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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 The government is obsolete, no one works anymore, the grocery stores have been depleted of all their stock and of course no one is working to stop people from stealing food or to restock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
A Good Way
He had died poorly, whoever it was. Not that there was a good way to die. Dead was dead, after all, and no matter the cause the result was always the same.
By Thomas D WATTS5 years ago in Fiction
The Wizard of Walls
A story like this has never been told before. Many people have heard of the Wizard of Oz but no many know about the Wizard of Walls. The good news is you don’t have to get caught in a tornado to meet him. You just have to go into his shop but he is still a mystery to behold. One small boy and his family can attest to this.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Fiction
Prompt response:
"I knew you'd like that one." The clapping died off; like the volume of a radio being turned down. "I wasn't sure if you'd noticed that I ..well," I laughed lightly," I was trying to find a genre you preferred. I do want my audience to enjoy my ‘performance’."
By Nikolle Freeman5 years ago in Fiction
Wherever You Are
The sun is setting with pastel pinks bleeding into deeper purples without any clouds to tarnish the beauty. In the distance the sirens song of the ice cream truck plays and on my block, chubby toddlers and their sibling laugh manically as they run through the sprinkler set up in the street. Everything about today is beautiful and carefree, except it’s all a mirage. The laugher covers a blanket of thick anxiety among adults listening intently to portable radios crackling with static because despite today being a gorgeous day, it’s December 17th in New York. As I walk into the yard, the radio on my phone begins giving a forecast: “In other news, the heatwave hitting the Northern continents has turned into an ice wave in the Southern continents. Scientists are working diligently to understand the root of the issue but have warned us to expect the warm weather….” By the time I go to bed it’s 9pm and the sunset is still happening.
By Jessica J5 years ago in Fiction
After The Wars
He could get used to this! Sleeping in a real room and waking on a soft bed. Aleon stretched his limbs lazily as he gets his six-foot-four-inch bulk out of bed. His room is twenty-two floors up from the streets of Levita-17, one of the twenty-two sky-cities in the stratosphere of what remained of Earth. The floating structures were first designed and deployed as military installations to shoot interplanetary ballistic missiles into space, during World War 4. Unfortunately, nobody thought to use them as second level defense systems to support the satellite shields. The weapons of the Marsenes proved more powerful, and took out almost seventy-eight percent of Earth’s population – and about a quarter of the Moon! Now, if the rays of the Sun leak through the dense debris in space, you can see the chipped Moon in orbit, like a worn battle-shield of some ancient warrior, and a large chunk of its dismembered part floating after it some miles away as though it was trying to play catch-up. A nuke from Mars did that! Scientists say it was a miracle that the Moon did not fall out of its orbital circuit.
By Emrys Ijaola5 years ago in Fiction