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No. 27
I could feel the heat rising from the corpse as I knelt. I took deep breaths while swallowing. Every six seconds, I forced myself to stop crying by closing my eyes. The streetlights' embers illuminated the evil we were confronting. I thought there might be red stains where blood would have spilled. Maybe a piece of an exposed organ. I saw nothing but black. The body was merely an indistinct form. It was far blacker than the asphalt it covered. As I noticed movement to the right, I drew my Glock reflexively. The radio's crackle overloaded my eardrum. I knew she was whispering, but I grumbled and turned down my radio as Jo muttered, "It's just rats. Massive rats. Through my scope, they look like toys. Jaxon, you should move. If you stay out there, you'll be noticed by anyone looking."
By Debaro Huyler 5 years ago in Fiction
Keep Going Strong
The air was thick with smoke, as flames tore through buildings. The sound of people screaming in pain and anguish pierced Freydis’s heart as she dodged between protestors holding signs, torches, and weapons of all sorts. What had started as a peaceful protest was becoming anything but. The soldiers had already begun shooting and setting fire to homes.
By Kathleen Dodge5 years ago in Fiction
The Changed
So many people have told the story of how our world ended, but every tale is different. Some say that the human race was at war with each other. Some say that the leaders of the world just wanted to start over. Others think that some sort of experiment went wrong and nearly wiped out all of humanity. No matter the story, the core concept is that humans were the cause, and the animals are the only ones who are genuinely surviving.
By Diana Cross5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of the Matter
Cecilia took a step forward into the rubble and reached down to pickup a small heart-shaped locket. She grabbed the chain and lifted the necklace to her eyeline. The locket was delicate and beautiful and looked so out of place surrounded by all this destruction.
By Jorden Turner5 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Locket Games
As he walked through the snowstorm he kept thinking, “What if.. What if I went to bed, and found myself kidnapped when I awoke. What if I froze in the midst of the storm. What if the earth hadn't got pushed away from the sun.” He pushed away the thoughts, and looked at the cougar, the cougar who kept me company, the one that was trying to adapt to the dropping temperature; just as he was. He didn’t know much about the cougar, only that it was a part of his family owned wildlife preserve. It didn’t let him get near it, but it also showed him no signs of hostility. He checked his thermometer, it had dropped four degrees from the day before. He hadn’t seen anyone since the temperature began dropping. On the first day, it nearly dropped fifty degrees fahrenheit, so everyone was freaking out. Due to that fact, his family wasn’t able to catch a plane back from their recent vacation. He wished the earth had stopped drifting, maybe even drifted a little towards the sun. In the distance he saw smoke of a newly-lit fire, this sight surprised him. He picked up his pace towards the smoke even though it seemed to be about half a mile away. When he arrived at the fire, he saw something so horrendous he fell backwards into the layers of snow. He got back up and looked at the sight, he saw a dead woman, left bleeding out and frozen in the snow. There was a stab wound on her back, not enough to kill her, but to paralyze her, letting her suffer. On the fire was the remains of a meal she was cooking, the murderer of this lady didn’t seem to want anything. On the woman’s left arm was an outline of a mountain, caused by a branding iron, the burning flesh still producing a little bit of steam, as if trying to fight against the cold weather. Next to her was a note, he picked it up and it read
By Chains Of Poetry5 years ago in Fiction
One Shot
"Wait!" The middle-aged man drew a relieved breath; the scent of mildew and mold from the dilapidated grocery store flooded his senses. It would appear the gunman was at least willing to listen to his plea. With his hands raised, he slowly inched his calloused hand over to his collar, and carefully removed a delicate heart-shaped locket. Keeping his eyes trained on his would-be executioner, he held up the trinket, showing that it was of no threat.
By Justin Walker5 years ago in Fiction
A Heart to Share
Their eyes open up as everything begins to settle down. The rumbles are no longer present and the environment has grown dark once again. The being’s gentle face looks around the room, eyes slowly adjusting to the lighting change. She rubs her eyes to try and focus, but her movement has only caught the attention of her peers.
By Justin Tackett5 years ago in Fiction
