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Fright Night At The Museum
They all took a trip to the museum to spend the night, for fun. Instead of sleeping though, all the kids stayed up, playing hide and seek. With the facility to themselves, the parents and kids stayed up, enjoying the game that was reset many times and the new seeker was chosen. However, this wasn’t an ordinary game of hide and seek. No. All the power had been shut down, and all of them had a flashlight on them so that they could find their way. This was to make them more scared. To make matters worse, they were in a museum that was a part wax, and part evolution of scare museum; all decked out with some of the scariest things of all time.
By Brandon Austin5 years ago in Fiction
Not An Asshole, Just Unfortunate
There are simple but absolute principles found everywhere in life, if you jump off a cliff, you’ll fall, if you cut yourself, you’ll bleed… If you throw a punch at someone hard enough and have your thumb tucked inside your hand, you’ll break your thumb. A hard lesson Raz was learning at the worst time.
By Jessica Pettet5 years ago in Fiction
A Locket to Lock Your Heart
Yellow. Fucking yellow. It’s the fucking color of caution. It means to fucking slow down. You would think we would have heeded caution, we would have slowed down instead of rushing to get the yellow locket, the heart-shaped necklace given to us after they jabbed our arms with their fucking poison. We were told if you want to stay in this world, you need this locket. That was a fucking lie. Good chance you might survive. It was also not a lie. Because without a locket you got locked out of life. Might as well be a fucking ghost.
By U.B. Light5 years ago in Fiction
Carry
“You didn’t sign the Personal Safety Affidavit,” the interviewer, Mr. Ramirez, said. “Did you forget?” Katie suddenly felt sick. The interview had been going so well. Of course she hadn’t signed the affidavit, and she wasn’t going to sign it. “Mr. Ramirez,” she managed to say, “about that affidavit….”
By Darin Price5 years ago in Fiction
THE GIFT
After decades of wars and famines, the Earth’s population had significantly declined. Unfortunately, the significant population that had perished were not the soldiers themselves, but mostly women and female children. Boys were taken from their families as soon as they were old enough to walk, to be trained by other elite forces by the GGE – the Greater Government of Earth.
By Julia Bedenbaugh5 years ago in Fiction
Reclaiming Azuria
The large conference room sat seemingly empty. The bright sunlight shone through the hall’s large arched windows, filling the entire room with brilliant light. Everything inside was radiantly white. The high, vaulted ceilings were decorated with intricate carvings of fruit and cherubs, and surrounding the room was wide, tall windows that revealed grand vistas of the land for many miles. In the center of the room was an enormous table with a remarkably large white chair at its head. This is where the kimetar sat during his meetings. Next to the kimetar’s chair, in the corner of the room, stood an ornate, waist-high white pedestal upon which sat a red velvet pillow adorned with gold stitching around the edges. On the pillow rested a smooth orb created from perfectly pure diamond. Around the table, smaller chairs of the highest quality sat empty, save one. At the opposite end of the table from the seat of power, a man reclined, gazing out one window over the cloud tops which covered the land in all directions. He looked young, mid-thirties perhaps, yet he had glistening white hair that billowed over his head and flowed beautifully down to his shoulders. He was dressed all in white. On the table next to him were two small envelopes.
By Christopher Schalk5 years ago in Fiction
A hearts journey
Looking out over the land in front of her, Katrine could picture her father’s wagon coming down the path pulling his wagon. The wheels squeaking from the weight of his load. It had been four years now since he brought his last load home. She missed him. He must have gotten killed by man or beast, or perhaps he tired of the family and moved on. She had seen it happen to another family and tried to push the thought from her head. He had always been happy, She thought, he had been more than content when he was home. Her mother always smiled the brightest when he was home. She had not smiled in a long time. It was her turn to walk the path and bring home things of value to her family. Katrine climbed down from the edge of the wall her father had built around their home. She gathered her carry all with supplies. Food and water was essential for her survival so she carried it close to her body. Even with it wrapped up, creatures could smell it and follow her. She would have to be alert and careful the whole trip. She had done it once with her father and then a few times with her brother. Ando had married last month so he now had his own family to forage for. That left Katrine to fend for her and her mother.
By Gina Solomon5 years ago in Fiction
D-Day
Ooo. Ooo. Baby Dylan reached his tiny hand out to his father. David smiled and held his son’s hand and gave it a kiss. “I love you,” he said. Dylan started laughing. David looked at his wife, Dani, and they smiled together. Dani held a heart shaped locket above Dylan and he grabbed it and put it in his mouth. David and Dani both gazed at their precious one in bliss.
By Toan Nguyen5 years ago in Fiction
Rise of the Weird Ones
“This locket has the power to return someone to the past. Use it to end this chaos.” Those were the last words that my mentor said to me before she was taken by the Weird Ones. They echoed in my mind as I looked down at the heart shaped locket in my hand. The locket itself was made of pure silver and had three tiny sapphires in a triangle near the middle. My mentor warned me that the locket had a finite number of uses. As I stared down at the locket in my palm, I wondered if the sapphires had anything to do with amount of tries. After all, it would make sense. Three sapphires to represent each chance you had of starting over. Until I know differently, that is what I will assume it means.
By Liliana Cresswell5 years ago in Fiction
A touch through time and space
He scanned the brownish gray, dusty, flat expanse around him as he walked. Looking for anything notable, any landmarks. Shifting spirits of wind given form by dust and grit seemed to reflect a listlessness. Buildings, flattened, molding from water damage and exposure against a dim sky with the night’s stars still visible from the lack of competing light. The former abodes and businesses were like big crushed cardboard boxes. There was so much nothing stretching into the distant reaches, but this was once a fairly decent sized village. He mentally switched to foraging mode. He wasn’t sure if it was something he was imagining but it felt like he could mentally, no, just feel where there was something worth finding. Maybe it was his imagination trying to keep him sane, but he had no system to his foraging methods and a fairly high success rate. It was as if by being alone, some unseen tendrils of psychic need for more sensory stimulation reached out, established a new way to cope with a bleak and wasted world. Or maybe it was just delusions of grandeur.
By Daniel Wisniewski5 years ago in Fiction
