Fantasy
Overgrown
The loudest sound Scarlett had ever heard awoke her from her nightmarish dreams. She bolted upright on her battered cot and wiped the sweat from her brow, the dream already fading quickly. She had slept in - again... Theo was going to kill her. The girl sighed and let her worn blanket fall to the ground as she allowed her bare feet to hit the dirt covered ground.
By Jessica Holder5 years ago in Fiction
Trapped
Fear is the most powerful motivator in the world. As an emotion, it bypasses logic, turning us back into the animals we really are. Since the dawn of civilization, fear has been used to divide us from each other, to turn groups of people into a concept instead of living, breathing humans just like us. The fear of the "others" has been used by governments for centuries. We are stronger together. Divided, we are weak. Make no mistake: our leaders know this, and they use it against us. If we're busy fighting each other, we won't unite against them.
By Angela Cooke5 years ago in Fiction
Transcendence
A man is walking down a street. His surroundings are bleak, grim. There are few others in the area. Some are dressed in dirty clothing with dark colors, others appearing more modernly dressed in slightly lighter colors. Their material appears to be cotton. Most of them are dirty. Mud on their clothes and skin. Some have on face covers. Several appear to be wearing heart shaped lockets. There are rusted industrial buildings covered in sand and moss, connected by hanging vines deriving from multiple plants growing on their sides. Some of the buildings go well into the clouds. The landscape is almost made up completely of dilapidated factories and skyscrapers. The sky is an orange dusky color. The clouds are purple with some having darker navy tints. The ground and road appear to be made of metal, in a valley surrounded by desert. The roads are wet and sandy. Moderate winds are blowing sand in every direction. As the man is walking down the road, he wears an inquisitive face. He is looking for something. Someone. In the distance, he sees it. Her. A female android. Her body half robotic from head to toe. The metallic that covered her appeared to be switching sides in a sense that the right half of her face was android, but her right arm appeared to be human. The left arm was android instead, while her left leg was android. She notices him. Shock. They stand still. Eye contact. He smirks. A short way behind her is a rusty train. She takes out a heart shaped locket and puts it on. As she does, her appearance changes. The half of her that appeared android previously, was now reflecting fully human. She turns and runs as the man chases after her. She bumps a few people running toward the train in the distance. As it begins to move, she speeds up jumping on the end tail, catching it. The train goes as the man stands behind looking at her. Frustrated. She smiles confidently. She has gotten away. She gets onto the train car and grabs the locket again, this time clutching it tightly. She begins to transform into another person. This time an old man. She looks back continuously as she goes through the train cars, transforming through every car. She goes from an old man to a young female child, to a middle-aged woman. The cars get more extravagant as she gets to one of the first few. After several transformations, she finally settles on taking the identity of a train guard. She sits on a seat relaxed. Across from her is a little girl who looks at her and smiles. She smiles back and looks out of the window.
By T.D. Riyan5 years ago in Fiction
The World He Thought He Knew
THE WORLD HE THOUGHT HE KNEW BY Bria Wilson PART ONE — IN THE BEGINNING Have you ever been to a place where everything is truly perfect? Where the grass is always green, the sky is always blue, and everything is in order? In the beginning there was devastation and chaos. The only way out was for women to take control. Irina was sure if men were to gain power again, they would see another disastrous event like this one. She gathered the most brilliant women minds left and began her plans for a better world. Although she did not live to see it her goal realized. Euphoros is that place. Euphoros is a golden marvel, perfect beyond reproach. You will never find a better place.
By Bria Wilson5 years ago in Fiction
Anima
By: Kaya Nguyen Prologue I woke up with a jolt. I breathed slowly and gripped my hands to the side of my bed to calm down. It was the same old nightmare I’ve been having for years. I don’t know how I was still afraid of it or why. It wasn’t a nightmare at all really. It was just me. I would be floating in darkness and hear several voices whispering my name. Calling me out. I try to follow them but they’re all in different directions. Making me get confused and all twisted up. Then flashes of pictures always come rushing by. They make my head hurt. They go faster and faster, spinning around me till I can hardly breathe. Then I wake up shivering.
By Jess Nguyen5 years ago in Fiction
Of Earth and Sea
Staring down in to the dark wooded abyss of what was once a thriving city. The vile words of her former commander still rang through her mind. Crushing her over and over again. Anger boiling inside of her as she relived the horrid affair. The cruel names, and vicious attacks were more than she could bare. Suddenly, the young woman was pulled from her thoughts by a tingling sensation she knew all too well. Her finger tips buzzed with energy as her eyes become a glowing violet storm of chaos. A magical outburst of raw emotion, something she couldn’t let happen again. She took slow deep breaths until she felt the tingle stop. Another amazing show of control, something Commander Caine had punished her for.
By Emily Okerman5 years ago in Fiction
One Heart; Two Souls
Dear My Only, It’s been far too long since I’ve written to you; I know it must’ve upset you greatly to not hear from me over the past few months, and that if you were able to, you’d scold me a great deal for it. I hope that you can somehow find it within yourself to forgive me, for you see, all that time has been spent constantly running from and fighting the city’s soldiers. The others in the Rebellion and I have been under attack after our camp was compromised by spies amongst us who have been reporting our whereabouts. We’ve been on the run ever since.
By Shannon Cervone5 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Crookstone
There I was, seeing serenity on the water, if only for a second, as one leaf gently bobbed above its surface. Then each drop hardened and cooled, turning the pond into an ovular ice block. I could feel the blood in my forearm run cold as I reluctantly withdrew my hand from the translucent zone; the jet black fog around this sparse waterside left the floating plant (now encased below the glacial formation) as my sole point of interest, though one I would rather pursue without the interference of hypothermia. Gazing on into the distance for anyone else in this endless tundra distracted me from the wispy smoke behind me, which rolled up my spine before dropping into my lungs. The consequent fit of panicked wheezing was only worsened by my eyes stinging. I blindly lunged for the lake, running from my only known aggressor here. But upon contact with the ice, there was no sensation of impact, instead only a deep chill throughout my blood. As the ice absorbed the fog toxins from my system, I looked onwards. Between the ice crystals (now accented by threads of that dark haze) I beheld the sinking leaf. I attempted extending an arm to catch it, but was not even given the hint of numbness. Below me was only a depth of blackness, which I could feel absorbing the remnants of my warmth, with my consciousness following shortly thereafter.
By Alex McGladrey5 years ago in Fiction
