that he would do it thousands more, he looked down at the sink and gripped at it aggressively, the anger at the situation coming up hot and fast. Then just as fast as it had come on it was cooled, tempered.
By Joshua Parkinson5 years ago in Fiction
Heart and Soul
London 2025 Eric runs his hands through his long, tousled blonde hair, sighing as he takes off his glasses and cleans them on his sweater vest. The tablet sitting on the table before him flashes TEST FAILED. After hundreds of attempts over the course of four years, he takes a moment to focus on his breath alone, considering his options before trying again.
By Logan Wheeler5 years ago in Fiction
Branwen's Treasure
“Branwen, be extremely cautious!” Burton warned. “Do not let the Pixies see you if you want to live to see another sunrise. They are the most territorial faction to emerge during the Aftermath and they are relentless. Pixies are obsessed with jewels and baubles, and they protect their hoard like a scorch of dragons.”
By Thomas Durbin5 years ago in Fiction
Until we see the sky again.
I used to miss the sky. So blue and bright, stretching out forever. To my child-mind, it seemed to house endless adventures and opportunities. I thought of the concrete as evil; a cage, inescapable and constraining. But now the concrete walls and ceilings have become home. The cool, sturdy, gray concrete is now a watchful guardian that provides safety, a haven that protects us from the above.
By Holden Marx5 years ago in Fiction
Chasing Suma
Our once beautiful and futile world, Kreyta, can now only be described as... gloomy destruction. Not subtle at all in the post-apocalyptic appearance of being barren and desolate. During the last four years, I have been on the run from the 'Locket Hunters'. Thus, I am the most unobtainable and wanted person in Kreyta. This has resulted in our world experiencing an apocalyptic age during an attempt to find me. Millions of innocent people have died during the manhunt. The events have been unfortunate and depressing. Furthermore, my name is Suma, like the season Summer. I am also the first-born locket in over three centuries, and to be honest scary. My family was killed as a result of hiding me and the legacy I hold. When they smashed their way into our family home four years ago, murdering everyone in sight. The bloodcurdling screams and bullets ricocheting throughout the house were terrifying. A memory that will be hard to repress. I was forced to run to keep my ancestor's secrets and to stay alive. A gift that was bestowed upon me before I was born, was a heart-shaped locket tattoo that is present on my left bicep. This is to identify I am a locket, and I am in danger.
By Charlene Wicenik5 years ago in Fiction
The Shape of a Heart
Blake awoke gradually behind the comforting shelter of his eyelids. The nice thing about acceptance was that there was no longer the moment in which he realized that everyone he had known, all of his friends and family, coworkers and acquaintances, was now dead. He had accepted that fact, and so it no longer had the power to jump out at him from behind a corner unexpectedly and hit him in the forehead with a hammer blow of reality. No more did it come at him as the third or fourth thought of the day. He didn’t have to relive it every morning anymore, and that was something. The world had ended, past tense, and he’d accepted it.
By Jackson Eaton5 years ago in Fiction
The Broken Winged Bird Trilogy
"Run." The air was crisp, the night sky hanging low and heavy. I felt a sharp pain prick my lungs, pulling my consciousness toward every breath. The ringing in my ears made me aware of the eerie silence surrounding me. A bleak breeze flurried through the torn-up rags draped over my body and caused me to shiver, and rubbing gently at my bruised arms, I felt the goosebumps form on the surface of my skin.
By Parti Pris5 years ago in Fiction
Abraxas
Dusk settled over the city of Aeon in a bright swathe of pink and blue. Stars began to peek out as the sun relented its great dominance to the moon, and the shadows it cast across Aeon dimmed into a greater darkness. In the Alpha district at the northern head of the city, people slowly began to filter indoors from their daily activities to prepare for the curfew at dark. Eventually, the sun sank below the horizon of the Taiman Wall, but still it threw its rays to the heavens as it neared the true horizon that Aeon’s people would never see.
By Margot Lambal5 years ago in Fiction
A ray of Hope
It’s been so many hours, days, months, and even a few years since I saw it, but I know I need to keep looking for it…it’s the only thing that keeps hopeful and keeps me sane. I still can remember her face and the smell of her hair and the touch of her skin…but lately, these memories have started to fade away. Instead of them, all that seems to want to remain is that dreaded sense of doom as the wind whispers in my ear… "the end is near”.
By Xavier Peixoto5 years ago in Fiction
Locket of Hope
As the awaited detonation occurred; Reese curled up and held on tightly to the heart shaped locket. He could feel the floor underneath him tremble as if it were holding onto something too. The ground shook for another thirty seconds after the initial burst. After a minute of trying to pull himself together, Reese could finally stand up and check his surroundings. As he looked around the small florist shop, he saw the shattered windows, all the arrangements and vases all over the floor. This made him distraught about his love and hoped she was safe. Reese finally decided to walk out of the florist possessing a single rose. As he walked down the street, he saw all the devastation made by the nuke, cars up in flames, bodies of stragglers and even more destroyed businesses. He arrived at 25th street to his family’s general store and glancing into in it he sees all the shelves tipped over. He then thinks about his mother and father; he checks his phone…no service. Glances to the left outside of the door on the sidewalk and sees a bike that was in decent shape. He hopped on the bike and rides to his house. For the hour that he is pedaling he feels his father’s presence and remembers the times when they would ride bikes through the trails in the mountains; through all the streams and over that bridge going across the river. He hoped a month ago would not have been the last time he spent time with his father, but it certainly felt like it. By the time he got to the house, Reese was depressed and anxious to see his parents. As he pedals into the driveway and hops off, he sees a tree that landed through the middle of the house, laying through the living room, kitchen and his parents’ bedroom. He started sprinting to the front door that was untouched, he opened to find his mother kneeling down, sobbing. Laying in front of her was Reese’s father, taken by one of the rafters. Reese kneels beside his mother and holds her. After a while Reese leaves his mother there and heads back onto the bike. Searching for his girlfriend, he pedaled until he got to Briar Lynn High School and the sight of the building made Reese uneasy, but without much hesitation and a good grip on the locket, he ran into the front doors and down every hall. Until he heard alarming voices coming from the direction of the library, he then rushes to down the English hall to the last doors on the left. He then barged through the doors and he saw her, with a bookshelf on top of her and her study group trying to assist. Reese then rushed over to them and served with every muscle in his body to move the shelf. As Jane was freed, she had a glow in her eyes and as Reese helped her get onto her feet, he had a huge grin on his face, although Jane had a discomforting smile and sharp pain in her right arm. They stood there staring into each other's eyes, in tears, they embraced each other. After the minute of contact Reese stepped back and looked around… no one was there he then asked, “Where did they go?” and she replied,” Who? We are the only ones here.” Reese stood there looking around, confused. After a couple minutes of trying to figure out what happened he finally looked at Jane and said, "Jane... I am so glad you are okay...", he hands her the locket and the rose, "This is for you." he added. Jane struggled to open the locket, so he opens it for her. Reese hands it back, "I love you, Jane." She blushed and smirked as she gazed upon the small picture of them from their first date on the top of the Ferris wheel. She then looks up to him and says, "I love you too, Reese." He then grabs her by the waist and pulls her in for a kiss and she drops the heart shaped locket...
By Christen Schiel5 years ago in Fiction
