Fantasy
The Luckiest Girl On The Planet
Earth is nothing but a cold, dead rock. I am the only person left on Earth, and it is my birthday. Hooray! I have been alone for so long that I can’t even remember what someone else looks or feels like. It’s just me and the silence of this cold, dead planet. I’ve had a lonely life since everyone died, but today is going to be different. Today I get to celebrate my fiftieth birthday with myself!
By Sara Dowling5 years ago in Fiction
Red Darkness
Journal Entry #502 There is no night. There is no day. There is only red darkness 24/7 every day. It’s the New World Order and they indend to stay. The demons have taken over, death won, they snuffed out the light. Death is now in power. There is no sun.
By CJ Electra5 years ago in Fiction
A Quest of the Heart
A QUEST OF THE HEART By Sharon J. Doss June 25, 2021 Forever moving forward, I looked around at the devastation that met my eyes; the rubble, the decay, and the lichen covered remains of the once beautiful buildings that had once stood tall and proud in a bustling city. All caused by the devastation of the events of the past year.
By Sharon J Doss5 years ago in Fiction
To Keep You Safe
You couldn’t keep anything from your past life. The moment you stepped into the safety of their walls, you were no longer an individual with desires or original thoughts that could be expressed out loud. Out there, it was dangerous. They told me this when they found me. They stripped me down, the way they did with all the people that they called travelers, and they took all my belongings, hanging up valuables in a museum of the past world.
By Christa Morgan5 years ago in Fiction
Dystopian Sentiments
Introduction// It was early, she could tell by the pale moon light filtering through the window curtain. 3:30 a.m., maybe? That magical hour between night and morning, where the whole word seemed to be deeply sleeping. She was grateful for the circadian awakening, it allowed her time with her single most prized possession.. She reached into her pillowcase and pulled out the heartshaped locket, tarnished from years of abandonment, but always beautiful in her eyes. The moonlight reflected across the lid as she opened its secret compartment, housed inside was a tiny seashell, a gift from him.
By Stephanie Aguilar5 years ago in Fiction
Beats
“I hear it,” remarked Elizabeth, “it’s faint,” her hands clasped to the worn black headphones with only one ear cup, the leather of the remaining cup had nearly flaked completely away, due to the ravages of time and neglectful care. “Hold it there,” a single slender dirty hand reached out, the fingers slipped upon the bicep, with her thumb snaking around to the triceps, with a squeeze. The curly disheveled pixie cut turned to regard him, not unlike the ocean spray as it collided upon the rocks, “there is something out here,” that smile was not unlike that from the ancient tale of ‘Helen of Troy’, another squeeze as she closed her eyes. Another beat rippled through the cup, garbled and faint, the equipment was old, the cord was more wires than plastic, as it cascaded down the distance from headset to an unremarkable mini black amplifier, the kind street performers used daily during the ‘Time of Convenience’, with another beat her eyes shot open.
By AgeLessFate5 years ago in Fiction
