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Demons
The wind blew against my bear arms and face. My feet were cold and my hair blew passed my shoulders. My once hectic and dark mind was now clear and blank. I thought of nothing as I stood there. I drowned out the noise behind me. The blaring honking horns and people yelling about the traffic. I wanted to be as peaceful as I could. I tried to smile, but the muscles in my face hurt too much. I hadn’t smiled in ages. I cried.
By Sophie Mahk5 years ago in Fiction
Heart In Hands
Red, the color of blood. Blood, what courses through your veins, what’s vital to us as humans. It carries oxygen and nutrients throughout the body. Red, the color of your heart. Your heart, what pumps blood throughout your body. Arguably, the most important organ. Don’t worry, I’m not here to give you an anatomy lesson, I am here to tell you a story, about the dangers of putting other people's hearts in your hands…
By Naimah Ford5 years ago in Fiction
Cryptid-Apocalypse
Tessa was huddled up to a coffee table in the cool basement of an old farmhouse, drawing in her journal by soft lantern light. She held her silver heart shaped locket in her fisted left hand, while concentrating on every detail she could remember of what she saw earlier that day. The locket was etched with intricately shaped flowers with two small amethyst chips embedded into the metal. The amethysts were from a summer trip where her and her family had stopped to pan for the beautiful purple stones. Her mom had them set into the locket and she gave it to her for Christmas during her senior year in high school. It was the only personal item she had and it held the only pictures of her parents, so it was her prized possession. She had found a nice replacement chain in the upstairs bedroom and gave the previous owner her heartfelt thanks. Her original one had broken a while back. Biting her lip, she flipped the page and wrote down some more details of what she had seen the day before.
By Amie Green5 years ago in Fiction
Adira's Heart
Adira’s Heart Adira rode her vintage vesper as fast as she could toward her house to bring her family the news. She had been in the town center to purchase items for her mother and heard about the ruling. Adira’s dreadlocked braids were flying in the wind like a banner advertising her urgency to get back to her home on the outskirts of Legacy, a town about 50 miles from the city of Anarch.
By Nedra Epps5 years ago in Fiction
Loon
From far across the field of ice, we saw the smoke. The sun had polished the snow to mirror brightness and we hurried, fearing what the smoke foretold. But the beasts that pull our supply sleds can only trundle through the crusted drifts so fast. Too slow, too slow - but nothing could be fast enough, for my sister was there.
By Danielle Loewen5 years ago in Fiction
Broken In Time
The rain wouldn’t stop, it came down in sheets, filling the cracks and washing away any scarce sign of life that was there before. Charlotte shivered as the wind whipped through the broken house she was hiding in. There wasn’t any real houses standing anymore. Not since they came. Those who had survived hid underground or moved constantly from one location to another to avoid being found. “If there was a hell, this must be it” thought Charlotte with a snort. She could see the water rushing down the hill into the lake at the bottom, which had been growing steadily for the last week. Pains of hunger cut through her thoughts and she reached for a root she had been chewing on the last three days to stave off the numbing hunger. She doesn’t remember the last time she saw another person, not in real life, just the fading photo in the broken locket hanging around her neck.
By Josiah Mosher5 years ago in Fiction
Destiny
"I love you so much. I'm going to miss you." Anya's emerald eyes fill with tears. "I'm going to miss you, too. But we both know this needs to happen this way. We'll be back together soon." Joseph wipes Anya's tears away. "I got you something." He pulls a small red box out of his coat and hands it to her.
By Casey Gibbs 5 years ago in Fiction
“5”
All I have left from her is a wooden heart-shaped locket I made her while I was in my timber post. She was one of the chosen ones and I just stood there watching them take her. My feet were grounded to this place. It has been six months now and every time I walk past the wall I wonder about the terrors she might be enduring.
By Alexandra Garcia (She/Her)5 years ago in Fiction
