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Little Red
Sister Agnes walked into the room where the children were sleeping, checking each of them one by one in the dim candlelight. Every night she wandered through the grand hall that was strewn and littered with cots, trying to ensure that the orphans were washed, had brushed their teeth, and said their prayers. For the most part, she considered it a tedious job given how many of these forgotten ones there were, but she tried to put the boredom of this nightly ritual out of her mind. She knew that she needed to focus on her work. Truth be told these children were the only thing keeping her and the other workers of the soup kitchen going. Without the little orphans here and the others before them, the Sacred Heart would have perished long ago. Since the Blast, which had literally turned the soil to poison, there was little that could be grown. In fact, hardly anything had survived at all. She knew that they needed these children to sustain the work. It was as simple as that.
By James McMechan5 years ago in Fiction
Five Minutes Till' Death
In the year, 2130, the world fell back into war. America’s blitzkrieg of Western Europe sent shockwaves around the world and sparked the greatest conflict known to man. America, having already made most of Western Europe kneel to their might, now planned the complete takeover of the European continent. Eastern European and Asian countries banded together with ANZAC forces to push America back into it’s own borders.
By Noah Weiss5 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow at My Door
It came in the blizzard. A dark, twisted thing, shambling in the freezing cold and right to our door. All the lights had been out—not just ours mind you, but ALL the lights—for a time I had long lost track of but that did not stop it from clawing its way right up the driveway to rest at the foot of the stairs and stare right inside—like it knew we were there. But it could not. No, it could not possibly have known.
By C.A. McKinney5 years ago in Fiction
Faces of the Future
The screens flashed at midnight as they sat in the dimmed room. “Happy New Year!” The girls of Iota Delta Iota Omicron Tau raised their glasses of sparkling cider as they celebrated the arrival of 2070. Banti77, 4Donna4, and Kar3n stayed in a room at their sacred sorority house on the campus of The University of Mid Southwest Coastal Florida. As part of this sisterhood, they shared holidays and many conversations about the past and the future.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Fiction
GEMS
Imagine living in a world, where the unexpected had become the norm. Not only had the world become corrupt, but it did something strange to my family. When my mom passed away, I had stored her gem in a heart locket that I wear around my neck every day. I also had a key in my locket to a closet in my home. My sister, aunt and I all have different colored gems embedded into our foreheads. These gems are all triggered by certain emotions and feelings, and they also have the power to do things. I have yet to find out what my gem is triggered by.
By Gina Bryant5 years ago in Fiction
Celia's Locket
Her body began to tremble. It was pouring outside, and the sound of distant gunshots and explosions echoed across the town. She took a few deep breaths, and with one last inhale, leaped out of her apartment window. She landed within the hedges, being cautious not to snap a single branch. Brushing her hair aside, she scanned her surroundings, making sure that nothing mischievous was lurking in the shadows. Glancing down at the heart-shaped locket around her neck, she took a moment to reflect on her mother's sacrifice. Celia knew what she had to do, even if no one else understood.
By Javier Romero5 years ago in Fiction
Freedom is Key
John hurdles over the lip of the Crater, hand in pocket squeezing the small cloth. The round edges of the heart-shaped locket press against his thumb, he thinks of his mom. He slides against the grainy decline; the bottom is filled with a low sitting fog making the Crater a mile wide cereal bowl. As he skims down he’s engulfed in fear and regret, but if it wasn’t so important to their survival he would’ve never done it. The Dwellers are cruel to trespassers, even teenagers, but Zeke and the Roamers would treat him no differently; so turning back is not an option. He just has to make it to the fog. To the Smokers. John never liked the name, but his brother, Will, chose it because he thought it was funny since they hid under the “smoke”. Will is the leader of their adolescent group of rebels. Not because he’s the oldest but because he’s the only one who has a gun. It had 6 rounds when Will found it, but now only half remain. He took it from Zeke’s chambers after he usurped our father’s crown. Zeke has an entire arsenal of weapons he gathered throughout the years, but he was the only one who had access to it. He carried the small Skull engraved key around with him to remind everyone of the fire power he possessed. Although one revolver is nothing compared to Zeke’s collection, Will still hides it away from everyone, but John knows where. The Smokers preformed a somewhat successful revolt against Zeke and most of them made it to the fog. Save the ones that were stopped by the Roamers or the Dwellers. That was 5 years ago and Zeke still hasn’t been able to find their hideout, thanks to the fog and the Dwellers. The Dwellers are afraid of the fog, but they’ve burrowed themselves around it knowing there’s tons of food under all that milk, also adding extra security to the Smokers. No one knows why they don’t like the fog. Some of the Smokers have theories that it’s what caused the Dwellers planet to implode, but John remains open-minded. When that big chunk of their home, referred to as the “Dweller Egg” hit, the fog exploded with the rubble and eventually settled at the bottom of the Crater.
By Ben Manhan5 years ago in Fiction
