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Voyage Of La Bailarina. Top Story - June 2021.
Voyage Of La Bailarina Bella’s hands shook as she fastened the rigging in place. The swells over Old Cuba rolled higher as clouds swirled above. She knew not whether her hands shook from hunger, fear, or anticipation. Two fish a day in the belly of an eleven-year-old girl amounted to nothing. The hunger plagued her with shaking hands, belly pains, and a dull ache behind her eyes. With a storm on the horizon, fear filled the empty place between her last fish and her longing for the next. Dark brown eyes, full of hope, scanned the eastern horizon.
By Michael Sean5 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Child
If you’re going to top the world’s most wanted list, I guess the end of the world is the time to do it. With so few people left there’s at least a chance of flying below the radar. Those of divinity still have their ways, I’m sure, but with the protection placed on my mother’s old locket, I’ve been able to avoid their gaze for now. The arcane ruins patterned across the arches of this tiny golden heart keep them from prying and scrying through traditional means, and with urban technology all but erased from this plane I am practically invisible. Most will have forgotten my face by now; only the stories remain of the one who ended it all, of this I’m certain.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Fiction
THE DAY OF THE UNKNOWN
As I remember, it was July of 2015 when the happenings all began. How could I ever forget. In one day half the population of the world disappeared. I woke up on that faithful day to the sound of planes going overhead. The road I lived on was usually quiet but not this day. It appeared whatever happened shook the very foundation of the whole earth.
By Janice Hinty5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
It has been two weeks since my last contact with NASA. There is no way I can see this mission through without support to assist me with shortages. I will starve to death. I lay in bed holding the heart shaped locket my wife's mother gave her before she went to college. Two weeks later her mother was killed. Three months after that she was pregnant and dropped out of school. She loved this locket for it's sentimental value but wanted to get rid of it because she said it was bad luck. Since I don't believe in luck, I told her I would take it and leave it on Mars. That way it would never bother her again and she wouldn't feel guilty for getting rid of it herself.
By Scott Sinderson5 years ago in Fiction
The High Keeper - Part 2
‘Is this the home of the Hasufels?’ He asked again. ‘Y-yes.’ My mother answered with a quiver in her voice. The knight smiled broadly, clapping his immense hands together in triumph, looking at me briefly as he walked past me into the cottage.
By Ashley Somogyi5 years ago in Fiction
One Sweet Day
Opening my eyes, for a moment, everything seemed the same. The sun peeked through the curtains and kissed my cheeks. The pillows hugged me perfectly from memory. The alarm clock on the nightstand clicked over and blared the relaxing melody of crashing ocean waves my water sign needed to start my day off right. It was never needed because I always woke up five minutes before the event and just lay there thinking, and even this could not help today.
By Nailah Robinson5 years ago in Fiction
Burning Petrichor
Silence reigned, broken only by the sharp pants of exhaustion ringing within the empty space. The moon shone down through the gaps in the ceiling soaring overhead, pathetic shelter from the soon-to-be downpour, acrid on the wind but for now invisible in the sky above. The woman’s breath hitched once, twice, and then fell silent. Her reaching hand flexed towards the child and dropped, landing amongst the grit and dirt of the decaying building.
By S Wilkinson5 years ago in Fiction
Mary's Girl
The beginnings of the Democratic National Workers Party can be traced to May 2013 when the United States Executive Administration systematically waged war on those Journalists it deemed a threat and silenced them without even a whimper of protest from the National Press that hired them. Before then, the Press had been an extension of the Political Parties providing their own form of propaganda and misinformation. 2013 though, was the turning point when the National Press went from being a messenger to an active participant in the direction the United States was to head. The cost was only a few Journalists careers, their lives, and their ethics.
By Jason Burnham5 years ago in Fiction
