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The Locket
From the day I received it at two years of age, I treasured the rose gold puffed heart locket. My dad bought it for me while he was working in Saudi Arabia. The locket was too small to hold a photo or other keepsake, but it contained a perfect yet invisible memory of my dad. It became all the more precious when he passed away the day before my fourteenth birthday.
By Pamela Burris5 years ago in Fiction
I Miss You
The sky, for once, looked beautiful, and Alessa couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the sick irony of it being that way. It was pink, purple, orange, blue, and so many more colors that she hadn't seen since the war started. And, of course, the day the sky decided to be pretty again was the day she would die.
By Alaia Shannon5 years ago in Fiction
Power's Reflection
"How long is he gonna be like that?" the man on the right asked. Answering slightly apprehensively the left man replied, "The doctors don't know. All his vitals and his brain wave activity are perfectly normal. They said it was as if he was actually up and walking around. You need to relax Roland he is perfectly fine."
By John Siswick5 years ago in Fiction
2121
CHAPTER 1: THE THUNDER IN THE STREETS Around the Earth there is a blanket of gems that cover the nights sky, but these starts cannot be seen from the city. They have been replaced with mankind’s LED sparkling skyline. While it remains festive and in some sense beautiful it doesn’t have the same visceral pull that laying down in the grass with a night sky above, out in the country watching shooting stars has. That feeling, a want, a need, a longing, to be out amongst the stars can be extrapolated and expanded when you know you could be out there.
By Joe Swinehart5 years ago in Fiction
Red Darkness
Journal Entry #502 There is no night. There is no day.There is only red darkness 24/7 every day. It’s the New World Order and they indend to stay. The demons have taken over, death won, they snuffed out the light. Death is now in power. There is no sun.
By CJ Electra5 years ago in Fiction
The Next Death
I stare out of the window, watching the black-coated world fly by. In the window, I could see my reflection. My bright hazel eyes, freckled nose and cheeks, short, wavy black hair, high cheekbones, and well-defined facial features that all had a ghostly appearance in the reflection.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
The Satellite
Nobody knows what it was or who might have done it. It may have been a cause of nature. It may have been man made. But if it was nature, it was so unexpected. Nature can be very mean and cruel and deadly when it needs to. When the balance of our world has been so thrown out of whack that it feels it needs to put it all back right, it doesn't do it by mail or email. It doesn't do it with a pleasant phone call or a nice quiet visit and discussion. It does it in a ugly and violent way. It screams in your face, because up until then you have ignored its whispers. Nature makes sure it gets your attention, or you die.
By Amber Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Salomé's Locket
It has been thirteen years since the invasion. We were out manned, out gunned, and out willed. The Metataurians were a force to be reckoned with and it was clear that they weren’t leaving until their mission was complete. At first, there were peace talks with all the major governmental figures of this planet, but this was merely a façade. The Metataurians did not intend to actively partake in peace talks. What they wanted was a distraction. They needed to buy enough time to build their ‘reeducation’ camps while the humans of the world bickered and argued over fickle matters, as they usually do. Once they arrived, they treated our planet like their new home. We did not know it at the time, but prior to invasion, the Metataurians had run various espionage missions on our planet. During these missions, they concluded that we were a society of hyper connected creatures who did not know how to use our interconnectivity as a force of good. They knew our digital connectivity had the potential to create bonds, but more importantly, they quickly realized that it could be used as a tool to create wedges among the people of this planet. They knew we hated each other for things like gender identity, culture, race, religion, sexuality, political ideologies, etc. They knew that we had weaknesses. They knew some of us were gullible. They knew we were greedy and self-preserving; they even knew that we were quick to hide behind the anonymity of a digital screen. Like every dynasty from the past, with the knowledge of our weaknesses, they did not hesitate to extort it.
By Jennifer Vasallo 5 years ago in Fiction
Post-Body Experiences
Dear listener of my lonely delirious thoughts, Romanticising the apocalypse was a gigantic mistake. Trust me. If it’s possible to call this miserable existence life, my ‘life’ is in no way worth it. I’d instead have chosen not to exist—not to have made the replica.
By Eva Vilhjalmsdottir5 years ago in Fiction
Ashen Devotion
Silt wisps layer the charred bones of another unfortunate soul caught within the unholy fire from long ago, frozen in time and fear. Huddled within the arms of their lost lover, doomed to their fate on the pew under the eyes of the lord. The scavenger chuckled to himself: for him, they were just another payday.
By Luke Sellors5 years ago in Fiction
Crater Charlie's Magpies
Magpies were the lifeblood of Crater Charlie. They flew in from afar or crawled across the tangled carpet of unchecked plant-life, and they descended on the suspiciously perfect circle of Charlie’s crater; the one for which he was named, in case there was any doubt about that. Creative nomenclature had been one of the first casualties of the apocalypse, much to everyone’s surprise. Admittedly it did have to wait in line behind the enormous loss of human life, the devastation of various major settlements, and the utter collapse of global society as it had been known for hundreds of years, but those ones were so expected that they barely warranted a mention. It was the loss of nuanced naming conventions that really hit the survivors hard, because they were going to have to live with the consequences forever and it really wasn’t clear why it’d happened in the first place.
By Iain James Read5 years ago in Fiction
