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Crossing Paths
Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom, there lived a princess. She was an average-looking princess with pale green eyes and long brown hair. Nothing special. Special were her two younger sisters Amelia and Penelope. They both had striking red hair and bright blue eyes. So it was a shame to the eldest princess Ophelia that she was to be married. For she was not as beautiful as her younger siblings and besides, she had other things she longed to do.
By Kaytlynn Rose5 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding Gift
“It happens all the time.” The old man shrugged, moving the tray of necklaces back behind the smudged glass. “You have people coming in here looking for old tin boxes, or antique desks, or wanting to go through the pockets of coats.”
By K L Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
After The Awakening
The storage room for the store was underground, but that was all I knew. The iron bars and the tiny window gave me no entrance, but it did give me hope that somewhere hadn’t been picked completely clean yet, or maybe hadn’t even been found at all.
By Bambi Zellamy5 years ago in Fiction
Jack's World
Before I knew it, the time already came. Bull was leaning against the flagpole, cracking his knuckles with a smile. Darn, I didn’t come up with a plan, I thought.
By Cole Christie5 years ago in Fiction
Banyuhay
It was the year 2045. Lakambini, a country in the Southeastern region of Asia has cemented its place in the ranks of economic giants. President Delano has finally won his fight against terrorism and drugs, and in 2030, he proposed a new system that was fully supported by the majority. It is called the Banyuhay system.
By RGRN5 years ago in Fiction
It's The End Of The World
Anya looked over at her younger brother, Jude, as he slept. A small shiver of moonlight lent enough light to dimly see his face. Dirt marred his peaceful cheeks, highlighting how innocent he looked. He was only ten years old, and may the Forgotten Gods help her, because she struggled trying to keep him innocent in the desolate world they now inhabited. It was an impossible feat these days. They say that disaster brought out the good in people, the coming together in community. Anya wondered where those people were right now?
By A.N.Tipton5 years ago in Fiction
Dear Liv,
I miss the days we spent in the park. Without any worry we would play fetch until the sun sat on the edge of the horizon, and before the day was done we would rest underneath the old oak tree. I lived for those days, but now I live just to survive. The world changed so much from what it was then, the humans have almost all but died off. Mother nature took over, the plant life overgrew its once designated plot of land and now the vines reach even the tallest of buildings.
By Anon5 years ago in Fiction
Path
The Path Sauntering down the road I thought, ‘Ha, some road, more of a trail.” Oh how I wished to understand how just a few generations ago people could move down this path at 60, 70, or even 100 miles in one hour.
By Juanita Pearce5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #22 Follow the Hovering Woman?
You race back to the lodge looking for Jordan, running into her in the hallway, “Jordan, perfect! I was just looking for you, there is a woman outside that I believe is a ghost! Will you come with me please I don’t want to follow her alone.”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Carrion Wastes
Total nuclear destruction. The thought had evoked fear among people ever since the first bombs fell on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. And as if by some cruel hand of fate fall they did. Entire cities had been reduces to skeletal frames and ash in the wake of the bombs. Humanity had once covered most of the nation, now those who had escaped the blasts now combed the wastes in search of food, and shelter. Some took from others without remorse, and some still banded together in small camps. The fragments of the still standing government had labeled these undesirables as human carrion.
By Robert Korhonen5 years ago in Fiction
Mushroom clouds and Heart-shaped lockets?
Dust and dirt. As far as the eye can see, just dust and dirt. No one was prepared for the world war that the U.S. had caused. We were targeted because of bigotry and the petty squabbles we were having with ourselves. We may have been ready to allow everyone to be as they wanted but all the religious countries saw was weakness. Our allies or who we thought were allies abandoned us.
By Crystal Dawn Lesher5 years ago in Fiction
What's Left of the World
Day Zero I’ve never been much for keeping a journal, but here it goes. My mom wants me to keep a record of my travels: I’ve gotten the feeling she thinks Dad shouldn’t be encouraging me to go. Tomorrow I leave to find my aunt and uncle. They lived on the outskirts of Richmond. I haven’t seen them since before the first pandemic hit, way back in 2020. It has already been six years since it all started. Some would say the apocalypse happened or that God finally brought judgment. I feel like both of those should involve more fire…more war. But there was a lot of death, at least for the first couple years. It’s weird—I knew it was happening, but we had a lot of work to do every day, and it was all happening to somebody else, somewhere else. Plus, I was a fifteen-year-old boy: I thought emotions were overrated unless a girl was involved.
By Farah Thompson5 years ago in Fiction