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A long road By Maria Ours
A loud bang echoed against the metal walls, prompting the young girl to spring out of the bed. She stood there listening to the deafening silence for a moment, listening intently. Just as suddenly as the first, another loud bang roared through the halls. She quickly grabbed a stiff wooden bat, slowly making her way to the metal door. Slowly, she opened it, making a shrill groan as it grinded against the floor, She clenched her fist before continuing on to identify where the noise had come from. She proceeded down the hallway, her bare feet burning against the cold steel. As she turned the corner, she saw something moving in the darkness. She didn't think twice as she swung the bat as hard as she could. The figure ducked out the way "Pepper! It's me!" A familiar voice rang out.
By Gamer_qeen_ Love5 years ago in Fiction
The Before
“The Before”, Doomsday Challenge, S.Hileman Iannazzo 6/26/2021 I had been sick most of the morning, nothing too out of the ordinary, fever, aches and vomiting. I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t wake up feeling this way, hell I couldn’t remember “before” at all. I’d heard some stories, of when it was safe to play outside, safe to let snowflakes land on your tongue, when sitting in the sun wasn’t painful and didn’t sear a persons skin like a roasted chicken. Except for Tom, I never knew anyone who lived in the “before”, but then I didn’t see many people. Tom was my best friend, and we’d been living in this place as far back as I could remember. Tom was quiet for a lot of the time, but I relied on him, and he on I. Tom didn’t like to talk about the “before”, and he would never tell me about the angry scars that ran down both his arms. Yet though he rarely spoke of it, but still he and I would pretend we lived in the “before”, turning on all the lights in the basement that was our home, trying to give the illusion that we were playing in tall grass, barefoot and sticky with sweat from running through fields that we constructed in our minds. We’d pretend there were other kids there, but except for the odd (and often scorched cat), who had made its way inside to get warm, we were alone. Our room, buried deep in the ground, was functional, and sterile, but devoid of any creature comforts.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo5 years ago in Fiction
A Quest of the Heart
A QUEST OF THE HEART By Sharon J. Doss June 25, 2021 Forever moving forward, I looked around at the devastation that met my eyes; the rubble, the decay, and the lichen covered remains of the once beautiful buildings that had once stood tall and proud in a bustling city. All caused by the devastation of the events of the past year.
By Sharon J Doss5 years ago in Fiction
REVEREND, I WANT YOU TO PRAY
Shirley Mae Anderson a devoted church member. The widow of four adult children and grandchildren. You could count on one hand how many times she missed church service. Hopewell Baptist her place of worship and the proprietor the Reverend Woodrow L. Price. He gave inspirational sermons that brought his congregation out of their seats: clapping, dancing in the aisle, and singing with the church choir.
By wilson jackson5 years ago in Fiction
Cyber
“Who controls the past controls the future,” - 1984, George Orwell. ***************************** Not that many in the society of Cyber remember such a book because the book never existed or did it. Abdul had been the one responsible for Cyber. It had been created to make a better world, but what it actually did was destroy it.
By Elizabeth Leblanc5 years ago in Fiction
Red sky at morning
It had begun like any other Sunday morning, the smell of fresh coffee wafted from the kitchen and the sound of dishes escalated the stairs to my sleep drunk ears. Mom would be standing over the stove, watching an egg fry while Dad was probably at the head of the table, glasses perched on his nose, reading Sports Illustrated; everything was normal.
By Luisa Adelina5 years ago in Fiction
A last hope!
A last hope Running fast through the winding wasteland. Juniper, Hugo, Jared and myself (Luke) are being hunted. We got to close to the spider giants nest and oh boy is he mad. Even on these horses it will be a close call getting away from it. I just as hell hope we are lucky enough to escape. You see, Juniper is pregnant with twins. Not just any twins, the first in a million years. Twins have special abilities and can make plants grow. Said to be the life bringers of the new age and beyond. So when we found out she was having twins, it was clear what had to be done. There is a small garden the only truly pure place left in this world. It’s a hidden place and only they can lead you to the eden. When the moons converge the time will be upon you and there birth as well. It is a race against time and many dangerous creatures who seek to corrupt the twin children.
By Sarah urffer5 years ago in Fiction
Sandcastle
A storm loomed on the horizon of the sprawling, violent ocean behind the Sandcastle Motel. The gale twisted the rainfall onto its side; the serpentine highway leading to distant, crooked mountains slipped in and out of darkness, as high-mast lights flickered nervously over a lone wanderer. When the light dared to shine on this poor soul, it swallowed the image back up, as if afraid of what the world might see. A legion of cables that hung from beyond clouds had long-since burrowed into this wanderer's skull. The devil that wore its warped face was complimented by an eternal, guttural growl that emitted past blood-dimmed lips. Those eyes clothed in madness brought no sympathy to erstwhile victims. Gripped in one hand, a heart-shaped locket brought to life by the squall. Along overgrown fields of carrion and wilted magnolias, closer to the motel, this horror journeyed.
By Don McLennan, Jr.5 years ago in Fiction
THE GIFT
Life is always good for young women. They start out very beautiful and go on somewhere with their lives. Well when you look at this woman, you see plain lessness. She’s very boring, but inside of her is a gift. She doesn’t know it yet. Soon she will. This woman doesn’t know how DOWNRIGHT DIRTY “men”from governmental controls have had on her. It all happened when Lacy woke up from a bound of chains. Life as we know it was falling apart. This world she was living in was on its last limb of life and it was up to Lacy Montage to save it, unless there was more to come: OUT OF THE BLUE!!!!! In the middle of a Rome,showing up Lacy Montage!!!!!Being held down hostage, with like shot put balls linked to black wired thick Chain links on both ways of escape, Lacy could tell where all of her drum limbo got blocks were starting to come from. Clues of life stuck with her in that locker. Cowardess men who controlled governmental structure,brought Lacy to a cry. “One way or another,…you’ll have to go out with a bang!”she cried. Wether me… or you!!! Lacy shot the man in his back, with a tear flushed face. She knew what she’d done, and didn’t want the feelings of guilt to sit with her. After all she wasn’t a murderous woman. She got fight technique from her mother. She was all she (Lacy needed) back in her LIFE once again. Lacy was thirteen years of age, who now had become a woman of fight and defender. She liked surviving “tough guys, “she was very strong. Mentally and physically, and took NO as not an answer. She always defended her country and the capabilities as she grew older. Lacy growing up line Pathways. After being LOCKED UP to the chain liked Pathways. After being chained up to the chain linked balls, and having shot the computerized man who set her up Lacy had the courage to get her aching body up that had a stream of blood flowing out of her knee-cap. She patched it with a gauze pad from a clergy man named Kirk. Kirk was all she had to clued to fulfill what her mom had promised her. Still-(everlasting life), the core of Lacy’s heart said,… chop, chop.. I need to get there ASAP! I need to endure, and push forward, move on after all of this! I believe I can past any mechanism that tries to try FULL FORCE on me!!!!!
By Rachael Frazier5 years ago in Fiction
Everything is Fine
I thought that the worst thing that would ever happen in my life happened the day the royal capital was destroyed, when the towers burned and the Sentinels fell silent. I remember seeing tears slip down my mother’s cheeks as she stared, wide-eyed, at the news feed. Her grandparents had survived the Great Plague that had nearly killed off our entire race, the scramble to hold on to our technology in the face of such devastation, and the war waged to fill the power vacuum created by such a tremendous loss of life.
By Elanor Sakamoto5 years ago in Fiction
