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The way of the wolves.
As she stared into his brown eyes, she knew that he wasn’t going to choose her. The law of the wolves was when the alpha male turned twenty-five, he had to choose a mate. He wasn’t going to choose her when her sisters were so much prettier and had so much more to offer. Her heart sank, and her stomach did flips. She’d have to watch her best friend marry someone else and she’d have no choice but to be happy for them. She had never fit in with the wolves, always choosing to be alone with her books instead of one with the pack. Only Jenz could break her attention away from her love affair with the dead tattooed remnants of trees. He always knew where to find her, and what to say to make her join the pack. Her sisters had the social prestige that she would never have but was necessary to be an alpha’s mate. He would choose one of the others because that was what was expected. She wanted to run away but she couldn’t.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
Thank You Mike McKenna
Thank you, Mike McKenna. You don’t remember but I am the kid you went to junior high school with. You know, the one with the horned-rimmed glasses taped in the middle. A bowtie hooked to the top of the shirt. The plastic protector in the pocket. The kid who shuffled to class with a briefcase. Yeah, that one. The goofball. The savant. The idiot. The one you whispered about and pointed at. The one who you snuck up behind and stuffed a towel smeared with feces halfway up my nostrils. “Hey, shit head, sniff this!” You laughed. I am that kid.
By James McMechan5 years ago in Fiction
I Remember
I remember when I stood there watching as the sky filled with those flying ships hovering above. I looked around as my neighbors came from their homes, pointing up at the sky. A ship in the distance hovering above the city miles away. A beam of light shot from the spacecraft hitting the ground causing a big mushroom cloud that covered the skyline of the city. People began to scream and run into their homes.
By Kayla Velazquez5 years ago in Fiction
Show Me the Locket
"If we become separated, then reunited, how will I know whether I've found you, or a Shifter?" Nine-year-old Samson reviewed the scene in his head again. The day the sun never set all the way, 7 months ago, he and his older sister, Amelia, spoke in half-whispers sitting on the tile floor of their family's little kitchen. It was the only time he felt afraid, because Amelia had no answer. It had been a day they'd never hope to live again. There was dark stillness in their home. Power was lost weeks prior, which they knew was a sign, but now it was happening. Low-light lingered in the sky. It looked as though nature had a ceiling; everything outdoors was oddly tinted with a greenish-brown shadow. The sky was hauntingly overcast with very low, rolling lavender-gray clouds that hid the sun. There had been theories this day was nearing, but no way to know. They called it "The Dim." After The Dim started, the world would go mad. Some people would disappear, mostly adults; others would see things they couldn't explain.
By Danielle Gargano5 years ago in Fiction
The Telling Locket
It occurred to me while watching the television that we all liked something different. Krista liked the comedy; Stefan liked the drama and I preferred the documentary. We were required by the state to watch all 5 and then vote on Saturdays. Since the mandate, people had been disappearing. At first, it was something you just heard about, then, my former bunk mate, Natalie disappeared. The disappearances always occurred on Sundays and the government didn’t seem to mind that we had seen a correlation.
By Tracy Phillips5 years ago in Fiction
A Dance.
She placed the glitter mask on her face, and headed down to the dance. Her family always held a masquerade ball but this was the first time, she was old enough to go. Her mother had curled and styled her hair to the point of angelic. Her dress was beautiful, and she had loved it from the moment she’d seen it. It reminded her of the sunset. It was a light pink at the top, and it flowed into a dark orange at the bottom. Her mask matched the light pink. Her parents were already down at the ball. This was the biggest social event of the season, and debutants were expected to act a certain way, in hopes of catching the eyes of a rich man who could be a potential husband.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
Panacea:
During The Great Depreciation, billions of people died. Scorching summers dried crops to a crisp while coastlines were submerged in seawater. Droughts starved people to death and wildfires destroyed forests and cities. Entire species went extinct from habitat loss which in turn caused ecosystems to collapse. Then, the superstorms came and ravaged what little humanity people had left. Desperate for control over an unmanageable situation, people began to loot and kill one another - a perilous moment in history called The Sieging.
By A. Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
The trifecta of misery hit hard in the summer of 2040 leaving the world’s population reeling from another pandemic, shortages in the food supply, and curfews implemented by the new world government. The new world government portrays itself as being for the people, the protection of the people. Sometimes, your protector is your oppressor.
By Cheryl Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
The Brewery
A sharp chill cuts the air, yet it was not harvest time. It was dawn; so early that the morning light hardly shines beyond the barley and the occasional spot of trees. Gold and coppery strands gently danced before the greens of grass. Far over the hills lay the Jones’ orchard with apples of gold and green, tart and sweet. Further beyond lay the brewery.
By RedemptionVA5 years ago in Fiction
