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What It actually is
It lights a candle, all the illumination it is permitted in its small abode. It shuffles to its bed and lays down. It sighs as it remembers its daily routine. Honesty: the others revealed their innermost darkest truths at it, reveling in describing its birthed failures, its fated uselessness, and its entrenched frustrations. Relief: it approached its designated hole and proceeded to perform the mandated acts of physical humiliation. Faith: it listened to regurgitated absolutes of its divinely appointed place in society.
By Miguel Garcia5 years ago in Fiction
A Game of Hide and Seek
Most little girls Heidi's age kept diaries to write about their own lives, dreams, and passions. Heidi's diary was different. It held none of her own stories. Instead, the diary was a never-ending book that held the literal lives of anyone who found her. It was not her own in the sense of having her stories written inside the delicate pages, it was hers because she was the reason it existed.
By Keana Cole5 years ago in Fiction
The Advancements
We all have them. Tattoos on our thumbs. No one has ever figured out the codes; dashes and dots. But we suspect its on our thumbs not only for identification, but it details what we are ‘allowed’ to do, according to the new legislature. Plus, makes it nearly impossible to replicate. They are much smarter than us, that’s for sure.
By Roberta DeAndrade5 years ago in Fiction
Oasis Somewhere
Oasis Somewhere by Matthew Simmons “Okay, stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Four nuns walk into confessional. The first goes in and starts, ‘father forgive me for I have sinned.’ Then the priest goes ‘how have you sinned my child’ and she replies ‘I’ve had impure thoughts about men. ‘Say five Hail Mary’s and wash your hair in the holy water basin my daughter’ says the priest and she leaves and the next comes in. This time ‘I have gazed impurely on a man’s body father,’ and he goes, ‘Say ten Hail Mary’s and wash your eyes in the holy water. When the second nun leaves the priest hears arguing outside the confessional, so he steps out to see what’s going on and he sees nuns three and four are heated. Nun four says, I don’t care what he says, I’m not washing my mouth out with that water after you!’ Kyla finishes her joke as she climbs over a beat-up old Honda Civic on blocks. There was no laugh from her audience, the stuffed bear dangling from the back of her backpack. Her father never wanted her to know crass jokes like that but the engineer, Mr. Bartley knew hundreds of them by heart. When they made supply runs, Mr. Bartley was sure to tell at least two dirty jokes. One going and, one coming back and at some point they just stuck, but that was five years ago. Mr. Bartley lives only in those jokes now, and Kyla knows at least half of them. Half alive is better than not alive at all right?
By Matthew Simmons5 years ago in Fiction
A Locket For Harper
The razor clattered to the floor, blood flew off of it as the kinetic energy from the fall quickly rushed into the liquid, sending off a shower of crimson droplets. Ralph looked at himself a moment longer in the bathroom mirror, regret suddenly coursing through him. Imbued with a voracious desire for life, he reached down toward the razor, intending to cut his shirt into a tourniquet of sorts.
By Liam Randall5 years ago in Fiction
Hushed
When people predicted what the apocalypse would be, they often said we would go out with a BANG… They could not have been more wrong. The end of society came as quietly as the silent void of space. Some think it was virus, others think it was a government experiment gone wrong , but everyone agrees it was hell. I guess it didn’t really matter how it started, but we called it The Hush. One day, before I was born, people started waking up with progressively worse hearing until they went completely deaf. Governments tried containing it, but no one could figure out how it spread. Eventually, the whole world had been affected, and not a single person was left with the ability to hear. At first, society adjust easily with their sophisticated technology, but things soon deteriorated. The 3rd world countries were the first to fall as people went mad from the silence. Soon enough others around the world began losing their minds too. Most lost their minds in the loneliness and they committed suicide, while others went so crazy they became maniacal killers. The latter would form groups of savage animals we called The Maniacs, they’d go around taking all their rage out on other people, even their own. However, a small percentage kept going trying to carry on what was left of society, my parents included.
By John Hedley5 years ago in Fiction
The Attack
Maesyn Mercia lay awake in bed, fiddling with the gold, heart shaped locket around her neck; her thoughts on the last words her mother spoke to her. “Don’t trust them”, she had said as she pressed the locket into Maesyn’s hand. She had never seen her mother or father again after that night. They had gone with the men in suits who had knocked on their door. Maesyn’s mother had told her and Jamie to hide until they were gone and not to try and follow them. Maesyn glanced up at the bed above her where her little brother slept.
By Hilary Dettorre5 years ago in Fiction
The Highway
Kimimila slid from her horse’s back, her moccasins whispering through the tall prairie grass as she led the buckskin towards the long line of rusted cars that went as far east and west as her eyes could see. She heard the hoofbeats of another horse and turned to see Wicapi on her sturdy gray.
By Kristen Hill5 years ago in Fiction
