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Valari finds love
Valari finds Love As is common with kinder parents Mother Nature struggled to strike her children or put them out without aid. However every force has a limit. Humanity did not go unwarned from their self driving cars to the plastic hovels in which most humans now lived.
By Ethan Hebard5 years ago in Fiction
The Trip to Safety
I miss sunscreen, I haven't been able to get any since last year. I decided to wear a long sleeve light shirt and jeans, at least most of my body would be protected from sunburn. I am so pale and I always get sunburn in the summer. My locket is under my shirt, beside Sarah, my daughter, it's all I have. It was given to me from my grandma, and was given to her by her grandma. It looks silver and is shaped like a heart. The locket has a heart carved in the center. There was writing engraved along the border of the locket but I can't read it because it is so old. It always feels cool, even in the hot July weather. It was passed on to me because I was the only one in my family to have a daughter. It is a tradition to pass it on though the females my family. It helps to have it with me. These days we live in, sadness seems to be everywhere.
By Tammi D5 years ago in Fiction
Foundling 428
Veins expanding, pulsing with the movement of blood from her extremities back to her heart. The colour of her forearm seemed to shift with each pulse, as if the pigments of her skin were grains of sand, continually manipulated by whatever force now lay within her. Various shades of blue spread across her arm, reaching up to her elbow, and then stopping, rearranging, and shifting once again; always contained within the same area – for now.
By Sarah Lamb5 years ago in Fiction
The Test
The line always seemed to crawl on testing day. But the news tablet in my hands was so distracting, the lady in line behind me nudged me to step forward when it was finally time to move.
By J. D. Everly5 years ago in Fiction
Annabelle's Locket
No one knew who the corpse was, all anyone could say for certain was that they were an annabelle. Though even that had raised some doubts over the years, for anyone could place a heart shaped locket on a corpse and shout “hey, see that morty!? See that locket around their neck!? They must be an annabelle!” They had no ID, or a corporate identity code tattooed on their ear, so the narrative of this person being some worthless annabelle was easy to believe; plus they had no dental records, and a DNA test gave similar results.
By Carter Vezina5 years ago in Fiction
Infection
In an abandoned city, left behind in a world once blooming with life, a gasp is heard from a far distance. As the darkening red clouds cover the dawning of the sun, we're introduced to a dark haired male, hunched over a grassy field. 'Damn' he coughed, his golden brown eyes empty of life, “is it over?", he asks himself as he lifts his head towards the looming sky. As the crows begin to caw in the distance, he stumbles onto the ground. A gentle breeze picks up as he gathers himself. He knew he didn't have much time left. Bracing himself for the pain, he turns his body to his side and tries to lift himself up from the grass. A loud grunt erupts from his lips as pain shoots down his spine. A heart shaped locket falls from his pocket as he falls back onto the ground. "Fuck" he thought, as the gut wrenching screeches grow louder...
By Patience Hackney5 years ago in Fiction
The New American Colonies
Stagnate air flowed into Alex’s room as the industrial air filter kicked back on, the loud hum audible throughout the entire complex. She took a deep breath, letting the air settle heavily on her lungs as she thumbed her locket, the blessing that she was outside of the radiation zone not being lost on her. She looked over the heart shaped locket intently, knowing she couldn’t let anyone find out that she had precious metals on her person. After all, the government could find a better use for it, and the best rations were rewarded to anyone who turned in a traitor of the state. Yet in spite of the risks she would not lose her mother’s locket again; it was all she had to remember her by. So she planned to put it somewhere safe, somewhere only she would be able to reach and was protected by the same system that sought to take it: the overworld. As a respected member of the recon division, and with her paranoid leader David only trusting his hand picked crew, they got liberties in the overworld they were denied in the colony. And upon asking for help David was more than happy to set a “spontaneous recon test” for that same day. He only asked that Alex be the one to pick up the filters for the team, with a cunning wink.
By Jameson Rodabaugh5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
The locket feels heavier than usual, where it rests on my skin. It is, of course. They had returned it to me promptly, even made sure it looked just as worn as before. That the faded photo inside still had one crinkled edge — turning his smile slightly askew.
By Jennifer Juneau5 years ago in Fiction
What it meant to be Human
Thirty years ago, the Kuhlecters arrived. Their alien origins were just as much a mystery to us as their reasons for stealing billions of humans from the face of the Earth.
By Ross R5 years ago in Fiction
We didn't know
I felt something cold in my hand when she reached out for me. She pressed it into my palm and it was cold, so cold. I knew then that it was over.
By Lindsey Harvey5 years ago in Fiction
Race
When you are moving at 130 kilometers an hour the world on either side of the road is really nothing more than a blur. A blur of browns and greys. And the road before you stands strangely still, so long as you straddle the yellow lines. It can become almost mesmeric with the sound of the engine superseding any other noise, the blurry lines to either side, the dark sunbaked black top shifting imperceptibly, and those yellow lines switching to dotted and solid creating an unreadable pattern like a secret code speaking to your soul.
By Arthur E Nickles5 years ago in Fiction
No Sound, No Music.
The relentless drone filled Price's ears as he stepped out onto the cold, dark street. A noise he'd grown so used to that he barely even noticed it anymore, yet, in his fleeting moments of awareness, he could still sense the surreal aspect to this sound that accompanied him everywhere he went. The banal hum seemed to follow him, but in truth, it followed them all. Or did they follow the hum? Price was so inured to the sound now that he could barely tell the difference, or even if there was a difference at all. What did it matter anyway?
By Iain McIntyre5 years ago in Fiction