Fantasy
THE BOY WITH A HEART OF GOLD
Everywhere Tiffany and I went we were treated like kings and queens. I questioned her about it one day because I thought it strange given the conditions around us. She looked at me and said, “you really don’t know do you Billy?” I looked at her with intrigue in my eyes and said, “know what Tiffany?” She smiled and took me by the hand, “follow me,” she said. We walked for about a mile and a half in silence communicating the whole time in our own special way. Somehow, we always knew what the other was thinking without having to say a word. We come upon an old plantation farmhouse. In the back of the farmhouse was a huge hay barn. Tiffany, still holding on to my hand tightly, led us straight to the barn without hesitation. As we entered, we looked to the left and there was a staircase leading up to a huge loft. Still hand and hand she practically ran full speed pulling me up the stairs. As we reached the top Tiffany took a giant leap forward pulling me air born and landing both of us in the soft, damp, surprisingly comfortable hay. We never said a word, I knew what she wanted. As we lay back in the hay still holding hands tightly, we both closed our eyes, and I went into the deepest sleep I have ever experienced. In the sleep I started to dream. In the dream was Tiffany and I walking down a dark dirt road. As we walked down the dark and scary road together, I began to check out our surroundings. It was supposed to be daylight, but it was completely dark with no sun or moon in sight. I looked at Tiffany, she looked back with a fearful and sad look in her eyes. I had never seen that from her before. She was always so confident and brave. “Where’s the sun?” I asked, “isn’t it supposed to be daylight?” “It’s gone” she said, looking at me with her head down and her sad eyes staring up at me, “the explosion took it.” It made me sad to see Tiffany like this, so hurt and afraid. She was the exact opposite in our other dream.
By William Brady5 years ago in Fiction
Found
The currents eddied around me, tugging petulantly at my awareness as I pushed past them. I held fast to the single draw, the scent that I’d been following for days. Step, tap, step, tap. My cane moved rhythmically, in the dance they’d taught me from the first. Foot forward, cane reaching ahead to the opposite side. They’d never understood why I didn’t try to use my skillset to compensate for not seeing. I’d never understood why they thought I needed to.
By Remember Serendipity5 years ago in Fiction
Embers Rising
Eilidh was tired, exhausted actually. Living through a world war was grueling. She wasn’t sure she had any energy left to process the events of the last few days or make a decision. She wanted to push it out of her mind, to forget it all together. But hard as she tried, she knew she couldn’t.
By Victoria Clark5 years ago in Fiction
Shaneen
Every time something good happens to me I think about it and I feel bad. Not a day goes by where I feel like it's a piece of me that doesn't deserve what's happened. Just a year ago I was a class 3 citizen and now I am a Class 1 citizen. With all the rights and privileges of the elite.
By Fleming Brooks5 years ago in Fiction
Casket
Arms tied behind my back, I’m escorted to a lonely … box … it seems. It’s a room, but literally just an empty, cubed structure already built deep into the ground. A lonely candle sits in the center, already lit. They untie my aching arms, and then I’m thrown into this box-room that will be shut airtight in the immediate future. My feet hit so hard I practically feel the splinters of the wood enter my feet. They throw another piece of plywood over the opening that I was thrown through and quickly nail it shut.
By Dustin Bennett5 years ago in Fiction
When they came
I don't remember much of what my life was like before they came. I’ve been in this bunker for such a long time that the memory of what the sun felt like is fading away. There is however a memory that will forever be seared into my brain, that would be the day they came. I was nineteen at the time in a class looking out the window just wanting the day to end, when suddenly there was a sound that seemed to emerge from the sky. This sound was terrifying and it would be like the celestial trumpets described in the biblical apocalypse. Every hair on my neck was standing up to attention, I was scared, glued to my seat, I turned to my professor for some sort of reassurance but when I looked in her eyes all I saw was pure unadulterated fear. Suddenly the lights in the classroom went out and everything was pitch black. I remember looking in the direction of the window I had been staring out of and all I saw was darkness, there were screams of terror all around me and I was beginning to panic. I could not see anyone or distinguish any voice. I was just petrified; this has always been my biggest fear, being in total darkness. And just as I was getting ready to curl up in a ball the lights came back on. I looked in the direction of the window and the sky was red, the sun was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly we all got up in unison and headed towards the parking lot to our cars. I got into my car and locked my doors. Suddenly I heard a voice calling my name. This voice sounded familiar but at the same time it sounded unnatural. I used my rear view mirror and I remember seeing my grandmother, I refused to open the door though because whatever that thing was it certainly was not her. It had hollow pitch black eyes. I remember just igniting the car and driving away in the distance I could hear a horrible screeching. In the rearview mirror I saw a grey shadow-like creature. I held on to the heart shaped locket around my neck and sped home. As soon as I got to the driveway I ran into my home. There I found my family, they all had a wild look in their eyes, they were gathered looking at the news, there was a video of a gray shadow dragging people away. The broadcast was warning against approaching “people” calling your name. The journalist said “Not everything is what it seems”
By Aida Sanchez5 years ago in Fiction
Bumbles Magic
Bumbles Magic Bumbles loved doing his magic for children. In fact magic could only be done with children because children believed. Without belief, there was no magic. Adults were generally cynical and didn’t believe in magic. That is why adults were entertained with tricks, instead of magic.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
Senseless
Everything is different now- ever since They took over. They were the ultimate sufferers in the previous world, the abused, the neglected, and the stepped on. They rose up as a group, all at once, globally. It was incredible in the darkest of ways. If it weren’t for the new “Senseless Rules” that They put into place I think that a lot of their ideals honestly have the best of intentions.
By Jackson Duneier5 years ago in Fiction
