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“The Heart-shaped Locket”
“The Heart-shaped Locket” It all happened so fast. One minute, everything was fine; the next minute, everything was chaos. I was in history class watching a documentary on George Washington when it happened. Well, I should say, I was supposed to be watching a documentary on George Washington, but instead was staring out the window enjoying the beautiful, baby blue sky when, suddenly, the sunny sky turned blood red. Then, without warning, a massive meteorite crashed into the side of the school with an ear-piercing crunch. The next thing I knew, teachers and students were running down the halls while screaming their heads off. Some people were bleeding from various parts of their bodies, and some were even missing limbs. As I watched the gruesome scene unfolding in front of me, I comforted myself by grasping the heart-shaped locket that my mom had given me right before she died earlier this year and thought to myself, what the fuck is going on?! Thankfully, my history teacher was able to hold his composure during the madness. As he scanned his room of terrified students, he calmly said,
By Dillon Baribeau5 years ago in Fiction
Civilization of Oppression
The year 2531. Humanity had finally succeeded with colonizing Mars. For the past four hundred years, Earth and Mars have been under the rule of the Midnight Empire. Overlord Arthur Cedrix had been driven to madness with power. Once he rose to power, Earth had become a research facility and a prison. It was a barren wasteland. Humanity escaped to Mars in an attempt to escape his wrath, however, one of Cedrix’s henchmen had caught word of this and he immediately expanded his empire and began to take over Mars just as he took over Earth.
By Jonathan Mirau5 years ago in Fiction
Apocolies
As a young girl who is surviving the end of the world I have learned some things. Such as food is hard to find in large stores and that axes take longer to kill zombies. Yes you heard me right. Zombies, Z-O-M-B-I-E-S. Brain and flesh eating maniacs who wouldn't care if you were as sinless as a nun, you were still going to be their next meal. This put people in a panic and caused the world to fall to shit. Big cities took it the hardest because they were so densely populated. Which sucks donkey balls because I live in Chicago. Most of my family didn't survive, just me and my twin brothers, Conner and Jasper. We have been staying in an abandoned Costco which is easy to protect from the rafters which is where we sleep. Yet one morning that changed.
By Paige Franklin5 years ago in Fiction
Quartz Quarter Plans
Lelia lingered at the school gate, waiting for Tanner. Students pushed past her, laughing and making afternoon plans. Lelia glanced down at the heart-shaped locket at her neck. Absentmindedly she snapped it open to reveal the watch face underneath. 3:05.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
Gusts
The people she works with are not her friends. Her job is cruel. Her dream is selfish. She was feigning sleep the entire ride. The others believed that she was trying to avoid talking to them, just another example of her tasteless, antisocial behavior. That wasn’t the case at all; she was in fact counting the seconds until her next breath. The stale, musty air that the air-conditioner was pumping out was testing how strong her gag reflex was. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty - inhale. She was cringing on the inside, by being around these people in close quarters. The ones from the Fourth State were dirty to her.
By Camila Salinas5 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Ones
My name is Annabelle; it is February 25th, 2299, in Seattle, Washington. It has been almost one hundred years since shit got bad. Global warming has pushed the earth to its breaking point. Since sometime in the early 2000s, the ice caps started melting, causing the waters to rise. We are drowning, slowly. Most of the buildings are submerged several stories under the water if I am to guess. The water causes the city to be damp and chilly most of the time. My mom told stories about her great-grandma living in Seattle. She said it was raining almost always and when the sun did shine, well it didn’t. I dream a lot about what life was like before; we drive around in a car, looking up at the giant skyscrapers, and just being together. Now the only places I see are that of my people struggling to survive. It is not so bad, though; I belong to a small group of young outcasts all in their teens and twenties. We all have the same stories, parents dying, abandoning us, and some of us are still trying to find our way.
By Kylie Arneson5 years ago in Fiction
The Upload
Prologue: In the year 3000, the implants were put in. It was a small little chip not bigger than a quarter that they inserted onto the brain stem at the base of the brain. It was the next logical step in technology, I guess. We already had e-phones, e-pods, e-watches, e-cups, e-TVs, the e-homes etc. Tech had invaded our lives and just like the other things, the implant was a way to make life easier and more sustainable. Honestly, I can still remember the commercials now. “It’s not about you it’s about the environment. ” and “Let’s make life better for others so that living is better for all of us.” To be fair, I got one to cause just like all things that are new it was beautiful and very convenient. For example being able to text without a device or making a call without a phone. More upgrades kept coming every year it was something new to be added to it and then one day it started... the upload.
By Hidden Creativity5 years ago in Fiction
The glint of hope
As the sun rises in the valley, he pulls out his rifle. He ran out of bullets for it some time ago, but he still could use the scope. Pointing it towards the mountain, he centers it on his prize; an old buick. It has been rusting in this constant, acidic rain, but there was a glint of something gold.
By Pedro Rivera5 years ago in Fiction
A Queen's Gambit
"Again, thank you for giving me shelter. This incessant deluge will be the end of me. Now, what do I owe you?" "Don't worry about it!" chuckled the scruffy, blonde haired youth. "Besides, it looks like the storm's finally breaking up. It's not often I get visitors, err, contact, at all really."
By Tim Wright5 years ago in Fiction
