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Sir Theodore Edward Donald Dennis Yetman Bear
When I was a young girl, I was given a teddy bear as a gift for Christmas. I would tuck the bear in with me every time I went to bed. It just made everything feel calmer at bedtime and the comfort it gave to have something there to kind of protect me. The bear I had been given I passed down to my children and it helps them as well.
By Rose Wright5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
TABLE OF CONTENTS Lessons 1 Matters Of The Heart 2 THE LOCKET LESSONS The locket is a fictional story, based on, a daughter losing her mother, during a war. When josiah leaves for duty, he gives his daughter, a blue locket, passed down, four generations.
By Latoya Lawless5 years ago in Fiction
Anne's Diner
Anne's Diner, a lovely family-owned hole in the wall that hardly got enough credit for being a restaurant. Let alone the best damned place to get a home-made cinnamon roll made by Anne herself; a charming old woman that always greeted all of her customers with a smile on her face that furthered the deep wrinkles adorning the corners of her eyes. Vadim loved the diner, even as he sat in the tattered red-and-white booth, elbows on the table that had been dressed in shattered glass and tossed food. He was too clean for the space, garbed in a black suit and frameless glasses. His pale skin too clean, his ebon hair too groomed. His hands were folded as though he were deep in prayer, pressed against his furrowed brow. “What a damned mess,” he commented quietly to the gloom. The power had failed some time earlier in the week, leaving the place to smell of rot, old food, and gore.
By Oriaxel Knight5 years ago in Fiction
Desolate Salvation
This place is a wasteland, a world once thriving driven to destruction by a war no one thought they'd win. No matter where you look, everything is charred and dusty. What little remains of the architecture is dross, it's completely unrecognizable. The scene is vast and unchanging.
By Functional on a Whim5 years ago in Fiction
God, Men, and the Devil
“... Protests have ravaged the streets. Forty-five people have died from injuries sustained due to molotov cocktails, police brutality, and other protestors. With the president announcing a lockdown on the country due to COVID-19 and the implantations of chips to monitor citizens’ fevers, protestors are calling it the start of the New World Order. The BLM group, POW-MIA, and The Ninety-Nine Percent have been seen outside of the White House, ordering the president to step down because of his ‘abuse of power’. Sources say…”
By Mi-Ah Medina5 years ago in Fiction
The Trap
Nothing. Nothing was all Henry could see down the dismal road ahead of him. Well, nothing that mattered anymore at least. There were chunks of buildings scattered upon what would graciously be called a road, arranged haphazardly within what was once a bustling metropolis of commerce and avarice. His mind wandered back to before this nightmare started, "There was a world here once..." he mused internally to no one in particular. "Coffee houses and supermarkets, billboards about car insurance, and terrible fast food". Didn't seem so terrible now though. Henry presumed he would probably kill for a greasy burger right about now, not he'd seen anyone alive in over a month. The concerns of yesteryear repeated in his mind. "Eat a healthy diet so you can live a long life they said... Yeah, great advice", he muttered. The words purpose echoed hollow in his thoughts. Henry dropped his head, already tired of today and exhausted from hunger. "I'm talking to myself again aren't..." he trailed off in silence. Henry kept walking along the road until he saw a sign in his path, the name of the business long worn off he could still make out the classic image of a hamburger it once sold. His thoughts flicked back to his daughter from before the world ended. He smiled fondly thinking of their weekend trips to the greasy dive on 2nd street. He sighed and let the bittersweet memory play out in his mind, taking Jessica off to get her favorite meal on her birthday. She had just turned 12 that year. Henry closed his eyes as his thoughts drifted towards remembering what a burger tasted like. He could almost smell it again if he focused on it.
By Jennifer Diemer5 years ago in Fiction
Hashtag Dad Jokes
Pitch dark. Black. Empty. Aware only of his existence, Finian floated. Suspended in whatever this was or is or might be, he tried to speak, to yell even. Nothing. His attempts to do anything at all: yell, flail, see, hear - anything that might prove he was something more than this “nothingness” pervading his entire being - proved fruitless, save for a list of failures and falsified theories. It was as if he had ascended to a higher plane of existence, but was the only one who had discovered the process. He could think, but nothing else. So, he did the only thing that was allowed. He let his mind wander through its corridors, back alley ways, into rooms it did not even know it had and then, finally, it made the long trip back to the foyer. Finishing, Finian felt confident - perhaps for the first time since he had awakened - that this was going to be a very long eternity.
By Michael Neuman5 years ago in Fiction
