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Submissive Evil
We returned to the Underworld after my memories were restored and stayed close to the Fold. It called us to stay near, as if it wanted company with the ever encroaching end bearing down on it. Everyday we knelt beside it with our children and waited for our world to crumble apart. We waited for a sign that there might be something we could do to stop the darkness from consuming the Overworld and tearing through the Fold to the Other Worlds that didn’t deserve the destruction. Atlas and I knew we weren’t enough. Our children were feeble and gentle creatures. We would need an army strapped to the bone with rage to walk into the Overworld and overthrow the high-lords and defeat the Darkness growing there. Without one we were no match against it's might. So, we waited.
By J. L. Cross5 years ago in Fiction
Frag Dog
I’ll never forget the tears that were in her jewel blue eyes, how they were already there before I placed the heart-shaped locket in her hand and she closed her fist around it. She had hired me to bring her daughter back, but this is what I returned with instead. I recognized that sandpaper-gut sorrow she was exuding, having been there once, too, and I hesitated to tell her…
By T. J. Ward5 years ago in Fiction
Love you, your brother Jack.
January 21, 2059 Dear Jazz, I miss you so much, especially today. Happy 17TH birthday! I can't believe it's been 4 years since I last saw you. How tall are you now? Do you look like mom or dad? Did one of the aunt's make you a cake? If not, I promise I'll make you one when I get back. I'm on my way to another scouting mission. This time we'll be in the Northeast Coastal Region of our territory. I remember dad telling us stories of his childhood in that area and how he and ma meet at the "Mall." Whatever that is. Anyway, it'll be nice to see the ocean finally; he always talked about it, it'll be like seeing them again. I wish I had a camera to take pictures to show you, but I'll draw you one instead. This is the 27th mission I've been on in the three months since I last wrote. I'm sorry my letters have been so infrequent. It's hard to find clean stationery, let alone stamps. The Postman only comes around every few months or so, leading to very lonely months without any news from home. But rereading your anecdotes about everyone back home on the settlement always makes me feel better on my darkest days. BTW, how's the victory garden going? Have you harvested anything yet? Are the chickens still alive? Well, I have to say goodbye, for now. My squadron is about to move out. I hope all is well, give the aunts my love and I'll write to you as soon as I can.
By Maize Scott5 years ago in Fiction
Lost In a Dream
++-+---ello? Can you hear me? Are you listening? This story is not about me. It isn’t about you. It just keeps going. Unfolding with no end in sight. Broken in places. You see many of us just keep unraveling as life goes on with no idea where things will end up. Seeking purpose in whatever place we find comfort in, for a moment, maybe even a lifetime?
By Spencer Lane5 years ago in Fiction
The Rastonia Era
The Rastonia Era The house was full of angry, armed men and their wives and children. Everyone was silent as the men loaded and readied their weapons. The women were on their knees, praying for the safety of their men and the success of their mission to overthrow the rule of the oppressors. The only sounds were the metallic clinking of clips sliding into place and the click clack of rounds being chambered.
By Steven the author5 years ago in Fiction
