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To Pluto
He slid his fingers over the cold metal. It wasn’t beautiful, by any means. The chain had tarnished and rusted long ago. He could see that the heart shaped pendant used to be ravishing. It had a dismal green tint behind the years of dirt and grime. The blackened silver hugging the stone still clung onto its former beauty, still trying to shine. He sat there for what felt like an eternity, admiring the beauty of the jewelry. He,mindlessly, turned it over and over in his hands. He wondered who it belonged to and what the story could’ve been. He turned it over in his hands one last time and saw something. If he wouldn’t have looked down at that moment, he would’ve missed it. It was the smallest twirl. It seemed to have been burned into the metal. An inscription, perhaps? He thought. It definitely didn’t look professional. It was shaky, messy, and a stark contrast to the elegant front.
By Hope Davis5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday They Say
She was always fond of the stars. I could tell by the way she would glance up at the night sky every time she would slip out of the car, or merely step out on the bar’s balcony for a cigarette. She’d stand there in silence, ignoring the chatter of the music, dark eyes gleaming with amusement; pondering the universe, the galaxies. Meandering in her own Lilliputian world of what ifs; and so, she would come back to reality with a visage of sadness, a diminutive frown of regret, as if she wished to be somewhere else, somewhere beyond the stars. She didn’t belong here.. and neither did I.
By Kendra J. Anthony5 years ago in Fiction
Driver's License
“What do you have to be heart broken about? You’ve never even had a boyfriend.” her friend told her laughing. The song playing over and over ran in her eardrums. I know we weren’t perfect but I’ve never felt this way about someone… you said forever, now I drive alone past your street” She knew all too well what that felt like. She closed her eyes as memories flooded her mind. The hours that they had spent driving around endlessly, just talking about anything. About Everything. He knew her better than she knew herself sometimes. He was her best friend. She smiled as she remembered how hard he would laugh at her bad jokes. The way he would get excited about telling her about a show or a song that he loved. She didn’t see him get that excited very often. It was refreshing and it always made her smile.
By Hope Davis5 years ago in Fiction
Astraea
“Pandora rises from the Earth; she is the Earth, giver of all gifts” (5th Century BC Amphora) Zeus would not send a gift if it didn't do him some favour, and so we learn from Hesiod, “Before Hope could fly away, Pandora replaced the lid of the jar. This was the will of aegis-bearing Zeus the Cloud Gatherer.”
By Emma Pearce5 years ago in Fiction
The Heirloom
1996 Marty held the small locket in his stiff fingers, watching the way the light reflected on the colorful enamel. He opened the clasp, his eyes watering as he saw the photo still inside – it seemed a lifetime ago, that young, eager looking man in his air force uniform smiling up at him. She’d kept it all this time – tucked in her drawer alongside the letters he’d sent her. Their whole wartime romance reduced to a small bundle tied up in blue ribbon. It was too sad.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
The World of the Golden Locket
It has been 532 days since this all started. The day was just like any other, or so that's what everyone thought, including me. At first, being only 16 at the time, the end of our world didn't seem so bad. It was freedom. Without the government telling people what you can and can't do, as a 16-year-old girl, all of that just seemed perfect. However, without rules, the new world was complete and utter chaos. Sure, people could do what they want without consequences. Unfortunately, that also meant that stealing what you wanted and fighting to obtain it was also allowed now. Murder, to survive, became a common occurrence. It didn't take long to figure that out for me, everything was a fight. Everyone was at war with everyone else.
By Brianna Payne5 years ago in Fiction
Lonely Road
J une 16th, 2100. I stared down at the small broken body that lay dying in my arms. In her hand, she held the blood-covered heart-shaped locket I had given her on her 12th birthday before our parents had died six years ago. I should have stayed with her in the small broken-down shelter we had found off the main road. It was not much, and slowly was deteriorating, but it kept us safe from most of the elements. But as a warrior, I did not stay, I chose to go and fight in a battle that was not even my own. I arrived home that night to see her attackers defiling her body. She was beaten to the brink of death. I saw red at that moment and slaughtered each one of them without a care in the world. I just sat there in a pool of those monster's blood while I held my dear sister as she took her last breaths. I shouted as loud as I could into the heavens and the sky opened in a wild force pouring down on the scene around me. I vowed that day to never stop destroying the cruelty that had survived the fall of the world.
By Margaret Todd5 years ago in Fiction
