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For Maria
It’s a blisteringly hot day as the flatbed truck pulls up to the bombed out shell that used to be a block of condos. Miraculously, a third of the building is still standing, although there’s no guarantee that it will remain so. The rest is a pile of concrete, wood and rebar. A cracked and weathered sign still stands, proclaiming this ruin ‘Greentree Condos.’
By Shannon Savino5 years ago in Fiction
Glint
Twinkle, twinkle little... He awoke. He was lying on a bed of pine needles and broken branches, the fallen victims of some concussive force. A giant hand that had swept through forest and swatted the life out of all of them. The pine needles. The branches. Him. The girls.
By Tim Bleigh5 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery That is Lauren
As Chris is lost in memory of his last day with Lauren, he remembers the details of that day such as his feelings of joy, riding in the car and the feeling of the sun on his face and the smell of Laurens car. As he lays on his bed playing with the old, gold necklace with a spinning heart pendant that Lauren gave him for his birthday. He gets a whiff of Laurens hair. Suddenly he is in a unfamiliar place that he does not recognize. As he looks around, he notices a sweatshirt Lauren always wears laying on the ground.
By Tyler M McGuire5 years ago in Fiction
The Unending Day
There used to be a day when there were 86,400 seconds in a day. Those days are gone now. The sun used to appear over the horizon in something called a "morning." Afterwards, it would dance across the sky for a "long time" before disappearing over the horizon. If anyone was lucky enough to catch the sun in its rising or setting, the sky would be filled with every color you could imagine. At least, that is what the original survivors say.
By Riley Dodson5 years ago in Fiction
The Dreamland
The Dreamtime They had been walking all day and the air was still cold even though they were headed to a warmer region. At ten years of age, this was the first time she was given the chance to join the elders in the hunt. She looked over at her older brother walking alongside her and he seemed very tired at the moment but she knew better as he was just saving his energy for the chance to make a kill and help their people back home. The group had to make their way further and further south each year as animals were becoming scarcer up north.
By Robert Sepulveda5 years ago in Fiction
Phase Four
Maureen peered out from behind her mother’s long skirt. Everything here was alien; all the girls running around wore the same white blouse and bottle-green skirt she had on, the same knee-high socks, but they shouted and screeched like she never did. She watched one of them pull another’s long, dangling plait.
By TheSpinstress 5 years ago in Fiction
Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown
I will always describe my inauguration day as sunny. The Department of the Interior, in consultation with the Pentagon and Homeland Security, had erected a metal riser on the west front lawn of the Capitol building. It was shiny, and hot, and it reflected the sun like a mirror held up to a hill of ants. The ants, or rather, my constituents, spilled out across the National Mall like an endless, roiling sea. I kept glancing at them out of the corner of my eye. At the time, I thought record numbers of spectators had shown up to watch the first woman president say, “I do.” My vice president congratulated me on it. The calm, steady presence I’d needed to win the election flashed his TV anchor smile and told me that it was a proud day for America. His James Dean haircut, flecked with just enough gray to be dignified, told me he was probably right. I tried to believe him as the chief justice read me the oath, but my hand, placed delicately atop Lincoln’s Bible, kept twitching.
By Anna C Allison5 years ago in Fiction
Dystopian Heart
Shots rang through the air, causing Avery to shoot up from his bed and interrupting his much-needed sleep. He walked over to the wall, peering out from a hole caused by the decaying drywall and wood. He noted that the shots seemed to be coming from a few blocks over. This event was unfortunately nothing new to him. After realizing he wasn’t going to be getting any more shuteye for the day, he started to get ready for the day to come.
By David Kohnke5 years ago in Fiction
27.9647° N, 82.5206° W
December 24th, 2086. 27.9647° N, 82.5206° W Morana walks along Route 92, past signs that read “Hillsborough County” and “Tampa International Airport.” She glances over a landscape of burnt cars and shattered glass, now permanently parked along this once busy highway.
By Amanda Rosenblatt 5 years ago in Fiction
A Kingdom Has Falling
It all started about a year ago when the princess Heart Locket was lost, she was out playing in the woods with her best friend when she realized her locket was gone. Oh no she said what's wrong dare princess said her best friend Dylin the jester, my locket it gone. Oh no princess this could be bad. I know said princess Heaven.
By Denise Garrett5 years ago in Fiction
Bound
The trip to the Annual Trade this year was different form before. I was asked to join the head family of the coven. Lilite, Andreo's daughter and only pure-breed heir, asked me to wear my one formal dress. I found this very odd. It had been maybe one hundred years since the last time I wore it. And the last time I had worn it, attention I did not ask for nor want was given. Lilite was excitedly blabbering on about how the Trade would be for the best Prize(s) yet. I would smile or where it called for it but on the inside I had a feeling that this year with me being allowed to speak more freely, I would overstep my welcome. We started going through the human cities. This was always my favorite part of the trip. The lights looked like stars in some towns and fireflies in the cities. I would see all the colors of rainbows everywhere. People would be smiling and laughing until we would pass. Then all the happiness would drain and you could see the pure terror creep into their expression. " Zapphire! We're there, " the shrillness jarred my attention back to Lilite. That's when I heard the music. We removed ourselves from the transportation. I allowed the family to go in front of me to show I was still not an "equal". Lilite was apparently having no part of it, grabbed my arm and was just about dragging me into the theater. When we were inside I finally spoke, " Okay. I get it. stick with you all." She started chuckling and nodding as she let go. The hostess escorted our head family to an assigned booth along the wall. I was the last to take my seat just as the lights dimmed to a spot light.
By Cody Kennedy5 years ago in Fiction
