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When they came
I don't remember much of what my life was like before they came. I’ve been in this bunker for such a long time that the memory of what the sun felt like is fading away. There is however a memory that will forever be seared into my brain, that would be the day they came. I was nineteen at the time in a class looking out the window just wanting the day to end, when suddenly there was a sound that seemed to emerge from the sky. This sound was terrifying and it would be like the celestial trumpets described in the biblical apocalypse. Every hair on my neck was standing up to attention, I was scared, glued to my seat, I turned to my professor for some sort of reassurance but when I looked in her eyes all I saw was pure unadulterated fear. Suddenly the lights in the classroom went out and everything was pitch black. I remember looking in the direction of the window I had been staring out of and all I saw was darkness, there were screams of terror all around me and I was beginning to panic. I could not see anyone or distinguish any voice. I was just petrified; this has always been my biggest fear, being in total darkness. And just as I was getting ready to curl up in a ball the lights came back on. I looked in the direction of the window and the sky was red, the sun was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly we all got up in unison and headed towards the parking lot to our cars. I got into my car and locked my doors. Suddenly I heard a voice calling my name. This voice sounded familiar but at the same time it sounded unnatural. I used my rear view mirror and I remember seeing my grandmother, I refused to open the door though because whatever that thing was it certainly was not her. It had hollow pitch black eyes. I remember just igniting the car and driving away in the distance I could hear a horrible screeching. In the rearview mirror I saw a grey shadow-like creature. I held on to the heart shaped locket around my neck and sped home. As soon as I got to the driveway I ran into my home. There I found my family, they all had a wild look in their eyes, they were gathered looking at the news, there was a video of a gray shadow dragging people away. The broadcast was warning against approaching “people” calling your name. The journalist said “Not everything is what it seems”
By Aida Sanchez5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary Challenge
As Eona knelt on the cracked tile of the long decaying courthouse, with the morning sunlight leaking in through every opening it could find in the walls and roof acting like miniature spotlights, she could feel the jagged edges nearly piercing her skin. The barrel of a rusty, outdated .357, slowly inches toward her sweat-beaded forehead. She could barely catch her breath after being chased by a lone Rover for countless city blocks, which now mimic a dense forest invaded by the crumbling architecture of men long forgotten.
By Arle Santineau-Wager5 years ago in Fiction
Ever Kept
The metal is cold in my hands. The place in my chest where a heart beats is colder. Do I still have a heart? I have the locket. It's in the shape of a heart. I scoot a bit closer to the fire, squinting at the spear of light reflecting off the locket's polished gold surface. I start to open it, but my eyes cloud. I don't want to see what's inside. I want to see who is inside. I want them here, and seeing the pathetically small picture inside the locket will only serve to remind me that they aren't. In a fit, I yank it away from my neck, snapping the golden chain. I squeeze it so tightly, my knuckles turn white. I can't take it any longer. I flip the locket open, and pull it so close to my face that the glass fogs up from my breath.
By Emmet Mathieu5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Betrayal
The morning of 10 January 2060 brought no cheer. The tension in the war room was palpable. The President sat ashen-faced in his chair. His corn-gold wisps of hair clinging to his scalp. Nobody thought that this day would dawn, least of all the president. He belonged to an alternative reality. Where threats existed and were peddled only on paper. Never in his wildest dreams, even in his alternate reality, could he sense or smell the danger licking at our feet, as we paced around. The clock was swiftly ticking to the countdown. Everyone had eight hours to report back to the base or be left behind. For Forever!
By Mira Katyal5 years ago in Fiction
A Gasp
June 11th 10:15 PM His fingers wrapped around her neck like a snake, desperate and starving. She stared up into his yellowing eyes peering out through his pitch-black hair matted to his forehead. The smell of death lingered on his breath and blew into her face as he leaned in closer, hissing and spitting at her.
By Samantha A.R.Weaver5 years ago in Fiction
The Worth of Knowledge
He grew up in an orphanage with the same questions as many of the other orphans. He spent many days sitting on the front steps of the orphanage watching adults stroll past. He would see a man with a similar hair color and wonder, ‘Could that be my father?’ or a nice-looking lady who could tuck him in every night and think, ‘Maybe she’s my mother!’ All of his dreams were in vain, though, as no one ever came to rescue him from the filth and pain.
By Jentrian Hannes5 years ago in Fiction
The Phoenix
She stood there amongst the rubble, reminiscing on all that she had lost. Yet somewhere deep in her soul, she knew she was finally free. All she could see were the ashes she left behind. She was the phoenix, and she had finally embraced her truth. She rose from the devastation all around her with such confidence and ease while wearing her war paint as a reminder to herself. She wore her scars as a badge of honor because she knew despite all the darkness, the light that she had found during her battles was the same light that helped her escape. It was the same fire that this cruel world tried so hard to extinguish. Not many can fall like that and still find the courage to rise victoriously, and with such grace, nonetheless. And here she was. She was a mother, a lover, a pure soul with love to share, but she was also a warrior. She was a protector of light. She thought back to her family, her children... and she smiled because she knew that she had to be born into darkness in order to fully shine. She was sent here to break generational curses and that is exactly what she did. She was not perfect in any way, but she was beautiful, and she was more than enough. There is something about the phoenix that cannot fully be explained, but it sure is powerful to witness.
By Leslie Horsley5 years ago in Fiction
Under the Floorboards
Annie's eyes sprung open wide at the sound of loud knocking on the front door. She was tucked away in the secret bed her father made for her under the floorboards of their small home. It was just the two of them now. Her mother and two brothers died in the wave of outbreaks that took the lives of over half the population of Earth. She closed her eyes and quietly took a deep breath as she listened the sound of her father's footsteps heading across the floor to the front door.
By Arrow Daytree5 years ago in Fiction
Salvation
I glanced at Connor crouched next to me. He nodded, a half-smile on his face. I glanced at the SEC Bot beyond the rubble in front of us. Its lifeless eyes continuously scanned the surroundings as it stood motionless. I took a deep breath, nodded back at Connor, and the two of us bolted from the safety of our hiding spot, sprinting out away from each other, our paths forming a V from where we’d been safely nestled.
By Peter Kramer5 years ago in Fiction
