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The Shadow of Avalon
Night drew closer as the sun began its descent to meet the horizon. The clouds cherished the warmth like the embrace of a lover, allowing the deep orange light to illuminate them with a beautiful centre of fire. It was nice to watch from any of the decks that afforded a view but 23968 (or Tu for short) always preferred to watch from the highest point in the city. Sure it was also home to a sprawling network of satellites and antenna but if you knew where to sit, you wouldn't get prodded too much. For someone who felt trapped in a manmade heaven, the open air and the sky was the true Nirvana.
By Michael Coffey5 years ago in Fiction
Just a day
• If you've ever had one of those days that just couldn't get any worse this Is one of those stories. It starts out in a dingy little town in Colorado where everybody knows everybody there's nothing to do and boredoms inescapable. The person having that worst day ever is named David. David is a young man average everything; high, weight, and intellect. He doesn't have a lot going for him which is pretty much par for the course in this town. Having just had one of those days he's on his way home from school which his mom forgot to pack him lunch for, pick him up from. Beyond all that he was belittled in front of the whole school at a pep assembly for cheering At a non 'cheerible' moment. All the way walking home that's all he could do was go over his day Thinking of everything that went wrong the time he tripped in front of his crush, The guys that laughed out at him after he did, and falling up the stairs trying to get to second period. Not to mention the previously mentioned 'what he saw as atrocities' happenings of the day. Falling deeper and deeper into his own thought process something finally breaks him out of it. A flittering glint in his eye draws all his attention away from the horrible day. He walks over to see what it was that so abruptly pulled him out of his self loathing. What he found would end up changing his life and in so changing the world around him. It was A locket round in shape with the tree half of it dead half of it living. It had a small simple note inside that said wish for what you want to change give it a picture to give it a name. Finding it more curious than ominous in his current state of mind. He threw it in his pocket and continued his walk home. For the rest of the walk home that's all they could think about is what he would want to change. If it was the things that happened at school today the issues with his mother or, if he should think of something bigger think outside of himself. By the time he got home he decided what he wanted to change.So he cut a picture out of a magazine of the planet, and decided that if he could change something that's what needed at most. That would help everybody including himself. So upon doing that he started to visualize what he wanted to change. Things like global warming, hunger, war and societal standards both monetary and social. Instantly his bad day had melted away like it never happened also he felt it would never again after what he wished for. He went about the rest of his day-and-night has normal. Not even thinking of his bad day or the wish that he had made. As is tradition he and His mother watched the news with over breakfast. As traditionhe and his mother watchedthenewsoverbreakfast. All the reports had to do with all of his wishes that at this point he didn't even really remember wishing. Not just that but he wasn't the only one that wouldn't remember. It was as if there was a global mandela effect. So David went on about his day. He had a great day at school with all his friends. Just a normal day, only everybody was a little bit happier. Everything just seemed to be perfect. Little did David know that the magic that was held in that locket 'just like a locket' had two sides, as depicted as the tree that was half dead half bloomed. He would soon find out, as at that very moment his mother was entering his room to get his laundry and tidy up a little bit. David being a little bit messy, this happened often. After his mother was done she went down to the laundry room and filled the machine with all of his clothes.Not knowing the locket was in the pair of jeans he had worn yesterday. She started the machine and walked away. As the washing machine went through its cycles and inadvertently had opened the locket and washed the picture away, with it the dreams and beautiful things that he that David had wished for the world. And with his wishes being washed away so were the changes of the day. Except for one little thing one little design flaw in the lockets nature as seen on the image of the front with the tree. At the bottom of the tree there laid a single bloom or atleast the remnants of one, as it seemed to be shriveled. As the whole world 'over a short period mere monthths' returned right back to where it had started before his wishes. A type of panic ensued along with it' one like never seen before. The world changing so fast and all of our mistakes returned. The world was doomed.
By David Donadio 5 years ago in Fiction
“Came Back Like a Slow Voice on a Wave of Phase”
“Came Back Like a Slow Voice on a Wave of Phase” Celestial Date: RL.8-25.32 ENTRY 153,867.159 We have been traveling through the vastness of this unknown space for who knows how long now. All I know is that out of the 1.2 million of us that boarded this vessels in hopes of finding a habitable place for us to start anew, fewer than 100,000 of us remain. We were all forced to abandon our home planet out of necessity, our resources were depleted, our planet was overheating, nothing would grow, and the storms...the storms had become unbearable. Sometimes they would go on for months on end. We knew our time was up there so we came to the conclusion that we needed to look for a new planet.
By Brent Harris5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Of It All
It seemed a good idea at the time- to determine how long we actually had -and when all the greatest scientists, politicians, lawyers and religions from all over the planet came to a unanimous decision to do something about the end of the world for the first time in any planets death, it did spark a primal hope that was easy to get behind.
By Talyn Hohneke5 years ago in Fiction
“What the Dead Man Said”
My father certainly fulfilled his filial duty. He became a ranger, protecting the bio-engineered species his parents had introduced in the forests they’d prepared. As his only child, I should have done the same. I’d always liked working with the soil, so it was expected that I would go into agroecology and grow the food that would feed our people. But after what happened with my uncle … I shook my head to ward off the memory.
By Jaramie Kinsey5 years ago in Fiction
Guardian
Early on, Craig only had his big sister Sara. The plague claimed their parents not long after Craig's third birthday. Apparently, their immune systems were too weak to fight it off, but their kids could. Sara was twelve years older and very practical. She brought Craig to some friends who also survived, and they worked together to build their own “family”. Though she stayed focused on finding the essentials like food and first-aid supplies, Sara did grab a jewelry box from their former home and gave the adornments away to everyone in the family. Craig took a large heart-shaped locket simply because it was the biggest. Sara didn't dissuade him from taking it, even giving him a picture of her to put into it, but she did warn him to keep it hidden under his shirt as it would be too tempting for thieves.
By Adam Wallace5 years ago in Fiction
Perfect Irony
A cracked echo of what the world used to be. Chaos reigns. Anarchy rages. If you manage to survive the rubble and savagery, you only have so long until the Delegates find you. An overpowering, totalitarian force cleansing its way through any remains of sanity. Any impurity or imperfection is eviscerated from the remains of Earth’s feeble surface. The few survivors are the strongest and the most valuable. They travel through the night, clinging on to the last scraps of humanity they have left. Fossil fuels were always temporary, but no one listened. Nothing was left, and society was starving and vulnerable to attack, that’s exactly what happened. God’s cruel hand smote down upon the people of Earth and left them with no way to get back up again. The Delegates only enforced the word of the divine tyrant, but there was no turning back now. Some try to save the remnants, but they’re barely worth saving anymore.
By Fraser Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
A Gift
“Hello!” I ignored the bright little voice and kept writing. Here I will record the aftermath of the Storms, the decade long calamity of ice and fire that devastated our world, a world that very nearly ended in those very catastrophes. It was only through—
By Elanor Sakamoto5 years ago in Fiction
