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Femme Fatale
"I want to live," said Florus. A moment of silence ensued as the entire class of 16-year-old boys stared at Florus from behind his seat in the front row. Florus' cheeks suddenly burned red and he felt hot beneath his collar. It was the truth though, and he didn't care that he might suffer for it. If God were to ask him what he wanted most, that's what he would say.
By Marc Peraino5 years ago in Fiction
The Dream Merchant
Cress smiled as she slept, enthralled by her dream. It was one of her favorites. She was riding her pony, Windstruck, and they were exploring the woods just across the river from her home. They came across a beautiful little cottage, all covered with engraved wooden panels, each depicting one of the fairy stories her mom liked to read to her. The scent of a freshly baked pie wafted through the air. As she approached the house, she saw the pie cooling in the window and heard her grandmother singing from inside.
By Drayton Alan5 years ago in Fiction
To the East
The sun rose again, despite Williams best efforts. William was absolutely certain that last night would be his final one, and prayed that today would be. To the east. The Locket was speaking to him again. No, not speaking. Commanding. Sure, you could resist. Walk west. Before you know it, the sun is at your back as the stars begin to wake. William couldn’t remember the last time he tried to resist the commands. It terrified him. Not in a pulse pounding fight or flight kind of way in books or movies, it was a like a cold spike inserted itself into the bottom of his stomach. It’ll fade. He knew his weak attempt to convince himself that the fear would leave him was a mere hope. He was beginning to lose the ability to distinguish his own thoughts from the command of the locket. Was he losing himself? Or was he becoming like the Locket? It was innocent looking. A heart shaped casing hiding tumblers, springs, and perhaps something sinister. As he made his way eastward his mind went elsewhere. That was probably the only good thing about the situation. He could be on autopilot all day, although eventually he would feel the strain. He No longer felt pain or hunger. Not that his mortal body would sustain itself, he was commanded to eat whatever was near when the Locket deemed it lunchtime using some inexplicable method of telling time. Can it see what I see? Can it hear my thoughts? You have to tell me if you can hear my thoughts, otherwise it’s entrapment. William chuckled to himself. No. I am not losing myself. I will get out of this. The fear melted like ice, giving way to a smile.
By Jesse Wright5 years ago in Fiction
Breaks Loose
Before humans existed comets penetrated the earth's atmosphere. Over the past eons the comets became dormant and fossilized under several layers of earth. When humans started to exist, they were very naive about this world. As the world began to grow from all the era’s to the modern age. Scientists became more curious about earth in the 2000. Researchers became obsessed with why there are warm body temperatures under layers of the earth. The United Nations announced that there will no longer be doing research on this topic if it is brought up you will have all your things confiscated and be in bars till death. Some people just don’t listen until it's too late…
By Magdala7985 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Locket Hunt for Humanity
Foreword: I haven’t tried my hand at creative/fictional writing since high school 10 years ago. So here goes nothing. All I need are dramatic elements that everyone can relate to, right? I feel like the range of 600 - 2000 words doesn’t allow a ton of room for character development, but I’ll at least have a protagonist and antagonist as most good fiction stories have. I hope you, whoever happens to be reading this, enjoys what I’m about to conceive. Thank you for reading.
By Alex Wolstencroft5 years ago in Fiction
Weirdo Alley
Guys, it’s worse… way worse… I am under my head, no, no, that’s not right; I am way under my foot; my, my, foot is over my face, ugh! You get the picture; I have been captured and held against my will; forced to complete in a series of deeming and questionable challenges; you knew what I was trying to say. My captors, I don’t hear you ask but presume, a group of terrorsome mystics. Ewww… *Shudders*
By Samuel Fletcher5 years ago in Fiction
Heart-Shaped Locket
Aarons Point of View. With careful movements, Aaron chips away at the rough cavern wall. After searching for so long, guided by nothing more than a legend, he was finally so close to what he had been searching for. The Locket. Though thought to be a myth, and nothing more than a tale, those who knew of the validity of the legend had searched for years hoping to find the subject of the tall tale. Those in the right circles knew of its power and had been hunting for decades to find it and take its power as their own. As the son of a professor, he had always been ensnared by the story… and his father's quest to find it. Finally here, in this moment, he would have what so many had searched for, what his father had died for. Any minute now, his search would end. He has to remind himself of patience as his hand slips and a rather large piece of rock tumbles to the cavern floor, echoing loudly.
By Deven Ziegenbein5 years ago in Fiction
Remembrance
An extraordinary crimson sunrise illuminated the forests south of what used to be Portland, Oregon, high in the Cascade Mountain range. The light crept through the blinds of the second-floor window of a young woman whose eyes fluttered awake at the touch of the morning sun. Rolling to her side, she sighed before pushing herself up to face the day, her sixteenth birthday. Her room was plain with white walls, a sturdy oak door, a vanity from before the collapse, and her bed, another relic of the recent past. The only real point of interest was the window that she marveled at every morning. Pulling up the blinds revealed the sprawling forested mountains that the cabin nestled itself in with. A large garden sat between the house and the edge of the forest ripe with the spoils of fall.
By Zach Sanford5 years ago in Fiction
Antihuman
I ate Venkh’s nerve cluster as he watched. It didn’t matter, he had several of them. But still, it was a blow to his pride. Inevitable, however, for hunting so freely in my territory. The ecstatic feeling of his computational lattice assimilating into my system was enough to keep me from shredding him into his base components. Feeling generous, I let him limp away. The loss of a core would be punishment enough, his growth had been stalled for perhaps a year. If a rival of his stature were to surpass him as he was, the balance of power would no doubt change.
By Donovan Bottini5 years ago in Fiction
Mountain Pass Pines Asylum
When I come to, all I can feel is pain radiating from the base of my skull. I reach my hand back and inspect it. Touching a knot of hair and dried blood, my eyes flutter as a new wave of anguish spreads through my head and down my spine.
By S. M. Risdon5 years ago in Fiction
