Fantasy
The Brilliance of Pearls
You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, Now you're gone dear, But I'm still here. There is a moment when you first wake up when you have some peace. You mistakenly believe the world is still the same. That moment doesn’t last long. Your eyes open, the peaceful moment passes, then grief falls on you like a monster. It settles over every part of you, smothering you, choking the life out of you, weighing you down, crushing your heart again. You can’t breathe. Tears begin to sneak out of your eyes, despite the fact you were only able to fall asleep because you had finally cried all your tears. Somehow the morning always brings more tears. The peace you felt for two seconds was brutally ripped away again. Day after day after day you wake up, wishing you hadn’t.
By Jerene Buckles5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Assassin
The Last Assassin September 18 2027. It's been 3 months since the end of the outbreak me and my little brother are still alone our parents died before the outbreak they were both leaders of mafia groups thats actually how they met but thats a different story for another time. they were attacked when i was 10 my brother was only 3 they were murdered right in front of us i held my mom in my arms as she slowly drifted away. Before she died she handed me a silver heart shaped locket. When I opened it up it had our favorite picture of me my mom, dad and my little brother JJ in it. I had to look over JJ through the outbreak. It wasn't easy but we got through it and now here we are. I'm now 19 and he is 12. I have taught him alot. My parents taught me how to be a trained assassin when I was young if I had to protect myself and that helped a lot with the zombies. There is a group of people that the zombies have corrupted and now they are trying to keep the population down they call themselves the knight walkers because that is when they are most active.
By Ember Durham 5 years ago in Fiction
Who Loves Me?
2063 Andrina ran. She ran as fast as her legs would take her. The trees raked their branches across her skin and the dirt flung itself to spot her white dress and coat her feet in its murky darkness. Her copper hair flailed itself behind her in a wild mess as she ran for her life. They had finally come. It was her time for the awakening and they knew, they knew she would fight. Her vision had never been her strength but her ears had guided her through this forest for the last 16 years. She knew it better than most and certainly more than the infantry scum that had come for her. She heard the whooshing of the creek faintly to her right and so she veered left. Andrina knew they would assume she would seek refuge with others, and a creek meant a river and a river meant people, if there were any left.
By Amy Volavka5 years ago in Fiction
Helmut's Locket
Garrison meandered along the aisles of shops lined on Canal Street; searching for the gift. He stepped into "El mundo de Curiosidades de Vanessa". He grinned gleefully, "What a ridiculously long name"-he thought. Vanessa's store was stocked with plenty of bespoke N'awlins style ballroom masks, and the typical charming baubles of bluish-green tinted glass figurines we don't seem to have enough of. If we were ever to be a lost and forgotten world, I guarantee the first artifact to resurface would be a little blue glass bird- reminiscent of the 70's show, "The Partridge Family". Ah, beautiful Keith- see, you remember.
By Vanessa Pholeuanghong (Taris)5 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Ones
It is the year 2027 and wars have destroyed the world. Food is scarce, cities are crumbling and burning and only a few million people left on earth. Even worse are the demons, they are everywhere. As I stand at the entrance to our underground bunker, watching for threats, I think back on how all of this started. My group inside the bunker is preparing for the next trek out to find more humans and supplies. We must be careful because demons and entities walk the earth realm in broad daylight. They hunt for food, for them that is humans. My name is Astra, I am a demon hunter. My group and myself knew about and hunted demons walking our realm long before they broke through the veil. Then, many humans were not aware of demons. My group, along with some other groups, knew this was coming. We had been preparing, although knowing this was coming still did not prepare us for when it actually came. This is the end times; it had been prophesized in many forms throughout many cultures. And it was before us. It is the last cycle for humanity.
By Tasha Brock5 years ago in Fiction
Locked in Shadow
The glittering silver chain slithered over Moira’s shoulder and between her breasts. Beloved in the life that came before, her necklace dug tight where it bound her from neck to thigh before lashing around the waist. Snug around her neck back then, the necklace now stretched long enough to chain her to the edge of the glowing blue pool.
By David Marshall5 years ago in Fiction
The Pigknuckles
Near the town that would soon be called Thermogate lived an old farmer. Phil Pigknuckle was his name. He made his living keeping … chickens. Phil Pigknuckle was a widower, left to take care of his five daughters after his wife succumbed to the fever a few years prior. From eldest to youngest, Catherine, Agnes, Patricia, Polly and Morgan were all beautiful young ladies. Some with red hair like Phil the others with black hair like their mother. All with hazel-green eyes, as unique and beautiful as their dead mother’s. The girls would travel together all over the lands surrounding the budding new town. They would do anything to stay away from their father as much as possible.
By Garrison Vereen II5 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
I suppose it would be best to start by explaining how we even got to this point so there is an understanding of how the world is the way it is now. I woke up and prepared to head to work just like any other day of my predictable life. My life as Gwen gossip columnist by day and boring homebody by night. Little did I know my life would become anything but predictable. Who would have thought that everything in the world as we knew it would get turned upside down by a simple piece of jewelry? So, like I said, it was a normal day, I got ready for work and arrived at the office fifteen minutes early like I did every day. I made myself a cup of coffee with the normal vanilla creamer no sugar. I sat down to start working on editing my first article of that day so it would be submitted to the editor before lunch time. When the world was normal, I wrote for a newspaper in my city. I loved writing from the moment I learned how and even though I was writing articles about scandals of our local socialites, which I did not particularly like to be a gossip, I was still writing and that is all that mattered.
By Vanessa Waag5 years ago in Fiction
