Fantasy
Eve
Evelina Sanchez blinked her ice blue eyes open and groaned as a loud musical alarm blared. Her head hurt from contraband bottles of champagne and too much reckless behavior for a Wednesday night. She reached for her pillow and pulled it down over head, the weight of the soft, dense down soothing against her throbbing temples, dampening the noise. The sun shone through the wide-open window, creating floating shadows of leaves and tracing patterns of light to dark across the floor. A breeze blew inside, gently fluttering the sheer white curtains.
By Mariah Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Void
There was a time, all but forgotten now, when the world was dominated by technology. The people relied on these advanced devices for everything from health to transportation to entertainment. A weapon that could take away this power of the people would have meant the destruction of their world. But, the very thing that led to their advancement as a civilization was also what was destroying the world they lived in. Poison was released into the atmosphere daily because of these devices. Eventually, the land they thrived on would no longer be there to support them, so the human race adapted.
By Molly Gross5 years ago in Fiction
The Ruby Locket
The Ruby Locket Gina was at a loose end, at fifteen years of age the fact that her best friend Lara had gone off for a drive with her boyfriend instead of walking with her as planned, was annoying in the extreme and so, totally bored, she walked off down the lane to the river, kicking pebbles as she went. She loved the untouched wildness of the river’s banks and the wide areas that carried the winter floods.
By callam steele5 years ago in Fiction
Tribe of Bronlof
I come from the Bronlof tribe on the fringes of the jungles of Belharia. We are a peaceful people and have no place in the war that has ravaged the world around us. As the war continues to spread we move deeper into the jungle; learning to hunt better, live off the land more efficiently, and becoming a closer family.
By Jacquelyn Taylor5 years ago in Fiction
The Next Sentinel
Rochester, NY was once a sprawling city in the northeast of what was formerly the Unites States of America. Now it’s once towering buildings and shop filled streets stood empty and deserted. No one remembers how it happened or when it started but now this former metropolis was ground zero. Ground zero for two armies who were now at a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand but fighting viscously for every inch. Across the city in what was formerly the town of Greece, a hooded figure stalked slowly amongst the corpses of homes. Carrying a rifle in their hand and a sword strapped to their hip, they exited out the back door of a home into the cloud covered sky.
By Jason Maier5 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Word
Suddenly everything started collapsing. Thousands and thousands of people were stampeding. I had no idea what was going on. It appeared to me that the world was coming to an end. The nature seemed extremely wrathful. People were running in all directions. I asked, “What’s happening?” They said, “The world is coming to an end. We all have been cursed to forget a word that can stop this destruction.” I wonder what they were saying. Soon I realized that I also had forgotten a word but it was just an intuition that there’s something I needed to remember. I couldn’t figure out what I had forgotten. For a moment it felt like I was watching a movie where they show everything collapsing. I began to wail as soon as I realized that it was happening in real life. My mind went blank, with no sign of being conscious of what was going on. I just cried and cried.
By Victorious V5 years ago in Fiction
The Ziggurat
I woke to the sound of a hard rain taping on the old tin roof. As I opened my weary eyes, I could barely make out the hazy light coming from the window it was as if the entire room were a brown, orange blur. I reached for my glasses on the nightstand and placed them on my aged face. Perhaps the blur was better I thought as I could now see all that the eerie brown, orange light did reveal. I should by now be used to my dank and dilapidated surroundings still each day the sight fills me with a new sense of despair. As I rose to my feet and walked to the window, I saw the yellow rain running down the pain and seeping through the cracks the sulfurous reek assailed my nostrils. As I peered out the weathered glass, I could see the rain was lifting the sky was clearing somewhat though the heavy rust-colored clouds remained. As I continued to look out, I observed the bleak landscape dotted with many small shacks like my own each containing a mournful soul or perhaps an entire brood in anguish. What the hell happened it was not supposed to be this way. All the technology and machines were supposed to bring us into a perfect state of existence. It was all intended to give us harmony with nature and free us to pursue intellectual greatness how did it go so wrong? I turned from the window and made my way to the small kitchen and living space (one of three rooms in each tiny abode) and there I sat at the small table pondering what was meant to be asking myself why? It was supposed to bring peace and prosperity and it lead us to war It was going to be a world of good health and longevity and that damn thing brought us plague and misery why? I must be careful it can sense our thoughts if it wants to. I reached for an old jewelry box in the center of the table opened it and took out the last thing I truly cherished in this lost world I held the memento in my hand a heart-shaped locket of gold. As I opened it and gazed upon the photo of my beloved wife Sarah the words, I must be careful echoed in my mind. I closed my eyes and searched deep in my soul for the memory of a happy time.
By Keith Emery5 years ago in Fiction
