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The Dragonflies on Goosebay
Skye walked along the waterfront near the boats. She knew she had the locket before she set the traps that morning... she must have dropped it when she pulled the boat to shore. The locket was a gift from her Dad to her Mom before she was born. Her Mom gave it to her when she was only 6 years old. Her Mom was going to go look for her Dad. Neither came back. Her Mom had made her promise to be good and always obey her Uncle Brandon. They had all come to Goosebay before she was born.
By Cindy Piper5 years ago in Fiction
Dragons and knights, witches and metaphoric princes
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence( the immortal words of the Luther Vandross song), I loved fairytales. Or maybe I just loved the idea of living vicariously through all the adventures (good and not so good) of the many characters.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Fiction
LOST LOVE FOUND----
Ava Marie woke up to another hot, humid morning. The sheets were wet from sweating all night. After the devastating, horrific war, there was very little in the way of comforts left for mankind. Ava Marie hated wars and all the men that created them. She always wondered just what the purpose of sending good men off to get shot at or to shoot at others, just what was that supposed to accomplish? When she learned that all one person had to do to end life on earth was to push a certain 'button', she thought how awful was that? All of our lives were hanging on the hopes that the magic 'button' would never be touched. However, in the year 2045, not one fool but two decided that they would push the 'button' to destroy a part of the world they didn't want to exist any longer. The only problem with that was another fool decided that he, too, wanted to rid certain countries off the face of the earth as well. No one ever thought they would push that button, but they did. What happened? They destroyed over half of the earth. The nuclear bombs not only destroyed all the water, earth, and over half the mountains where snow provided water, but it cremated humans where they were standing.
By Brenda Dean5 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Handkerchief
All of our water, gone. It all started five months ago, and today, we only have one last jug of saved water left. I woke to this the next morning, opening my dry eyes to my parents packing leather bags with our essentials. Their faces were flushed red, my mother with dry tear lines marked on them. Once I sat up, both of my parents looked at me and my mother came to my side.
By Olivia Hill5 years ago in Fiction
Owl
Being a white kid on the reservation had some advantages. Especially if you were little when no color mattered. All your friends had at least six grandmas, most of who were actually great aunties, of course what each of them had, was a big heart, and a quick tongue. I would spend a night or two every summer, (when my folks would go out for Friday and Saturday’s), at this or that hot July pow wow, sitting with my friend and his cousin, eating fry bread and drinking Cool-Ade, listening to the drums and the bells on the dancer’s costumes on the tail gate of his uncles old seventy chevy pickup. For bedtime we would toss every extra blanket we could find in the back of that pickup, kick off our cowboy boots, lay back in our socks and stare up at the blinking stars, our denim coats as pillows. Grandma Sally would go from truck to truck, car to car, to check on all the little ones. She wasn’t any one’s grandma, she was every one’s grandma. She seemed especially fond of our little gang, she would jump up swing her little body around and plunk down on the tail gate, then shimmy in, lean against a wheel well pull a blanket up, she would point up and tell us this story.
By Owen Taylor5 years ago in Fiction
ZOE'S SALVATION
Zoe and Adam were running for their lives. Adam was slightly ahead when the blast from a zapper hit him square in the back, instantly turning his whole being into a vaporized red mist that Zoe ran straight through. Zigzagging towards a big tree, she had barely tossed her body encased with red slime behind it, when the zapper fired again. The blast hit the tree and as a sharp chunk of wood summersaulted past her head, she could feel it vibrating from the impact. As the tree began breaking apart, she slid down the trunk and slithered through the tall grass on her belly like a snake towards some huge boulders. Quickly crawling behind the rocky barrier, the zapper fired again, a huge hole appearing in the ground where she had just been. Quickly scanning her immediate area, realizing she was now cornered, the only option remaining to escape the WGOP (World Government Official Police or Gops) was jumping off the high, rocky cliff into the river below that was churning through the rapids. She had to make up her mind quickly since her enemies would be flanking her position as she waited—to die in the river or die from a zapper blast—they weren’t taking prisoners.
By Len Sherman5 years ago in Fiction
Hindsight
History is humor thrown down on the timeline of human existence. Sitting in the ruins as I gaze upon the final breaths of those around me, I find myself wishing that we'd kept the history books in a safer place. The truth of the matter is that we never know the right decision until the worst possible outcome has already occurred. The cinged pages of our history lay in the ashes at my feet while the pages still turned in my mind. A yearning desire to rewrite the pages fills my soul, to create the phoenix from the ashes from my own history. For this, I must start at the very beginning. The first days of my people’s own civil war laid its waste during the same time your own lands were in the midst of their own battles.
By brooke vecchi5 years ago in Fiction
The Quest
The year was 2257. It has been over 150 years now since the Great Asteroid storm that decimated the earth for more than five years. Scientist's and astronomers could not figure out where it came from and why it lasted for so long, but when it finally ended, over half the earth's population had been killed either from the asteroids or from the nuclear fallout from the destroyed power plants around the world.
By K.C. Keats5 years ago in Fiction
