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A Glimmer In The Shade
On a waning moon, the sky growls, and the clouds weep. There are no legs or tires moving about the streets. While sitting in my pick up parked in a cul-de-sack, I gaze at a house contemplating a plan to where my entry could not be detected. I turn off my wipers. I became mildly irritated by their sound, as they shriek. And then... I realized it was not my wipers that was causing the irritating squeaks. The window to the house was partially open. I hear continuous squeaks similar to rusty hinges on a door that creaks. I get out of my pick up, and neared the window and I peeked- but due to the foggy sweating window, there is only but so far my eye sight can reach. While peeping into the blinds I see red polished fingernails vertically maneuvering up and down a spine. A faint rainbow colored light trickled and glistened briefly. I felt compelled to discover what this mysterious glimmer beyond the shade.
By K. Wisendanger 5 years ago in Fiction
Another Sweltering Day
Another sweltering day. It isn’t like Val expected any different, it has been the same miserably hot and dry weather for the last three years, but it did not stop her from longing for a simple breeze of cool air or any break from the heat. Val pulled up her hood to protect her fair skin, she had learned from her past mistakes, she never wanted to experience another blistering sunburn again. Then she pulled on her mask and pushed open the heavy metal door. Unfortunately, it was time for her to leave the place she had considered home for the last twelve months. It was time to carry out her grandmother's plan to rebuild a safe haven for the survivors.
By Rose Chester 5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of the Paradox
"There are three things you need to survive in this world; food, water and a twelve bore shotgun." Looking out onto a barren street, an old woman stood at the grimy window of her musty living room, arms folded tightly. She brushed a few stray white hairs behind her ear with spindly fingers and straightened out her tattered floral dress, before making her way over to the nearest armchair.
By Peter Spering5 years ago in Fiction
Heart-Shaped Box
Heart-Shaped Box By Marie South The bombs had done their damage well, Donna thought as she made her way through the rubble. No one knew which group had done the damage. At least that was what the Sergeant had said. She had heard the phrase ‘war is hell’ spoken many times, even before the war began. Now that the country was in the middle of World War III, almost everyone in America sang it like a song. Those idiots had no idea.
By Marie South5 years ago in Fiction
Locket?
Elijah looked up at the gray sky. It may have been a beautifully sunny day but one couldn’t tell because the spires of smoke that dotted the horizon rose up and blanketed the atmosphere. Some were campfires, a means for survivors to keep warm and cook a meal if they were lucky to have one. Others were just the remains of looting and pillaging.
By Michael J Meyers5 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Of Days Gone By
That old house… Part of me had hoped it would still be standing and everyone I loved would be inside and alright, huddled together around what little warmth they could create and sharing what few morsels they could gather. I should’ve known better. Instead, when I returned, I found the house collapsed in the front, and leaning up against a nearly dead, hollow tree just barely clinging to life in the back.
By Zachary Gott5 years ago in Fiction
Reverie
Milton’s routine changed the day the world started raining ash. The alarm clock on his nightstand went off at six, precisely the same time he woke every morning. On Sunday, his routine stayed the same, only pushed back an extra hour. He made breakfast, one egg sunny-side up, two strips of bacon, and two scoops of grits which he slow-cooked in a rice pot his mother had given him too many years ago as a birthday present. God rest her soul. He would set his plate on the table before pouring a glass of orange juice, with pulp.
By Haley Stuart5 years ago in Fiction
