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Some Go, Some Stay
“I don’t understand why you always have to do things like this,” Kate said aloud, when she got Olivia’s text. She was alone, standing under the ash tree in her yard, watching the stained glass window of leaves swishing above her head. A bird spiraled in the sky, churning in a whirlpool of wind. The wind might gradually be wearing out life’s seams, but it seemed like a living thing itself, turning leaves into birds, and birds into slowly pirouetting leaves. Below her feet, a network of wooden arms spread, extending their fingers as far into the earth as they could reach, secure from the death billowing above. Kate touched the bark and imagined herself falling into the comfort of the steady black earth.
By Micaela Daney5 years ago in Fiction
Heart In A Locket
Jackson was walking threw a field of corn stumbling, tripping over roots and stems wondering if he was ever to make it out the other side of the field. Shortly after having the thought he was greatly lost he saw a gap, the corn field widely opened onto a sea of lush green grass with an abandoned town not to far down. "Well now that is a relief, hopefully i am lucky and stumble across some fresh water" Jackson sighed to himself. He made his way down to the abandoned town, as he walked threw the streets a subtle eeriness crept over him.
By Kieran Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
DIS.DAIN
It may have been the weather that gave it away. The sun shone brightly, and although Simi could almost taste the smell of the pink rose sitting in her lap or feel the sand crunching between her toes, she felt cold, and the goosebumps on her forearms were proof that it was anything but warm.
By Parti Pris5 years ago in Fiction
Triggers
“Do you think this is better? “Excuse me? “You know, all of this. Do you think it is better than before?” The man next to me on the city bus motioned toward the luscious green scenery surrounding us out the window. "Did you see they are reconnecting the city lines?"
By Hillary Stacey5 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Self
Start David remembered. More vividly this time he remembered both sides now. There was holes throughout his torso, patterned with the scorch marks across the skin from those poor helpless souls, walking bags of steel and memory from a time where no true mind still reached. He could still feel the gore soaking through his skin. The memories he was never supposed to see. All of the things that it had kept from him. Where he was from. How he was made. What he really was. How more were made. And how it grew. How the core used all people itself to grow. And how it would keep going. The sounds in his head were deafening, like opening two worlds at the same time, opening your eyes in two separate places and seeing both at the same time. But this was finally him. His life was more than hunting his kin, was more than hunting men and women and children to strip them down to fuel for the fire to feed this monster, and ones and zeros for the AI to process. To grow. To become ' complete.' He felt it pushing memories of a family he had never had, had never belonged to into his mind, it screaming for control with no more options, no more abominations of man and metal it command to end him now. It had two options with him now. Either win control, or self destruct the building, and shield itself in the way down. Protect itself so it could rebuild, without losing all progress. Without losing itself. David felt the life spilling out of him, painting the floor and walls where he touched with an inky darkness. And as he wheezed from breathless lips, he knew he would make a third option. He stepped into the room, and the world went black.
By Neil Korera5 years ago in Fiction
Something Domestic
ITS MONDAY EVENING and your girl is finally off work. That open mic night won’t be seeing me. Sometimes you just have to say no and liberate your time spent to be focused on you and that's exactly what I plan to do, which is NOTHING. I quickly sign out of my computer and quietly rush my behind toward the elevators. There are four of them, yet sadly, two of them seem to only run during specific times of the day: kind of sketchy if you really think about it. I push the down arrow to call for my silver chariot to whisk me away from this glass dungeon we call a building. Ding! The elevator doors slide open immediately and alert the whole floor that I’m leaving ten minutes earlier than I should be. I scan my surroundings to make sure I’m in the clear then enter and press the button forty-two times to quickly descend down to the garage. Shower, eat, meditate, rest – sounds like my type of night! The random stranger shuffles in the corner of the elevator causing me to jump in surprise. We make awkward eye contact and nod in salutation. Shit, was I speaking out loud? Was he there the whole time? My cheeks get warm and I try to shake the embarrassment that probably only exists in my mind. I’m lifted from my thoughts by the blaring ringtone coming from my bag. I begin to look for it inside the disorganization and hit the first button I can feel to silence it. The doors slide open again and I’m out. I make my way to the car and pull out of the garage remembering I need to pick up a few things to eat tonight.
By Jasmine Harness5 years ago in Fiction
