Love
Ana Nova
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But you could hear the whales. Named after beasts that swam in the oceans of Old Earth. A planet long since lost the ravages of war and time. Their calls reverberated through the floor of the ship. Plumes of interstellar dust glittered as the whales played in the nebula. It reminded me of ocean spray. They absorbed all the light behind them. Like someone had taken the universe and cut out a whale shaped hole. In the darkness of space, they were invisible. But here they decided to play in front of the multicoloured light.
By MikMacMeerkat3 years ago in Fiction
The Memories We Keep
My life changed the moment I met him. I was never typically adventurous, but water had always captivated me. Our house was located near a drowsy river that stretched in its bed. My knee protested as I sauntered upstream. I hadn’t realized how far I’d drifted when I beheld an abandoned gymnasium on the outskirts of town. By this point, my knee was aching, I needed a place to rest, and so decided to investigate.
By Starbeam&Sundial3 years ago in Fiction
I stopped talking about marriage.Let's see luck.
I stopped talking about marriage. Let's see the luck. Lan Zhu doesn't pay much attention to the news. He took out a cigarette and said, don't come. I mean? If you're like me who's afraid to look. Nero said angrily that they would be like the eyes of a donkey.
By nikhil bhowmik3 years ago in Fiction
Who am I?
The query of who am I seems to be the only question you can actually solution. Yet, when I took the time to try to parent out Who am I, I discovered this question is the one that requires important wondering. In wellknown, the answer to this question is that I am a normal individual who loves spending quality time with the humans I respect. In addition, I dedicate myself to completing my duties, and I actually have a dream of becoming a awesome character. However, there are such a lot of other things that make me someone. I constantly try to use each opportunity to have greater unfastened time for my pursuits.
By Abhinav Pandey3 years ago in Fiction
The Soul Voice
The Soul Voice A Whisper on a Runaway Train Mystery It is a cold brisk night in January of 1996 and Mira is about to head out for the evening. A night of dinner and dancing with her friend Gail in Philadelphia was not uncommon for her. She checks her watch and realizes she is running extremely late. Rushing to leave the apartment she trips over the leg of the end table and falls to the floor. As she lays there on the floor coming in and out of consciousness, she feels a bouncy heavy vibration as if she is on a moving train. Lifting her eyes slightly open she sees grey tinted windows filled with frost and hears the whisper of a male voice calling out to her. Mira! It is wonderful to see you! The voice asks how have you been? Scared out of her mind, Mira sits up still semi-conscious. Heart is pounding rough, no one is in the room. She begins to realize she is on an unstoppable train with a soulful voice.
By Angelina Calvano3 years ago in Fiction
Regardless and Forever
Gracie tried to open her eyes but her head was spinning and she was shaking. The more she moved, the sicker she felt. She forced her eyes open enough to realize it was dark other than small flashes of light flickering in the windows by her head and as she laid there, she tried to clear her mind and remember where she was. She couldn’t remember anything. Finally, she turned and sat up, her head spinning more for what felt like minutes. Once she was able, she looked around and saw the light was coming from a large window to her right, and the shaking hadn’t been coming from her. It was the train. She was on a moving train and had no idea why.
By Tracey King Rice3 years ago in Fiction
Other Worlds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But nobody prepared me for how loud the sound of nothing would be when it escaped from my lips. I felt as if every celestial entity could feel the deafening wake of the pain that permeated from my body. It’s as if it was sending this force field of desolation throughout the entire cosmos. I felt as if my entire being was a beacon, pulsating outward an emptiness that could split the universe into two. It wasn’t just my mind that was oscillating out of control, but my body was spinning further and further into darkness as I propelled deeper into the cold nothingness that outer space provided. I wondered how I even ended up here, encapsulated by this odd spacesuit that temporarily protected my frail human body, plunging away from what you might consider home. Earth. His face flashes in front of me and I remain consumed by his existence. The reason I am even here in the first place, spiraling throughout the expansion of the galaxy. Him. He was the reason.
By Erin Hubbard3 years ago in Fiction
Humanity's Final Round
Lyra POV Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. For thousands of years, humans were safe on Earth. It was a rich, vast, bountiful planet filled with people of all walks of life. Humanity had achieved peace, finally on the up and end when it came to harmonizing as a species. We cultivated the lands, worked together, and for once pollution was on the decline, the greenery starting to engross the world in a more beautiful light.
By Celestia Morelle3 years ago in Fiction
