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The Well
The Well By Walt Allen Sanford knew it was an important job. That doesn't mean it was exciting. That's the thing about lying in wait. It was boring. It was a good day if you didn't have to do anything. Sitting in the blind looking downrange at the well. And hopefully, seeing nothing. That was a good day.
By Walt Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Broken Heart
They told me he died of a broken heart. It was something I didn’t understand. Couldn’t understand, actually, according to them. I was a Bot, after all, and Bots didn’t have hearts, so naturally, that was one thing about us that just couldn’t break. A limb, a sensory hub, a logic box, sure. But not a heart. I could look human, they said, and act human and even smell human (though I’ve frequently since wondered what being human could smell like), but I was never going to be human, because I didn’t have a fragile, delicate, apparently deadly-to-break heart.
By Rebekah Sherman5 years ago in Fiction
The Well
The Well By Walt Allen Sanford knew it was an important job. That doesn't mean it was exciting. That's the thing about lying in wait. It was boring. It was a good day if you didn't have to do anything. Sitting in the blind looking downrange at the well. And hopefully, seeing nothing. That was a good day.
By Walt Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Living Gold
Ever heard of Living Gold?, referred to Mankind as Gods Gold. Kept in the Chamber of Time and Space as the last nugget of gods after they've made all the jewelry and silverware needed in paradise. Living Gold was the source of blessings and events leading to the lives on earth, And the destruction of earth, which lead to a deadly curse that caused madness, killing and nearly wiping the human race to extinction. From the beginning, the Living Gold that the gods wore and ate with used to control peace on earth. Until the fate of a tragic effect.
By Darrius Harris5 years ago in Fiction
Why I carry a gun while mowing
When I mow my yard I always let my mind wander. I remove the restraints and governors, and more or less turn it loose. There are times that I am so deep in thought that I don't even see the endless grass in front of me. It's as if I'm on autopilot. I have two or three "standard" rivers of thought that I follow, each one open to multiple variants and courses, so it never gets old.
By Carla L Stransky5 years ago in Fiction
Underwater Mystery
It has been 10 years since the covid pandemic and once again here we are in the middle of another plague, the White Plague. Many people thought this plague was brought on by the covid vaccine and were waiting for people to return as zombies. But no-this plague is nothing like covid. People are disappearing, entering another universe itself and are unable to return. It’s been said that some people are getting caught in black holes trying to get back to their own universe. Over half the population is gone already. The government is obsolete, no one works anymore, the grocery stores have been depleted of all their stock and of course no one is working to stop people from stealing food or to restock or sell the groceries. This plague has taken hold of my mother, little sister, Grandpa George and many other cousins uncles and aunts. My father died just before the plague got worst in a car accident. It has just been me my younger brother Shawn and my old brother Brandon since then. How did this start you may ask; well, I have a theory? In my opinion the common denominator in those that disappeared is fish- I’ve done my research and they all ate fish from this one particular fish farming company. We have all heard about the fish farms, tilapia heck if you watched Seaspiracy you should know most of the fish people eat isn’t real or simply is unsafe to eat. Many people ignored the warnings of activists. I even warned my mother that now was not the time to become a pescatarian because of the fish shortage and risk of eating something far worst. She agreed with me but that didn’t stop her. Lucky for us my father made the choice for us to stop eating fish before he died. It could be a coincidence but that is my theory, either way people are still gone, and we have no idea how to get them back.
By Alexis Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
Colony 138
Auntie Mira has been gone for five days. The Controllers took her on what the Ancients would call her ‘birthday’ – the day she was to become an Eldest.
By Christine Young5 years ago in Fiction
West Hell
The sweat dries from my face, my body shaking fast to the beat of my heart. I can barely stand anymore, let alone continue to use this shovel. Not even the wind that kicks up the dust grants me reprieve from this heat. The rest of the dogs have already fallen. I’m the last one today. It feels as though my body has fallen asleep without me. Every time this happens, I wonder if I will ever wake up again.
By Zachary Burns5 years ago in Fiction
Prompt:
"Seems you missed the "Don't talk to strangers" lesson." The kid shrugs, "What's it to you if I talk to strangers?" I roll my eyes and slowly turn to look at the kid. "I could be a kidnapper or something, you know? Where's your sense of self-preservation? It's called 'stranger danger' for a reason."
By Nikolle Freeman5 years ago in Fiction
Everglade
Everglade Margaret could not remember a time when her and the others had the freedom to think their own thoughts or choose their own plans for the day. Everglade had been overrun and ruled by alien beings for a very long time. She was known by Evergladewoman562903 now but every day she would remind herself that her parents had named her Margaret before the world had changed, lest she forget.
By Nancy Rupp5 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Atlantis
A Note from the Author For many generations the idea, the myth, the story of the lost city of Atlantis has inspired expeditions, tales, and imaginations all over the world. Over years the myth has grown from a city whose military might was challenged only by the ancient Athenians; to a super advanced civilization whose technological prowess would be comparable, if not superior to even our modern industrial world. The idea that a group of humans could have long ago developed many of the technology and things we take for granted today, is quite possibly what has allowed this myth to continue growing and permeate popular culture.
By Rich Eakins5 years ago in Fiction
The Bright
When she pressed the locket into my palm on her Last Day, my mother told me to keep it on me, tucked under the stiff, chalky clothing and out of sight. She insisted I only open it in the safety of our quarters, away from the Steward's prying eyes and eager cuffs. I didn’t have to ask why; they hammered that rule into me since before I was old enough to understand. Any unapproved possessions are a frivolity, and are therefore banned. It’s a miracle my mother managed to keep it hidden for so long, and her mother, and all the ones before. I don’t know how many mothers it’s been since we came to The Chasms. If I asked, they’d tell me that the first mother was born in The Chasm, and I would have believed it.
By Alysha5 years ago in Fiction