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The Fox Hunter
Every night, at exactly ten o’clock her consultation with the moon began. Without fail. At exactly ten o’clock, her face was illuminated with a glowing satin, as the shafts of moonlight extended their fingers from the cracks in her blinds. Slowly, they traced across her like a mournful searchlight, before disappearing again and again. Night after night.
By Bianca Pole5 years ago in Fiction
Diary
6.17.2027 I think. Not really sure at this point. It’s hard to keep track of the days now. I don’t know why I’m writing to you. It’s not like you can read this. Just makes me feel better--old coping mechanisms die hard, I guess. Maybe it’s the locket. I’ve been looking at it a lot recently. Either way, I’ve been thinking about you all the time recently. I can’t wait to see you again.
By C.A. McKinney5 years ago in Fiction
Rapunzel Rapunzel let down thy hair
Rapunzel is one of my favorite fairy tales. As a little girl, I recall my great grandmother often saying "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down thy hair that I may climb without a stair." I visualized what it would be like to have such long thick tresses that an individual could use my hair to climb up a tower. In one book version of the story. I read that the prince said "Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair that I may climb thy golden stair". This German fairy tale was recorded by the Brothers Grimm who collected folklore and used their talent to turned what they heard into their own version of the stories.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Paradise
It began with a drop. A single drop, innocuous in appearance, its shimmery golden color barely hinting at the terrible power within. That one beautiful drop of toxic waste falling into the vast oceans should not have had such a profound effect. The clear aquamarine waters of the Bahama Islands should not have roiled into a sickly green; bubbling and boiling not unlike a witch’s cauldron in a children’s story. The dark, icy waters of the arctic should not have turned black, lava hot and thick as tar. Within days no ocean was left unscathed. Aquatic wildlife died off in droves. Soon, only the hardiest of creatures survived. The ones that lived far beneath the reach of humans. These twisted nightmares were unfit for human consumption, and so no human dared to try to pull them from the toxic depths.
By Cassandra Staple5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary
The world received no warning. We simply changed our behaviour, like a silent whistle that was blown, waking to find the ground scorched and communication destroyed. TV, radio and most importantly, the internet, all forms of communications were taken away yet we did not panic. We simply walked outside our doors and picked up our new clothes.
By Ben Shelley5 years ago in Fiction
The One True Love Program
Dear Harriet, Congratulations on your 21st Birthday. You are hereby invited to take part in the One True Love program. As you may already know, OTL is a free service that finds your perfect match in life and love – backed by the nation’s top scientists and CityWatch® technology.
By Casey Ormond5 years ago in Fiction
Respite
Abraham held the heart-shaped locket in his hand. He was certain it once had a vibrant color, but the mixture of time, dust, and bloodshed had long ago caused that shine to disappear. He didn’t open the locket that hung around his neck. He knew better than to do so without a reason. There was almost no time for sentiment in the new world, but even less time for it outside the walls of Respite. Still, sometimes, Abraham felt the need to hold the keepsake in his hand. He hadn’t opened it in ages.
By Timothy Morris5 years ago in Fiction
The Parochialism of Dystopia
I. How Humanity Arrived at the Present I begin this retrospect in the custom of my Modernity: by naming things what they are. That is, to plainly say what is meant. The unraveling of twenty-one centuries’ development shrunk and fit neatly into a little timeline, all to save my rheumatic fingers a bit of scribbling. Along this timeline we will, plainly stated, observe the old world order, what we call “The Old World” and its order; we will see it completely overthrown. Just as we call the people of The Old World “Oldies,” our thinking is plainly stated. The events on this timeline have been plainly titled and briefly summarized. Keep in mind the overlap. The demise of that past life was borne from many dynamic parts. Note that the below dates are suffixed by “bf.” refers to events occurring before flood. At the time of my writing, it is the New World, specifically the year 25.
By Daniel Andrawis5 years ago in Fiction
Would you like to see my locket?
Look at her! Look how beautiful she is, shining in the candlelight like that. I just got her back, you see. Oh, that shitty, sneaky little thief thought he could get away with stealing her from me, but he was dead wrong. Dead wrong.
By Thaddeus James5 years ago in Fiction
