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Valerie’s Locket
I remember the day that the world fell. The chaos, the fire, the screams. No one was ready for it. Brimstone erupted from all the world’s volcanoes within just a week. Fire spread easily, like dust on a breeze. Acid rained down from the sky. Panic multiplied faster than any pandemic that had ever trotted the globe.
By A.D. Prince 5 years ago in Fiction
A Mermaid’s Story Retold
I have always been drawn to the ocean. There is vast beauty in the shades of blue, green and every colour in between. The currents can be as gentle as a whisper or as fierce as a volcano. The sea breeze brushes away cobwebs of my mind and brings new life. There is simple joy of collecting seashells and pebbles on a beach and on occasion finding a starfish. Like the little mermaid I felt drawn to another world. The world I imagined was deep within the sea. Its story conjured up ideas of living in a temple and exploring the ancient lands with the creatures in the sea. I have since come to discover a new meaning from my childhood connection to the mermaid story and the sea. I feel a belonging with the ocean, and it is from this place that I have reinvented the mermaid story. In my story there is a shift towards taking responsibility and care for our environment, and to protect the sea and all the creatures who live within in it. There is an emphasis on the power of an individual to influence the collective. There is a move away from the stereotypical roles given to gender, and instead there is a focus on the empowerment of the human spirit. I want this story to inspire the imagination of children and adults. I want people to believe that they too can listen and tell stories whispered to them from the sea. Children have a sense of wonder in the beauty and simplicity of the world around us. They can teach grownups what it means to be present and look after the earth we inhabit. I hope this story speaks to you as much as it does to me.
By Haseena5 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Heart
Rubble and broken glass scatter the roads. Alarms from crushed cars trill in the distance. Chaos pulsed through the air, change now definite. Well, that’s how it’s been from the beginning, full of chaos.
By Sara Elizabeth5 years ago in Fiction
Order
I jolt forward awaken by rustling leaves. I prop myself up on the tree I was sleeping against. How did I get into this mess? I grab my backpack from beside the tree and take out an old silver heart-shaped locket. Why did you give this to me, mother? What did you want me to do? Hurt washes over me as I remember the night that the world had shut down. Everything had happened so quickly. My mother gave me the locket and told me to run east in the woods. She acted as if she knew what was happening. Did she?
By Hailee Fulper5 years ago in Fiction
Colour
Colour. It’s what draws her to it, her hands digging through the dust to reach it before it disappears again. Colour.
By Carly Gibbs5 years ago in Fiction
Too Dark Without It
Mothram turned the locket in his fingers and thought about the lyrics to an old song from the twentieth century he had heard one time while working in the archives.
By Drew Kizer5 years ago in Fiction
Haven
The metal is cold against my fist. It’s been days since your body warmed it. Gray, greasy soot coats the gold links, the scent of fire looms in the air.
By Cynthia Varady5 years ago in Fiction
Follow The Heart
Her words bore the effort they took to speak. “Follow the heart,” as though the wind itself had spoken. And then she was gone.
By Laura Talbot5 years ago in Fiction
Eyes Like Ours
As I studied the items before me, I began to doubt that they were the tools of a Paniscian spy. The only thing that could be considered a weapon was a stone knife, but its size and simplicity suggested it was less a weapon and more a practical tool. It was nothing like the one I had at my own hip, and it was clear that more time and care had been put into crafting the pouch beside it, which had intricate designs embroidered into the sturdy fabric. The food and items that were in the pouch, though odd in their design and variety, did not seem to pose a threat either.
By Megan Conley5 years ago in Fiction
Godless
God. It was a town like any other town despite the holy nomenclature. I guess I thought I would always be safe here. The tree lined streets of suburbia. The quiet security of pristine picket fences. The low population and crime rate. It was not until the summer of 2024 when the world was on a brink of change. My son and I watched the news but no one knew what would happen at that time; including myself. Nothing could touch us in our tiny town. We were sleepy and quant and that big city stuff just did not happen here. We watched as the monuments to the errors of the past were destroyed so no one could remember but it was best to forget anyways. Order was becoming obsolete to make way for tolerance of all things. It became everything was okay or nothing was. Society was geared for a shift and thanks to social media, pod casts, and news outlets everything just started to become okay; they were already setting the stage.
By Nicole Celencevicius5 years ago in Fiction
Abort
I feel moisture build-up on my brow bone as each heavy step takes me closer to the medical unit. My heart beats heavy and everything inside of me screams to turn around or run. Guard’s eyes lining the walls land on me. My chest clenches and I find it harder to breathe. I begin motions I have taken countless times. I stand in line until it's finally my turn. I reach my arm out until I hear the beep indicating the barcode was scanned. I am handed a key card by a woman behind the counter. I walk through the door and wait until the guard returns from around the corner where the last girl was escorted. He tightly grips my arm and my knees begin to feel shaky and weak. I change quickly into a thin cloth nightgown and sit on the bed waiting. I clench my eyes shut and hold back tears. Click. Click. Click. A pair of heels come closer to my room and all I can do is beg them to pass me and keep going down the hall. They don't. My teeth plant into the inside of my cheek and I don't stop until I taste blood. The woman comes in. Today she is wearing a long black skirt and heels. A blue button-down and her dark brown hair is pulled back in a tight bun. Her eyes scan over me and she pulls her attention to the clipboard. Following her into the room are two guards and four nurses. She pulls gloves over her hands and grabs my arm. She scans the barcode with her device and spends a few seconds staring at the screen. She looks up at my face. Her lips are pulled into a straight line. Her skin is pale and pasty and her nose is long and thin with a bump that’s visible when looking at her from the side. Her eyes are dark and lifeless. She glances at the nurses, “Let's begin.” A nurse walks forward and roughly plunges a needle into my arm. They inject a light blue substance and it feels like ice under my skin. My head feels woozy. The woman looks at the guards and nods. I open my mouth to protest but they are already on either side of me. I am dragged to the other room connected to this one. My legs go weak and fall behind me. They open the door to the long glass cylinder tube, reaching the ceiling. I am pushed inside and the door is sealed. The doctor passes gas masks around, standing behind computers. All eyes on me. I hear over the intercom “Place the mask on.” In a cold, sharp voice. I gulp and tears sting my face and with shaky hands unhook a gas mask from the wall and place it over my face. “No, please.” The words spill out of my mouth quietly as I see her hand read up and motion with two fingers. I hear air rush in before I feel it. Instantly my skin turns to a pit of hell. A scream explodes from deep inside of my chest. My legs give out and I hit the floor, dark yellow gas consumes me. I feel my stomach turn and I begin throwing up. I look at my arms as my curdling screams are drowned by vomit that has filled my mask. They are each growing with blisters. Some the size of my palm. The remaining skin is filled with a red, sinful rash. Stabbing agony devours me and the corners of my eyes go fuzzy before everything goes black.
By Brookeivy5 years ago in Fiction
Power for Good
Power for Good By Max Thor Thomason Election night 20XX. They almost got away with it. They almost won.
By Max Thomason5 years ago in Fiction