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Doppelganger
DOPPELGANGER I heard a scream, a screeching of brakes, voices that were yelling in alarm, but dulled by the throbbing in my ears, then I knew no more. The yellow sedan that had hit me as I crossed the street finally came to a halt over my prostrate form.
By Crispian Deacon5 years ago in Fiction
The Unlatching
The crescent moon was reminiscent of a Persian scythe in shape, its illuminating light scathed the night's stars and the piercing moonlight could lead one to believe an owl had flown overhead. Lilith, the preponderant succubus's pale reflection riding the waves protruded by ripples of pitch black, and yet, intruded with near-infinite sands of clay underneath. Dread be the wars man bred and locked into prior to yesterday's baring age has finally chased the sun's sanity to the other side of this quaint realm giving the sky a chance to remember the beauty of what was, the oceans, prior to the late Earth and its belonging consequences. Should the seas rise as much as temper's of Zeus a well placed dam should be built to keep safe the town from the repercussions of evening's descent. For all that is divine will remain as long as divinity is not disrupted, shall this oath be gone against, may the mountains perish and their corresponding spirits return to the seas like the grains of sand, the motion's erosion.
By Klay Alan Duncan5 years ago in Fiction
Light in the Darkness
My weathered hands began to shake as I reached out, slowly, towards the old wooden door, creaking lazily in the light, pre-dawn breeze. This has to be the place, I thought while checking diligently over each shoulder for any sign of approaching danger. Despite the dark, almost black, goggles covering my eyes I still had to squint as the sun hit that perfect, piercing point over the silent, vast horizon. The eerie quiet of the barren hills I had spent three nights traversing, now seemed to reach out hungrily toward me. Was that a whisper..? I felt a sudden unease from what I had, at first, thought was a benign gust of wind. I felt like prey being watched. Turning to face the drystone shack, which was beginning to crumble and lean away from decades of neglect and the slow march of crusading weeds, I took a deep breath and pulled.
By Liam Mark Lowther5 years ago in Fiction
What Happens After Dark
Today is the 20th Anniversary of when we finally found peace in our world. It's not something we celebrate. Simply, something we acknowledge. I'm tying my shoes while uncle Red tells me in a low voice: “Ya know, Jill, your daddy was involved in that dispute all those years back.” Red has a toothpick between his massive buck teeth. “Oh, hun, don’t listen to him. We don’t need to be talkin’ much about the past.” Aunt Pat waves off my silly uncle and continues to chop carrots for the stew. “Aunt it’s alright if I head to town tonight, right? I want to say hi to Billy.” Billy has been one of my greatest friends from a young age. His long red hair is what he’s known for at Study.
By Dalilah Trujillo5 years ago in Fiction
The End
Near the start of the 23rd century, the world was in chaos, a literal hell on Earth, in which the majority of civilization had completely collapsed. Governments of the world sought their seat of power to rule all nations, resulting in everyone's worst fears...using biological weapons of mass destruction, leaving the survivors horribly mutated, looking more like monsters rather than human beings. I was one of the survivors, with only minor mutations on my left leg and arm. I remember a time when I had a happy home life, a wife and children, yet only memories are left now there in my thoughts of what was, having only a crude, slightly faded photo of my wife Juliette, whom I miss so much. Juliette and my children died almost instantly, when the first series of missiles exploded right above our town, releasing their deadly toxins into the environment, which choked the air of all oxygen, causing heavy internal bleeding and horrifying eruptions on the skin. I was out on an expedition at the time, at an archaeological site underground. I had heard a loud explosion outside the cave and I went to investigate, only to be shocked by what I saw, the sky had turned a scarlet red color, and there was this foul odor I couldn't place. I proceeded to run back to my Jeep a short distance away, when all the sudden, this odd triangular shaped object was falling out of the sky towards me completely on fire, leaving a trail of smoke behind it. I turned and ran as fast as could back to the cave entrance, yet I was a little late, the object pierced the ground behind me with an explosive force as I ran, sending fragments my way, throwing me onto the ground just short of the cave. I was hurt, writhing in pain, my left arm felt like it was burning, I could see open sores and lumps forming on my leg where fragments burned my pants. These sores became swollen quite quickly, and were leaking blood and puss, as I was having trouble breathing. What happened? I wondered to myself. Still in horrible pain, yet alive, I made it back to my Jeep, only to find it would not start. Little did I know at the time, it was the beginning of the end of civilization as I knew it. In the past, decades ago I remember reading about a pandemic in the twenty first century that shocked the world, causing many deaths and sickness in every country, whom eventually recovered from the sickness through multiple doses of a vaccine. It was a deadly abomination created in a lab, which escaped unknowingly into a human host, circling the globe in a very short time. I never thought it would come to this. I had also read about these biological weapons governments of the world were currently creating, but using these were of a very last resort, for like a demon in the form of a deadly cloud, would completely break down civilization, destroying all life...and so it seems, it finally happened...the end of the world as I've always known it. As I started to cough up blood, I pulled myself to a standing position and reached in my pocket for the photo of Juliette, looking at her, remembering the golden heart shaped locket she wore that day, that contained photos of our kids, whom I also miss very dearly. I had bought her the heart shaped locket on our fifteenth wedding anniversary...oh how I miss her and the kids so much. I wondered how I would survive? the air is toxic, causing me to cough up blood if I stay out in it too long. I couldn't even head home to see if my family was still alive, living on plants, crickets and what water I might find deep in the cave, which seemed to be the only thing pure left, for even the trees and all other plants outside were dying...I was only supposed to be gone for a day...is there anyone left? I decided to take what I could from the Jeep and head deeper into the cave, hoping to find another exit further away, the air in there was not as toxic and perhaps I would survive...there has to be someone still alive, somewhere...all the while remembering Juliette and the kids and how happy she was when I gave her the heart shaped locket.
By Marcus Lamoreaux5 years ago in Fiction
Hunting Upstream
This story immediately follows Lockets Full of Instructions. Robin keeps fiddling with that heart shaped locket that Doc gave her. She hasn't said much since we left town. I'm never gonna get used to calling it that. Towns seem like such a foreign concept now. I remember towns, and what's left out there ain't them. But we have one. Doc made that place a home, and we made it a town, and now we have to go to war for it. This better be the shortest war in the history of the God damn planet. I'm sick of this Mad Max bullshit.
By John Dodge5 years ago in Fiction
The White Castle
Bella stepped out of the gilded golden carriage, which was drawn by a team of five majestic white Pegasus, onto a platform that could only have been made of clouds and magic. Grinning, she rushed through the towering gates, made of shimmering clouds, onto a gravel path that wound through the cloudy forest.
By Jaina Maternowski5 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
Sandra My reality doesn't seem real. It's been 5 years, 2 weeks, and 3 days since my entire world collapsed. It took me about a year to fully accept that it wasn't just my world that collapsed but the world; the entire globe, normal one second, total upheaval the next. Or at least that's how it felt.
By Midwest Mama5 years ago in Fiction
