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Silence
Silence. We’ve always been comfortable with silence. Not that there’s ever been a lot of it. Six years, eight months, twenty-one days. Is it normal to keep track of a friendship that obsessively? I don’t think so. I like numbers. Mia likes that about me too. I helped her with math homework every day of primary school, but not so much anymore. I think she’s getting better at it because now, she never asks for my help at all. Mia and I have always talked a lot, too much her mum says. The furrowed brow and twitchy lip her mum wears when she sees us talking has always confused me. Maybe it’s because I’m the only one Mia talks to. But there’s no reason for Mia to be lonely. She has me, one best friend. That’s all she needs.
By Tayla Rankine5 years ago in Fiction
Blessed Be The Young Vandals
…Blessed be the violent young vandals…For they shall inherit the Black Earth… He could still see a slither of orange light through the slits of his eyes in the darkness but they stung, so steadily and with his breath slowing, he gently closed them again.
By Kerri-lyn Bryant5 years ago in Fiction
The Collapse
Worms, cockroaches, roots, and rats. Those are the last remaining things on this planet that can be eaten. We thought it was a myth, that it would go away on its own, that not everyone had to care and contribute. The summers got hotter and the winters became more like spring. The rain stopped falling and the arctic ice melted, flooding Florida and other coastal states. Then the droughts hit as the planet heated up more, whole lakes evaporated and eventually the oceans, leaving nothing but salt and sand. The only freshwater left to drink lay deep beneath the surface. -Diary entry 15 | 6/30/22 | Nico Ashline
By Lyle Alexander Artain5 years ago in Fiction
Do Good, Be Good
Ilona knew she could never return home, it was a pain she felt deep in her chest every single day. Not that it was ever the happiest place, she sometimes felt silly for missing it. She had survived a rough childhood living with her parents and two older siblings, her brother and sister. Ilona was always jealous of her sister having pin-straight and manageable hair as opposed to her own mane of curls that, no matter what, always looked messy. She and her brother looked more alike than anything, but he always kept his hair short and kept his appearances at home even shorter. Her mother always joked that she was her carbon copy to her youthful annoyance, but in recent years she found herself avoiding mirrors because they just reminded her that her original is missing.
By Audrey Beyers5 years ago in Fiction
Sages' Secret
For as long as I can remember the world has been desolate, with little food or water. Mom and dad once said that long ago there were trees and oceans that were so deep that explorers never discovered all its secrets. I smile vaguely at the thought of my parents, a tear rolling down my cheek, I wish I could see them again. Lost in thoughts of my parents, I barely hear Finn calling my name. "Sage, Sage." I snap out of my thoughts. "What?" Huffing at him annoyed. "It's our turn to go search for food and water, get ready lets go." I roll out of my little make shift mattress and go to the mirror, I look just like my mother.
By Ocean Blumer5 years ago in Fiction
The Cure
The Cure-by M.Lyn Bennett “Let the kid sleep,” growled Ghost. “Sleep won’t keep us safe,” Red complained. “Lack of sleep sure as Hell ain’t gonna keep us safe either,” countered Ghost. “Look at her, Red, she’s out of fuel. A couple hours won’t kill us.”
By Meredith Bennett5 years ago in Fiction
To Keep You Safe
You couldn’t keep anything from your past life. The moment you stepped into the safety of their walls, you were no longer an individual with desires or original thoughts that could be expressed out loud. Out there, it was dangerous. They told me this when they found me. They stripped me down, the way they did with all the people that they called travelers, and they took all my belongings, hanging up valuables in a museum of the past world.
By Christa Morgan5 years ago in Fiction
The Small Promise
The grass was already starting to turn. In the 4 days since the spill, the lush green was becoming a sickly brown. Unlike the brown of a crisp blade fried in the summer sun, which Cherry had seen before, this brown was warped. Everything had changed so quickly.
By Kinslee Sikes5 years ago in Fiction
