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The Locket Closes
07/21/2045 “This is all I have… I have nothing else. Just take it... Please.” The Tinker evaluates the man in front of his counter. A sandy shemagh concealing the man’s face, the Tinker’s brow furrows. The man’s voice sounded vaguely familiar, like a lost memory of a friend in another life. The man was old, that much the Tinker could deduct from the man’s posture and voice. His arm outstretched, the man held out a small heart shaped locket. The Tinker stared at it for a moment as revelation set in.
By Alexander Randazzo5 years ago in Fiction
Warrior Wings
The day started as a cold wet mess. The morning fog hung low around the abandoned buildings. The dew clung to the ground and its stickiness was felt in the dirt. Visibility was limited as looming shadows showed remnants of multiple accidents, pieces of metal strewn sporadically about. There were many footsteps searching for help and pattering around in panic.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD5 years ago in Fiction
Venomous
The rain fell hard as everything around the city began to burn down to the ground, fighting to put out the fire. People running for cover as the military soldiers came marching in one by one, throwing gas bombs in every direction toward the masses, using gas masks to protect themselves from getting knocked out or even killed with the noxious gas. Pulling my hood over my head, I followed them in the darkness of the shadows, snatching a stray gas mask left behind on the ground.
By Adrian Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
Across Reality
I think. I’ve the need to gouge my eyes out but lack the ability. So, I think. The last thing available to me, essentially a brain in a jar. If I could write my thoughts, I would. But I think, in hopes that some connectedness exists between minds, perhaps through time or across realities. Something within me reassures; my thoughts will be written. Somewhere, sometime. Almost like I feel the author’s fingers typing now, that feeling reassures that I can commune. With somebody. Finally.
By Henry Herzberg5 years ago in Fiction
These Days
As the sun descended from its apex, a small flicker danced off her chest. She was standing on top of a hill near a cliff carved from crashing debris. I was only several feet below her, but she hadn’t noticed me. In another time I would have waved and said hello. But now everything is approached with caution. A “hello” is different these days.
By Nick Ioanna5 years ago in Fiction
Ode to Sawyer
The faint pitter patter of footsteps echo in a deserted alley complimented by sounds of clanging tin and ruffling plastic bags. A small boyish figure, draped in rags, stood not 4 feet tall. This frail figure rummaged through any container or building that might produce something he could eat. Trifling through cupboards, trash bins and the like. By our standards he may have been 7 or 8 by this time.
By Brandon McCullah5 years ago in Fiction
The Aftermath of the New World
Life is full of rollercoasters, journeys, and destinations that we seek into this world. Everything in this world is temporary and will no longer be existent once it becomes devoured. The things that we once stressed out for will be meaningless. Fame, wealth, hunger, and sorrow will officially cease. But how will you survive the apocalypse? Will you make it into the new world? Even in death, energy cannot be created nor destroyed. So we can turn our energies into anything that we can bring to the next world! Remember, our souls will live on but our temporary bodies won’t.
By Dominique Lam5 years ago in Fiction
The City and the Locket
It sparkled through the mud as though all the grime in the world couldn't dim it. That's how my father would tell the story to us, late at night, huddled around a chemical torch. I wondered if the locket had really shone like that, if it had really sparkled. My father swore it did.
By Davin Hall5 years ago in Fiction
