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Crematorium Seventeen
Sweat rolled down Desmond’s forehead as he began to reset cremation chamber four, preparing it for its task for the eighth time today. It was nothing more than one of six industrial furnaces converted to help rid the city of criminal elements. Desmond ran one of many Crematoriums set up in such a fashion, his facility was responsible for dealing with wall hoppers caught in his district. The soldiers that protected the cities borders rounded them up as they tried to exit or enter the city walls without clearance, and Desmond processed, then disposed of the remains after the soldiers were done with them.
By Jarred S Baker5 years ago in Fiction
The Lovers
"Help me baby! they have me!" Her voice woke him out of a deep slumber. Panicked, he feverishly looked around. The cabin was ransacked. He was beaten up pretty badly, but he could still move. He clutched the locket in his hand, and when he did her voice whispered in his ear. "Come save me baby."
By Kyle shick5 years ago in Fiction
Muse
“Weak” by SWV is playing on JBL speakers that are placed in someone's window across the street as teens chat around the stoop laughing and giggling with each other. A girl runs in the middle of the street as the water from the fire hydrant sprays behind her and she sings “Your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off of my feet...can’t explain why your love, it makes me weak.” Victoria, sitting on her stoop alone, watches the girl in the yellow and blue striped shirt with her jean shorts singing in the water. The other teens laugh and cheer her on, although her singing voice isn’t that great. In fact, Victoria thought of her voice to be quite of an annoyance. However, she notices the girl’s undeniable beauty behind the sprinkles of the water. Unlike Victoria, the girl’s lips were soft and plumped, her hair was a loose curl pattern, her skin is a mocha complexion, and she could wear anything she wanted without someone telling her she looked fat. Victoria’s skin tone is darker, some people would call her “midnight” or “turd,” her hair is usually in two frizzy puffs, and she wears hand-me-down clothes that are way too big for her size. Mama Pea, Victoria’s grandmother, watches all of the children frolic around. The scorching dry air of the summer itches everyone’s skin. “Go play in the water. I see you sweatin’ in dem clothes.” Mama Pea says.
By Ashley Nicole Bourne5 years ago in Fiction
My Mother Saved Me
I am running, for my life. I don't know what day or even what month it is. The ground is hard and cold under my bare feet. The sun is either going down or just coming up because it is barely light out. There's trees everywhere, and I'm tripping on the fallen branches, stuck up roots, and vast amount of dried leaves. I am so tired but my adrenaline is boosting me forward. I see what looks like an abandoned building up ahead.
By Kaysha Mock5 years ago in Fiction
Murky Fate
The fate of anyone facing their last moments is to watch the events that made them. As I embrace my imminent demise, I think back on my short existence on this planet- heart shaped locket clutched in my hands. The locket I refused to give up, the small trinket that set me free, the gift that ensured my execution.
By Jessica Williams 5 years ago in Fiction
