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The Repository
The white cassette tape crunched, echoing across the silent landscape, she stopped. Ears perked, motionless. The nights were never so dark as they were now and she waited hoping the noise didn’t alert anyone - or anything - out in the darkness. The moon’s position told her half an hour had passed before she felt safe to move again. She bent down and picked up the cracked casing of the cassette and smiled. This was definitely from a bygone day.
By Mary Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Lost Locket Of Eden
Lost Locket of Eden Unwillingly I said goodbye to him as he rushed out the door again, my intuition reminding me yet again that I was only being used as a stepping stone, a means to an end. I know he will never love me the way I love him, but during this nightmare amongst us those who are remaining cling to any bit of love, friendship or vice that keeps us just that little bit sane while feeding us hope at the same time. Even the strongest are hanging on by a thread. There are not many of us left here in my home town, having connection is difficult as it feels like we are all in a race against time with each other. I've stopped keeping track of what level I am on now. It was a couple months ago when i unlocked my first set of abilities, I keep that information to myself till I completely understand how I am supposed to be using them and why. Another factor is if your doing well and having successful missions and wins it makes you an easy target around here.
By Alyssa Sullivan5 years ago in Fiction
I Dream of Gurney.
March 22nd??? Nothing. All I hear is nothing. Am I forgetting what it sounds like to think because thinking is all there is? The silence is loud and the darkness bright. I still open the curtains each morning expecting a hot and sunny hello. Instead, I am met with a cold “to the abyss you shall go.” Darkness seems to be usurping change as being the only constant. Without morning there is only mourning.
By SolSong5 years ago in Fiction
White Eyes
Monday Arunita suddenly woke up from sleep with an acute sensation of thirst. She noticed the time on the table clock, it was 2:35 AM. Her husband Amit was in deep sleep on the other side of the bed. Realizing that she had not kept any bottle of water in the room, she went to the kitchen to drink water. While returning back ,she noticed that the door of her daughter's room was partly open and a fade streak of light was coming out. With surprise, Arunita moved towards that door and pushed it open. She assumed that the table lamp on the study table must be switched on. In that light she could see that her daughter Mithi was not on bed. Thinking that she must have gone to washroom, Arunita was returning back when her eyes caught the study table on the corner of the room. What she saw made her feel extremely surprised. She saw that her daughter Mithi was sitting over the study table and vigorously sketching something with utmost attention. Her curly long hairs covered her entire face and touching the table. Arunita was not ready for seeing something like that at this hour of night. Thinking that Mithi probably was not getting sleep, she asked in a surprised tone "Mithi what are you doing at this time of the night? And why are you sitting over the table ?" As soon as she finished, Mithi slowly turned her head towards her mother. In between her long curly hairs Arunita could see her face. But what she saw at that moment made her shiver. Both eyes of Mithi were completely white. Her face had multiple scars. In an angry and disgusted voice of an adult male, Mithi screamed " What are you doing here at this time. Get out of here. Get out right now!" Out of shock and fear Arunita fell down on floor. She tried to scream but her voice got chocked out of fear.
By Avikar Banik5 years ago in Fiction
Threaded
No one remembers how the world ended, we just know that it did. In the aftermath, humanity did what humanity does best. We rebuilt.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow Behind My Shoulder
Some call it destiny; others say that history is forgotten and changes over time. A few seek more, give more, lose more, and steal each other's shadows in a loving handhold.
By GeekGal5 years ago in Fiction
Life after the warehouse
He walked out of the shadows where he had stayed hidden for so long. He was her shadow man for so long but no more. The love they had always felt for each other has blossomed over the months after their last visit. Much time was spent growing and evolving into the couple they are today. In the years prior theirs was a push and pull relationship. So many emotions and so many struggles. With time, they learned how important they were to each other. They learned to express better and more importantly, how to communicate. Days stretched into nights and nights stretched into beautiful mornings.
By Gail S.5 years ago in Fiction
Burning Heart
Burning Heart Hala had told me that they had been there so long that we had forgotten the danger. That was just before they burned away the atmosphere and killed her along with everything else. I am a physicist, so I can assure you that a temperature of one hundred million degrees will ignite the atmosphere in a fusion reaction. These fusion reactions would release more energy leading to more fusion until all the nitrogen atmosphere has burned away. That is what happened, and now you are wondering how I survived and where I am.
By Steve Barnett5 years ago in Fiction
The Life of a Ninja
I drew my katana from its place on my hip. It slid like butter from the sheath, flashing into the air like a flame. The armored men surrounding me leveled their spears in preparation for my next move. Silence hung eerily in the air. The heat of the night bore through my black suit, armor, hood, and mask, making me sweat more than I usually would. Luckily, my hands were gloved so I knew it wouldn’t affect my grip on the weapon’s handle. I twirled the blade, accustoming myself to its balance. I stared back into the eyes of my attackers, conveying my resolve. I saw fear, regret, and a hunger for violence. I could taste my imminent victory.
By Nathaniel Warren5 years ago in Fiction
The Craving
This could not wait till morning. The craving came on so sudden and intense that resisting never even crossed her mind. For some reason Claudia needed fudge. Maybe it was hormones. Maybe it was the fact that she finally had an appetite. But she needed fudge. Not the kind she usually made this time of year, melting chocolate chips in the microwave. Claudia needed the heavy, silky fudge her grandma used to make—the kind you made in a saucepan with a candy thermometer.
By Muhammad iqbal5 years ago in Fiction
A Future's End
Hundreds of years beyond the age of super heroes and super villains. The fight for balance has turned into structured chaos in a dystopian reality. There is no city or economy like humans have ever known, where now everyone has a minimum of two super powers, and can have up to a dozen.
By Skylar Joel Harris5 years ago in Fiction
Sixth Grade
The sun peered through her basement window and illuminated the twin-sized bed where Frankie slept. As her consciousness slowly surfaced, she clung to the images swirling behind her eyes: thick tree trunks, an underground bunker, and a folded piece of parchment. Was it a map? Noticing a chill crawl up her bare arms, Frankie instinctively felt around for cover. Her fingers found her bedsheet bunched around her feet and pulled it up over her head. When she turned her attention back towards the dream, she realized it was no longer in reach.
By Paige Benson5 years ago in Fiction