Adventure
A Simple Desire
In the Amish village of Ashtabula, Ohio, Catherine awoke. Her right eye swollen from the blow to her head. As she stirred to find her husband, Nathaniel’s hand in hers, she realized it was not a nightmare. Tears welling up as she looked upon Nathaniel to see death had kissed him as she lay unconscious from the monsters that left her for dead as well. Married for a month today, her dream of heaven on Earth vanished in less than an hour.
By Tasha Lackey5 years ago in Fiction
Heart on heart
Finally, Olivia held it in her hand once more. A tear swelled in her eye at the sight of the tarnished silver heart shaped locket, its chain dangling open, loosely below. Slow rolling droplets of her blood slipping off the ends. Olivia cradled the precious locket, her heart still thumping under neath. That solitary tear lead a deluge that now rolled off her face. So much had changed since she had last felt the locket’s metal chill on her warm flesh…
By Rob Chapman5 years ago in Fiction
Exit 39
He runs down the deserted highway with his tiny sister in his arms, his legs feeling like they are on fire. The hunters are not far behind, making his desperation grow even larger. It was not the smartest idea to steal from their camp, but they had no choice. Kate was starving, and the nights are only getting colder. They were desperate.
By Nick Vasquez5 years ago in Fiction
Follow The Heart
The men continued to shout as I jumped over upturned roots and rolled under low hanging branches. The rhythmic bounce of the heart-shaped locket against my chest matched the resounding beat of my heart, staccatoed by the pepper of gunfire and the piercing air of flying bullets. They still trailed far behind me, but there was a whole army of them; all of this over an innocuous necklace. ‘Was all of this worth it?’ I pushed the thought out of my head as quickly as it had entered. ‘Of course. It’s everything.’
By Mathew 'Chase' Gladden5 years ago in Fiction
Genesis
Dust and debris tumble their way across the new world. Scrapping their way overtop the sandy topsoil of the planet’s crust. Burrowing themselves inside this layer of irradiated dirt are the rodents who survived the initial fallout. Carving out for themselves a semblance of home. A place to lay their heads or to have their children. Crawl spaces for rats sprawl out for miles until they meet the twisting tunnels that have been borne by the large toothed gophers. Even these tunnels span the landscape until meeting the hollow warrens whose walls are filled to their brim with the ever-breeding rabbits; too scared to venture above for nutrition and instead opt to feed on one another before reproducing for next season’s feast.
By Brian Cotter5 years ago in Fiction
Before
As I gazed upon a barren wasteland, completely devoid of colour, I couldn’t help but wonder what it had all been like before. Before people let their hatred consume their actions I could only assume that the world was beautiful, at least that was what my mother had told me once. My mother was one of few that believed the earth was once colourful; a land that embraced individuality so wonderfully that people would spend time just embracing the world they’d helped grow. I liked to believe in her words, they gave me hope for a possible future… One that wasn’t so bleak and exhausting. My father on the other hand thought much differently, he believed that people were monsters and so the world must’ve been as such, a gruelling place filled with disgust and anger, so much so that it’d consume nations and force their evil hands. Of course there was evidence that leaned more towards his pessimistic views, the world had in fact become, what one could only describe as, a nuclear mess at the hands of its people.
By Lauren Quenby5 years ago in Fiction
