Adventure
Symbol of Love
Today’s excavation hadn’t really come of much, which wasn’t a surprise since Nam had already combed through this primeval 20th century surface home twice before. However, she insisted on looking it over one last time. There was something about this place that kept bringing her back to look again. All that could be heard in the shell of a house was the rattle of a backpack heavier than Nam, and the sound floorboards creaking with her every step like ice, threatening to crack and pull her below.
By Millie Rowley5 years ago in Fiction
Sam's Nightmare
So, this here. This is a picture of my mother. Ignore the rest of the junk for now, I’ll get to it tomorrow. It’s old enough to where it’s starting to get that faded, yellow tint. Though somewhat harrowing, I think it’s fitting that it’s in a heart shape. If only it was a square or at least a rectangle, it would be easier to carry without worrying about it creasing, but I’m still willing to die to save this photo, because to be honest, it would be difficult to remember what she looked like if I didn’t manage to salvage it.
By Justin Ryutaro Johnston5 years ago in Fiction
Birdy
White linen tickled the roots of the tall grass blades, the foliage was rich and glorious. The sun blanketed the already warm surface of her planet making the air sweet. Walking further and further into the green, the air became wetter than sweat. And just like how a fish breathes she imagined herself doing the same. Gliding through the kelp forests. She used her gills to survive. The irony of her thirst as the trees leaked sweet sap and condensation made her giggle.
By Gabs Buckley5 years ago in Fiction
Human History
The old museum was dimly lit. The night wind howled through the broken windows near the entrance. It was here that Oliver knew he would find the man who took his wife. Before the collapse, this museum was an ode to our history. Now none of that seemed to matter. Oliver peered around the lobby, which was dimly lit by a few candles on the welcome desk. Graffiti spoiled the walls around him. The place was run down, dirty and dismal, a grim reminder of what we used to be. Oliver vaulted a rusted, old turnstile, but his foot slipped and moved it slightly with a loud creak. Suddenly, the PA system crackled to life and a glitched out voice echoed through the empty halls.
By R. K. Strange5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Silencing
I always knew I was born for this, but I never knew the price I’d pay. Before the Great Silencing, when things were “normal”, I despised it all. Society, the rat race, narcissism and social media, it all led to this. No one was paying attention…except for people like me; those constantly plagued with nagging intuitive feelings and dreams of total societal collapse, which clearly manifested, in spite of everyone rolling their eyes at what they thought were conspiracy theories or paranoia at the time.
By Tess Bergin5 years ago in Fiction
The Family
Kent peered across the horizon as his horse walked next to the decaying road. Traveling between settlements was a mixture of mostly boredom occasionally broken by moments of terror. Everyone had to be wary of ambushes but the long hours with nothing to see but fallow fields made it difficult to concentrate.
By Tim Martin5 years ago in Fiction
The Bounty Hunter
The sun was high in the sky by the time the man finally died. Battered and bruised, the only thing keeping his broken body upright were the chains binding him to the pole. Red dripped down his fingertips, each droplet staining the ash at his feet.
By Anna Stukenborg5 years ago in Fiction
Escaping Them
As my mom is tucking me in, I cannot help but wonder what is wrong. All day mom has been acting weird, and I can see the bruises forming on her arm showing that she got in trouble at some point. She has always told me it is very important to always obey and do what I am told. As mom settles down next to me, I start to ask her what is wrong, but she speaks before I can even open my mouth.
By Elizabeth Townsend5 years ago in Fiction
