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I Favour Rain
If someone were to ask me my preference, I would say I favour rain. Storms are better but far more rare and particular, so I would settle for the rain. It’s the sound; the gentle, rhythmic thrumming like white noise but more subtle. Thunderstorms are deeper, like the predatory sky is growling at the lighting prey it can never catch. I like the story of the chase, the slow purr prowling in the distance and the cataclysmic clap that splits the air; a frustrated cry of failure. I could sit and listen to the same tale every night if only the sky would read it to me, but too often I am met with silence or whispers of other tales I would rather not be told. Like the one of the wind for instance. I don’t like the wind so much; sometimes it howls like a wounded animal tearing at the walls and even though I cannot feel it, I get chills. I endure the same anguish that I hear within that screaming, it makes my bones crawl and my heart squeeze into itself with discomfort.
By Obsidian Words5 years ago in Fiction
Love Eternal
Lisa was driving her rig through the tight tunnels, doing another supply run between bases. Currently she was somewhere between Atlanta and Jackson Mississippi, carrying supplies for the survivors and security personnel at Camp Indigo. Lisa had not always been a Truck Driver, but after the world went to hell, she had to adapt or die. Lisa made the decision to drive a truck; her alternative option would have been drafted into the security forces. The truck rolled over a cattle gate, it jolted her to attention, it meant she was nearing another checkpoint. She placed her hand on her chest, to hold onto the Heart Shaped locket that she wore everywhere she went.
By Sarah Gravel5 years ago in Fiction
SKY
Whispered footsteps announced the approach of her opponent, “Rule number 5” Lin exhaled calmly, “Never show pain or emotion!”, sweeping a low kick at Sky. She evades it at the last second by rolling backwards onto her feet and quickly counters, combining the accuracy of Dragon style, catching him off guard. This time she sweeps him off his feet and follows up with a punch to the chest, but he recovers by planting a palm to the floor, shooting another fast kick, hitting Sky's left shoulder. She backs away a step and resumes Dragon stance, rolling her shoulder over to check for damage. The punch to her stomach still aching from moments before, she forces it from her mind and turns to Lin who is standing tall, patiently waiting for her next attack, his eyes piercing and scrutinizing her every move.
By Tom Mcmulkin5 years ago in Fiction
E Flat
He was surrounded by notes, and they were taunting him. Dozens of lined pages were strewn haphazardly around him, ensnaring Abraham in a tight circle of accusation. The quarter notes were now eyes, black as death and unforgiving, never shifting their gaze away from him. The eighth notes had twisted into sneers, the sixteenth notes snarls, with the white space between the beams shape-shifting into bared teeth. And the whole notes opened wide, screaming at him, bellowing, “Why aren’t we good enough?”
By Rachel Hannah Fendrich5 years ago in Fiction
Against all odds
The last thing I remembered was complaining about a back pain. Already exhausted, stressed and self-neglected, my mind slowly and painfully dived into the darkness. No more sounds, no more feelings, no more needs. I felt happy. I felt light. No more worrying. Neat.
By Chacha Jaramillo5 years ago in Fiction
Waking from a Dying Dawn
I gave up hoping of something better the moment she left. Two of us. That was the pact. Two halves of a whole, one heart beating in tandem, a unity that strengthened our resolve and made us resilient against the world. You will not understand what this means if you haven’t sheltered a moment in our shadow and seen it intertwined along the darkest edge. I never truly knew how feted our air was until all reason for breathing was taken from me. We were … we are the … last.
By Jamie Horton5 years ago in Fiction
Youniverse
I was born about 13.7 billion years ago as far as I know, and for most of my early existence spent my time squishing hydrogen atoms together inside stars. I'd make bigger and bigger nuclei and then "SUPER-NOVA" them all over myself. If I look out with a strong enough telescope, I can look way back in time and actually watch myself doing it. Take a look sometime. It's spectacular!
By Alaric Goldkuhl5 years ago in Fiction
Play the game.
The sound of phones ringing roared from the doorway, as the door opened, and the employee reluctantly came into the office. An old man sitting on a leather chair with a greybeard flickered his newspaper to the side, and smiled at the employee, while the employee gave him a nervous look. “Jack! Sit down, take a seat! Don’t look so tense with me!” the Old Man with the greybeard said with a signaling of his hand. Jack swallowed his nerves and eased up a bit, as he sat down. “What do you want to discuss with me, Uncle Sam?” Chris nervously asked.
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Fiction
