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The Antidote to Insanity
Carla found herself in a corner holding on tight to her children. As she slowly regained consciousness and became more aware of her whereabouts, flashes of what had happened came back to her. There were other survivors, looking just as confused as her. Suddenly the door flew wide open and someone came stumbling and crawling in. He slammed the door shut behind him and frantically looked for pieces to make it impossible for anyone to get in. Then there was frenzied banging on the other side and you could hear loud angry roars. Those who were closest to the door threw themselves at the door to prevent what was outside from coming inside. Eventually whatever was outside gave up and everyone inside relaxed.
By [email protected]5 years ago in Fiction
Queen Dystopia
Queen Dystopia By Trevor Brewton Once upon a time there was a queen and her name was dystopia. She was clothed in the garments of her idolization. People assembled from all over as if an army in their nature with a yearning to worship her. This queen was different from other queens; she couldn’t keep a king. The same yearning that people had for her heart; She had for herself to find a king worthy of her misguided expectations. The queen's father abandoned her when she was only a baby leaving her with only a heart shaped locket. She idolized this heart shaped locket keeping it in a glass chamber. She grew cold in heart and vindictive in her ways. Only the people that truly got close to her ever knew her true nature. Dystopia was the queen of the new apocalyptic age. Over time her heart grew callus as she replaced king after king after king; with no empathy breaking every heart. She found herself in turmoil. She was growing mechanical in her ways. Living in a false sense of reality. She wouldn't wake up. She couldn’t wake up from this world she was working so hard to create. She treated each king as a mirror, trying to find herself inside them. She had countless soul ties and she never took time in between as she abandoned each one like her father did her. What she didn’t realize was that her blindside for this vicious cycle was inexorably destroying her. She carried a chain link bag full of demons that no one could see. True spiritual warfare living in the intangible. Surrounded by darkness. One day she woke up and things were different. Something was off. She was all alone with no king, so she threw a tantrum. She then fled her room and ran to the glass chamber. She opened the chamber and gazed at her heart shaped locket, but this time she noticed something very different to her surprise. There was a key hole she had never seen before, but there was no key. She didn’t want to break it because she held it in such high regard. It was the only thing she had from her father. She sent all of her best knights on a journey to find the lost key, but to her demise each knight returned with no key. She grew furious, destroying everything to find the lost key. In doing so all of the people that idolized her came to see her true colors and they feared the worst for their life and land. She always wondered if there was something inside the heart shaped locket and now she knew that there was indeed. She thought to herself what if this is the answer? What if this is the key to my own heart? She called upon her mother for answers. Her mother acted as if she was unaware of the key hole as well, all while knowing in the back of her head that she buried it a long time ago. She buried the answers. She buried the truth. See the keyhole was just for looks. There was no physical key, but queen Dystopia did not know this. Queen Dystopia did notice something different about her mothers reaction in regards to the lost key. Something very different indeed. Queen Dystopia questioned herself saying is my whole life a lie? Queen Dystopia’s mother broke down and unveiled the truth to her, breaking every strong hold on Queen Dystopia’s heart. Queen Dystopia could finally see life in a whole new light. She was perplexed and forever changed. This change of heart would bring grace to this dystopian society giving Queen Dystopia the chance to find true love. Everything that she destroyed she had rebuilt. She apologized to every king that she had hurt in the past. Her chain linked bag of demons no longer had a grip on her. People started to say she should be called Queen Utopia now for she makes all things new and through this process she found true love. She found herself. The end.
By Trevor Brewton5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Muscle
“Monsters like these cannot be created, that’s fact not fiction”. Maybe he was right. These type of inhuman , Frankenbeast , probably illiterate sort of militia couldn’t have existed before. I should have known that allowing such a disgusting competition to see who would earn the high stakes, but such basic necessities, wouldn’t be in my greatest interest. How can I muster up enough courage to stop such a brigade? Shoot. I mean… shit.
By Karen Wright5 years ago in Fiction
TO MAKE AN EPIC CHOICE
Hi, my name is Lockett, and I am so HAPPY you are reading my story. Now before you throw this down or burn it because you don’t know what HAPPY really is, thought all happiness disappeared or that it is only something in fairytales, keep reading. If you absolutely HATE my story when finished, you will be able to turn it in for a free dose of your daily fix by calling the number on the last page, no strings attached, because I love and care about you. You may as well go ahead, read, call and then spread the word about the freebies, free is always good.
By Dena Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Ground Zero
Vercazzi took a deep breath as he looked around the once gleaming buildings of downtown Manhattan. The last five years had taken a toll that only had been imagined in the most elaborate of fantasies. Trees sprouted from the cracks of sidewalks, vines clung to the once polished windows. Every once and awhile a loud crack would be heard and parts of a building would fall down to the ground in a cacophony of noise that was heard by no one.
By James Mazza5 years ago in Fiction
Angel's Heart
Gasping for air, my heart pounds like a boxer working a heavy bag. The cool, night breeze makes me shiver after my dip in the cold, dark sewer. Sewers are the only place they don't monitor. My lungs ache from holding my breath. Feeling a bit dizzy from hypoxia, I strengthen my grip on the rough rebar steps leading up the side of the storm drain. Maybe hypoxia triggers memories, or maybe it's the adrenaline...I don't know. My mind wanders as I remember the way the sunlight gently caressed her hair and face on our day, making her seem more angelic than human. For a moment, I remember everything, the way she always covered her mouth when she smiled, the way she laughed with her eyes and the way she spoke volumes with only a look. Mostly, I remember the way she made me feel. I remember every detail, except one. Something's missing from my mind's eye. I can feel what it is but can't make myself remember. It's like being tongue-tied, knowing what I want to say but being unable to find the right word. I hate this feeling. Am I losing my mind or maybe repressing her memory? My foot slips off the slippery rebar step. Struggling against fatigue and the weight of my wet clothes, I pull myself up the rungs, out of the water and onto the cold ground. No time to rest, I have to move before they find me.
By Stewart Brewer5 years ago in Fiction
Searching with Science
“The paperwork and payment have gone through, thank you. Please step this way. I need to reiterate, Mrs Hutchins, that what you are about to see is not necessarily a true reflection of your husbands past life events or experiences but more so a display of how they were received, through his eye and in his mind. Please do remember that”
By William Andrews5 years ago in Fiction
