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My Ray of Sunshine
“This sunset is beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you” he replied back with a smile. She giggled and playfully shoved him.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Fiction
My Friend Death
Everyone on this planet they call Earth is afraid of one thing above all else. Falling from the sky, dogs, physical contact, being social, but all of that is trumped by death. I see it differently, death is beautiful and that’s why I befriended him. When I was seven my Mother was taken from me in a car accident (broken neck and ruptured spleen). That’s where I seen him the first time, taking my mom away. We talked about life, his job and me. This sparked my interest in the power of being forward and ripping away a life. By ten with Death’s help I had killed multiple animals. Dissecting them, stitching them up and bringing them “Back to life”. I wondered why they didn’t move the same when I gave the life back. He explained to me how souls work and how energy cannot just randomly be created even if the heart transplant is a success. That next year my Father was murdered. Caught in gang violence he had become the middle man between them. He was hit in the middle of a crosswalk breaking both knees and projecting him thirty feet. The flight left him with shattered ribs, a punctured lung and road rash on his arms, legs, and back. They just left him there bleeding out and it was another six hours before police arrived on the scene.
By Tetrenius5 years ago in Fiction
On Second Thought
Roger was rarely given a second thought. For the most part, Roger liked it that way. In his mid-fifties, medium height, medium build, Roger was very much an average man. Clean-shaven, brown-eyed, and hair trimmed close, nothing about Roger really stood out. Sure, he’d developed a little paunch over the years, but all in all, Roger was quite unremarkable.
By Stu E5 years ago in Fiction
Death Rot
My breath came in gasps as I ran. I could feel the creatures' breath on my neck. This was going to be my end…and it all started with a locket. Oh God how I wish I had never come across the bloody thing! It was both a blessing, and a curse. It’s what set all of the current events in motion. I still remember as if it was yesterday….
By Trisha Escamilla5 years ago in Fiction
Warden Gordon and the Angel in the Woods
Gryff Gordon, at 29 years of age, had nearly 20 years’ experience working in one park or another. Growing up as a child in a village called Chesterton-Burnleigh on the South Downs, he’d been a Cub and then a Scout, and as a little boy he’d started on walks with him, volunteering picking litter in the parks or on the beaches and taking it as seriously as a little boy could.
By Johannes T. Evans5 years ago in Fiction
Freedom is tied with you
“Do you love me?” the silence after those words resonated deep down to my heart and it shattered like glass breaking from a high note. Inimical was the silence. I looked at him with eyes that have never doubted his feelings but now these eyes want more than simple feelings. Love is intricately fragile. I began to ruminate about my love, the feeling was something which was heavy now, usually it wasn’t a burden.
By Gregory Salvador5 years ago in Fiction
The Down Maker Crawled Away!
Story #3: Fall 1957 We siblings came in sets of two. Two oldest are two years apart, then a four year gap. Two more arrive, though not twins they share the same age for two weeks. Then a three year gap followed by myself and the baby brother. There were six children altogether, five boys and a girl. We lived on an acre of land, surrounded by 94 acres of woods. Our house was very small by today’s standards. There were 3 bedrooms and one bath. The boys were all in one bed room stacked in bunk beds and a roll-away. My tiny room doubled as the guest room, or ubiquitous extra person in the house room. There was always an extra person in the house.
By Carolyn F. Chryst5 years ago in Fiction
Sapphire Still
The first Freeze (F1) took place in the morning hours of Wed. May 21st (the first Freeze I know about, I mean). K* pulled that one off himself, and from what I’ve pieced together in the months leading up to F3, it went something like this:
By Daniel Hammer5 years ago in Fiction
I Believe in Yesterday
I BELIEVE IN YESTERDAY By Bob Pritchard CHAPTER 1 “Turn that up querida,” Carmen says. “You know I love American music.”
By Bob Pritchard5 years ago in Fiction
Biding Time
Biding Time We forgive our ancestors for their shortsightedness and for their condemnation of our lifetimes to life underground with procreation as our highest goal.
By Tamara Powell5 years ago in Fiction
Where Are They?
"Where are mom and dad?" my little sister asks again. It breaks my heart that I don't have a good answer to the question. The truth is simple; I don't know where our parents are. And that is not right. None of this is right - not by a wide margin; it is all wildly, unforgivably wrong. How is it that I, a fifteen-year-old high-school sophomore, should be left to babysit my two younger siblings?
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Fiction
Day 534
Dear diary another day and another day questioning why the fuck I care about going on. The bleakness and hopelessness of our situation is soul crushing some days. We stopped caring about anything except counting the days. I'm not even sure why I haven't killed myself. Am I too strong to do it or too much of a coward to do it? Whatever is after this has to be better. Still as we break camps and move on and try to scavenge what we can it gives us some purpose. Hell, I was stupid enough to bring a child into this world. It should be a crime but with so few of us left it also felt like a blessing.
By Jim Martin5 years ago in Fiction