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The Awakening
Independence Day, War of the Worlds, Roswell, popular culture is full of stories about insect or lizard-like aliens descending upon the planet with the sole purpose of eliminating all life on the planet. So focused is our lore of little green men, we never imagined the threat would come, not from a looming spaceship, but from a species not unlike our own.
By Christine Immel5 years ago in Fiction
Heart and Logic
A tremor through my spine, it’s almost harvest time. Twice a day, every day since I was 7 years old…. The abysmal cloud hung softly over her shoulders. I watched her eyes sit glazed and unmoving. The dense fog flashed with black, violet, and a bloody red as its luminescence wretchedly wound about her wrists and injected into her veins. The locket hung limp around her neck as I sat uselessly in horror. I knew at that point I would have to carry it beyond without her. The colors in her veins had reached the whites of her eyes and the rainbow of tears seeped down her pallid cheeks. Her body finally fell to the ground, her soul pulled into the cloud becoming one with the whole in a most unnatural order.
By Jessie Foley5 years ago in Fiction
Loyal beyond Death
It became clear to me one afternoon that I am not as clever or worldly minded as I once thought that I was. I had long thought that I, as a member of the many whose childhoods had been spent among the poor and impoverished masses, must have been an expert on many important topics. The most important of these topics was the subject of loyalty.
By William King5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 21
It’s another day and nothing. No Millie. No Tucker. No reports of anyone seeing them or knowing anything about where they might be. How can someone just disappear like that? I have already called the police station twice. Both times I reach Officer Michaels. Both times, he tells me the same thing. “We’re working on it.”
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
The Asylum
During the month of June in 2020, five employees of an environmental consulting company arrived in [REDACTED] to complete a series of bat surveys on a property with numerous condemned buildings. Bat surveys are conducted 30 minutes prior to sunset and one hour after for a total survey time of 90 minutes. According to the protocols for species at risk bats by the Ontario Ministry of Natural Resources and Forestry, suitable weather means low wind, no precipitation, and temperatures above 10 degrees Celsius. In 1876 the site was called the [REDACTED] Asylum for Idiots. The following logs a series of unusual phenomena that each employee experienced and later recounted to their fellow coworkers.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Fiction
Life Is Worth More
A nuclear fallout befell the world. In the beginning, before the bombs went off. Our world leaders tried to calm the public down. Saying “Everything will be alright, we shall not succumb to a 3rd World War ''. But the world did succumb to it. We are selfish and greedy beings. Nobody cared about each other. They only did things to help themselves, they had no empathy for others.
By Stephanie Daniel5 years ago in Fiction
Hush Little Baby
The sky is black. One day, I hope you won't believe it, like I didn't believe my mother when she told me about life before the internet (I never understood what they did for fun without it… now I understand all too well). You know, I was born in the midst of a global pandemic? Now my baby is being born during “the end of the world.” Yes, that's what they call it, even though we are still here, struggling, surviving. They say those born during trying times are meant for great things, I can only hope that is true. For both of our sakes. The sky is black and I don't know if we can fix it, but I know I'll try my best for you.
By Brenna Baker5 years ago in Fiction
The Bird
“I saw a bird today.” Her voice emerges from the cocoon of yellow foam and matted blankets on the other side of the platform. Shapes of the scrapyard cast shadows that slice my sister’s face into strips, and her one eye falls perfectly in a stripe of orange glow from the burn barrel in the pit.
By Tippy Ki Yay5 years ago in Fiction
Some Other Beginning's End
There was still hope inside the hearts of the man and the woman. They escaped months ago and managed to hide but still feared being forced back into what remained of their society. Governments all over the world collapsed years ago and any hope of reestablishing a civilized life was something of folklore. The first few days of freedom were gripped with terror and uncertainty. Both knew they would never go back. They knew that death was more comforting than the torturous existence from which they had escaped.
By Carrie Peterson5 years ago in Fiction
Programming
“Warning: ALERT. ALERT. PROXIMITY TO MINEFIELD IS 20 METRES.” The figures moving through the sand-stricken village stop. A man covered in a multi-layered outfit of white and brown, with a helmet that covers his eyes and ears, turns to look at the other figure. He removes the scarf that covers his mouth.
By Alejandro Melgar5 years ago in Fiction
OUR WORLD
DOOMSDAY Essay OUR WORLD He opened his eyes slowly. It was hard to tell day or night anymore. The quiver of grey light forcing itself through the small rain hole above him is all he could count on as an alarm. The cold thick air violated his living space. Five shelves stored his freeze -dried meals, his means of survival. The old farm sink in the corner held two urns of drinking water. The faucet would run cool water for what could be an hour every day, he wasn’t sure but it was enough to freshen up the last 4 days. The toilet thankfully was screened off. Every time he used it he was wondering where it went. It wasn’t that important any way. How he made it and survived, he still couldn’t clearly remember. All he wanted to remember was being at school with his friends, having fun like a normal twelve year old should be doing. His Mom. He could smell her still, every time he woke up, even when he slept. His dreams were sometimes so real and pleasant. They were all he had left of his memories. The trips to grandma’s in the summertime at the coast. The beaches, being out on the water and the salty spray on his face, the taste of the ocean on his lips. The beautiful warm rays of sunlight sweeping his skin. He missed it, he missed her, so much. When he was younger and would complain about being out on the boat for hours. “Its too hot, can we go in now?” The way she would always place her hands on either cheek, look into his eyes and say, “ Lets enjoy what we have today, all the beautiful sunshine, cool air. We’ll go in soon sweetie” The heart shaped locket would swing into his chin when she kissed his cheek. She always wore it.
By Donna Seymour5 years ago in Fiction
