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Aftermath
The city was so quiet it was unnerving. The only sound Nick could hear was the concrete crumbling under his feet. It reminded him of winter snow and made him smile to himself. The last time he had heard the snow was when he was building snowmen with his children. His hand unconsciously went to the small heart shaped locket around his neck and his mind began to wander as he slowly dropped one foot in front of the other.
By Brandon Brookbank5 years ago in Fiction
The Northern Wars
NERO FOREST, AHGLOR Winter, 1E77 Robin trekked through the rough hilly terrain of the Ahglorian woodlands in pursuit of the caribou herd he’d been pursuing for three days, northeast of his home in Olenor. The land was covered in dense pine and fir tree woods and small ferns and thorny underbrush grew between them. The ground was covered in dead leaves and pine needles and it was flattened where the caribou had run through, sometime late in the night during the storm. He followed the caribou trail as quickly and quietly as an elf- the dead wet leaves gave way without sound beneath the soles of his hemp shoes as he ran along on his northerly course. The path he followed was sunken into the ground and the land rose two and a half feet on either side of the three foot wide path that he traversed. His path was walled-in by the thick growth of trees that surrounded him and the caribou route twisted and turned periodically as he navigated it.
By Kelson Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
The Ramarkable Mind of Doctor Rockit
Part 2. 18th Birthday School finished, I made sure to run quickly to a spot I chose a few days before. It was on the outskirts of the town’s graveyard. I don’t know why but I was aiming for the graveyard but while walking back from the graveyard I came across a tree where three trunks intertwined creating a rambunctious and gargantuan tree of mystical sorts. I honestly at the time didn’t know why I chose there though. Remember at this point in my magic endeavours I was still feeling that magic was more a show and illusion than actual magic. I wanted to believe but so many things in society told me magic was a fake thing created for children. I still wasn’t sure where I stood on this.
By Jason Bond5 years ago in Fiction
Under The Boot Of Heroes
2050. The ruins of Wrocław were hauntingly quiet on the first morning of June. Broken buildings, shattered churches and ruined neighbourhoods as far as the eye could see. This city was once home to such vibrant culture and life. Now, just rubble and ruin, like many other cities throughout the world. Lyon, Birmingham, Jaipur, Philadelphia, and so many more lay dead, destroyed, made an example of when the True Gods rose to power in 2035. Overlord, their leader, had descended upon these cities, using his raw, god-like power to batter humanity into submission. For fifteen years the world has been under the boot of Superheroes.
By Maurice D. Winterborn5 years ago in Fiction
Praesidium II
Previously - Meanwhile, James was searching through his third house. He was proud of his hoard of supplies. He had found some new clothes for them ready for the approaching warmer weather. The first house had a whole supply of canned food. Some of the cupboards and the fridge were starting to grow their own eco systems from the moldy food but most of the cans were okay. A scream pierced the silence.
By Jade Stephens5 years ago in Fiction
The Pigerons
I hear someone screaming in the distance and I open my eyes. It’s dark and I can’t remember where I am so I try to move but I can’t, my body is unresponsive but my mind is racing. I hear footsteps approaching and my fear makes my heart beat faster, something touches my foot, I can’t tell what but the coldness I feel doesn’t leave my body, and shivers run through my spine. Seconds later I see a face leaning in close but I can’t make out the features and suddenly it disappears as someone screams my name. Or am I imagining it? I don’t know anymore. I'm disoriented and trying to stay calm when I finally get my mobility back.
By Kennedy Bayer5 years ago in Fiction
