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The Awakening
First impressions are crucial, or so I’ve been told. Those first few seconds of meeting someone create an impression that will last a lifetime. All I can remember of Reeva are her heart shaped locket and her infectious smile. It’s been two years since the awakening when she was ripped from my arms. I still don’t know if she’s alive or not, but I still see her every night when I close my eyes. As soon as the darkness sets, I see those piercing brown eyes staring so deeply that it seems she sees the innermost, darkest depths of my soul. What I would give just for one more minute. But since it happened, it’s too dangerous to leave whatever shelter survivors were lucky to find before the bombs hit. I guess I should explain just what this great event is we refer to as an awakening. Two years ago, the world was hell, everybody was fighting everybody was wrong nobody was right. Politically correct is what we all strived to be. Anybody who dared go against the grain was brutally punished. Riots had become a way of life, murder was such a normal occurrence that eventually the detectives and police gave up trying to solve them, it was dangerous just to step foot outside your home. Eventually, country turned against country, ally against ally, and then the sirens started. It was a normal June night; it was my turn to make dinner, so I ordered pizza.
By Molly Willis5 years ago in Fiction
The Patient Who Could Not Recover
A shaft of dusty light vertically suspended the young graduate. A punishing boot of stiff plastic contained ser terrible wound, now clean, but ceaselessly dripping like a hungry critter’s mouth. The young graduate would soon learn why and how Sie arrived in this dank and most sorry of places, but for now the mist kept ser sedated.
By Jayde Kirchert5 years ago in Fiction
The Protector
“Quiet, now. Everything will be fine.” He says. In the twilight sky above them, patrolling ships in slow formations drag their search-lights between streets. Flames rise from the wreckage of burning buildings. The Thought Police are nearby, scouring the streets in regimented fashion, seeking out the cries of the wounded and afraid. They will take the young back to the State, and kill the rest.
By Matthew Reilly5 years ago in Fiction
Second Star Chronicles
The Cut He looked down at his body and saw the red. Not the red of his long coat, an elegant saffron, but a deeper crimson. Wet and flowing. The din of battle that had once rang in his ears faded to a soft song of swords and cannons as his comrades and crewmen were being put to the slaughter. He had never seen the attack coming. None of them had.
By J. Robert Hall5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 19
Hours or possibly just minutes later, I hear people talking outside the door to my room. Ruth’s voice carries, even at a whisper, but the other two, men as far as I can tell, have low voices that blur in the chamber of the hallway.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Heart-shaped Anomaly
They existed in a perfect reality. All 100,000 Units were meticulously created, trained and guided through their lives by the master. They each lived precisely 10,000 days, serving society in their distinctive functions to maintain perfection in the dome. Outside the dome nothing mattered, as it was not a perfect reality. They were happily sealed off from this disturbing possibility and for centuries it rarely occurred to the Units that there was another reality.
By Scott D. Williams5 years ago in Fiction
Trekking to Kirra
“Gonnnng!” “Gonnnng!” The warning church bells rang loud in the distance. Milla woke to see her camp mates scrambling around in the fire light to pack everything at their tent sites. How many times did the bells ring already? The sound of boots scuffing against the dry red clay of the ground rustled in her ears. She felt drowsy from the lack of a good rest, but she jumped to her feet and immediately began breaking down her tent. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt safe enough to fully rest. Her memory of the last 7 months felt both like a blur and like a fresh wound. She often got lost in her own thoughts and memories of a time before the “Awakening”.
By Elora Keagan5 years ago in Fiction
I Can Succeed
Only a few Elders remembered what the world was like before the fall. They say society collapsed. Governments and corporations pushed too far. Bled the people dry of money, time, and sanity. People fought back and it was a bloody war that lasted many years. Now humanity is just a shell of it’s former self, using whatever old technology we can find just to try and survive.
By Matthew Daley5 years ago in Fiction
Lost Sanctity
LOST SANCTITY BY TIMOTHY S PURVIS You stand on the battle field trying desperately to blink. Smoke, and burning flesh, the pounding of warheads against the ancient soil, the screams of dying men (those who would be your friends), lay siege to the bitter taste that should be upon your tongue. Yet, it isn’t and you worry what this means.
By Timothy S Purvis5 years ago in Fiction
Shiver
Startled, I heard something weeping in the distance. I never expected to hear crying as a frightening sound, but this was downright creepy. My heart began pounding quickly, I began to sweat. Petrified, I was afraid to move as the crying continued. Blinking a couple of times, trying to clear my head, it seemed chilling to me that something was sobbing like that over and over.
By Deborah Walker5 years ago in Fiction
