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P.S. I Love You
When I was a child I was an avid reader. I would ride my bike to the bookmobile and fill up the basket with as many books that would fit. After I read every book in that traveling mobile (my mother didn’t believe me at first but after pulling random books off the shelf to test me), she would drop me off at the library each weekend where I would stay for hours. I read thousands of books and remember these stories like old friends and the adventures feel as if they were my own journeys. There is one story that has always stuck with me, but I can’t remember the title of the book
By Chelbeerocks5 years ago in Fiction
Dear Roberto
They took us from the prison two days ago. In the broad light. Exhausted, filthy and hungry. They pushed us outside the gate. The crowd was screaming! Faggots! Queers! Fucking poofters! Poofs! Benders! Nancy boys! The crowd was screaming and throwing stones at us. Throwing whatever they had prepared for scums like us. Something soft hit my face. I was not sure what was that. I was adamant it stunk like what hell would smell like, tough. Like a human shit wrapped in the tissue paper. “We are not worthy”, they said. Not worthy to live. We were an abomination which needs to be eliminated from the new society. Society in which, there was no place for us.
By Przemyslaw Sikorski5 years ago in Fiction
The Witch's Soul-Stone
Her soul was glowing, even a mortal could see that. He had not truly believed the legends, but there it was, the heart-shaped locket carefully dangling from her neck, glowing as she cast the spell that would render the man opposite her unconscious.
By Beth Toghill5 years ago in Fiction
Bloody Heirlooms
The uncontested queen sat, staring vacantly at the edge of the basin. Naked and slathered with rich creamy soap, servants hastily bustle about in preparation for their queen’s victory feast. They’re like ants, hustling about afraid...perhaps they are afraid of me, after what I had just done, I wouldn’t blame them, the queen thought and quickly averted her attention back to thinking of nothing but that edge of the tub. Servants sat at her grand table sifting through clothes and banners for the feast. Many were so entranced in their work they failed to notice the queen’s presence while others had a harder time such as the ones tending to her. One such servant snaps to action and brushes the queen’s hair, another pours water over her shoulders and attempts to wash the blood from the queen’s milky skin. It swirls amid the blackened waters surrounding her.
By Mikayla Decker 5 years ago in Fiction
Love's Subtle Gift
Allison peered through the microscope at the reaction between her latest, and final, attempt to create a defense against the Satan Virus. Slowly, the virus attacked the antibodies in her serum - tearing them into fragments and destroying them. Alone there in her lab she felt the heavy hand of failure casually and callously brush aside the fate of the entire human race. She was the last surviving researcher ... her lab the final place where an antidote might be produced. There were no more samples available. Everyone else who might have made a difference was already dead. Only the extreme isolation and precautions she had taken had kept her safe to fight on as billions across the World had so rapidly succumbed. So this was it, then. There would be no cure, no vaccine ... and probably, no human race. Where there had been, just moments before, a tiny shred of hope there was now only an empty coldness.
By Arthur Rosbury-Yoder5 years ago in Fiction
Traffic
“It’s done!” I said, screaming from across the street during rush hour traffic. An MTA bus drove past and I saw Sire standing with his fists at his side. The light turned green, he walked in front of a speeding yellow buggy car that abruptly pressed its brakes, and the driver honked. Sire stuck his middle finger up, held his hand out to the other side of busy traffic as if he was some important figure in the United States. He reached the sidewalk I was releasing my tears on, grabbed me by the shoulder, and stared at me in my eyes. “Ari, what do you mean it’s done?” His hand wasn’t welcoming on my shoulder, I felt my skin tightening and if he were to remove his pressure it would look like a sun-dried grape. I said, “I don’t have to explain anything to you.” He looked away from me, observing the traffic, there was a jam at the intersection where there was this school bus, mail truck, and a few taxis going in opposite directions. He looked back at me again, I was sniffling trying to hold back my tears, thinking about whether I should curse him out or walk away silently. Then, he said after exhaling a breath, “It won’t happen again.”
By Ashley Nicole Bourne5 years ago in Fiction
The world we live in
“They’re HEREEE!” LLuvia yelled out with a tremble in her voice. She wasn’t known for being fearful but this time I can see it in her hazel eyes. Her wide eyes showed fear, which meant that we should be taking off. I rummage through my belongings and hold my locket tight in my fist as I kiss it.
By Cecilia Gonzalez 5 years ago in Fiction
The Spy
Slowly, she began to regain consciousness. She opened her eyes slightly and was blinded by the brilliant lights in the room. She squinted and tried to move her arm to block out some of the light, but her arm wouldn’t respond. In fact, she couldn’t feel anything below her collarbones. It wasn’t that she was restrained, but rather that she simply didn’t have a body. How could that be? She was awake, and her eyes obviously worked, but why didn’t the rest of her.
By Christopher Schalk5 years ago in Fiction
