Love
Forgetting to Feel
I saw him again today. I don’t know where he came from, why he’s been assigned to our Class, his number – anything. But he has a sensitivity in his eyes I’d forgotten I’d missed. I haven’t encountered it since the Dark Day, since everyone I loved – and love itself, went away.
By Teresa Mull5 years ago in Fiction
Ashes Ashes
The only noise reverberating through the caliginous diner is my shallow breathing. I’m currently tucked under one of the booth tables. The seats have many lacerations decorating the fabric, foam can be seen seeping out from the cracks. Neither rats nor vermin inhabit this diner anymore, for they were all wiped out in the blast. I wish I could tell you about the colours of my surroundings, but my eyes aren’t quite working correctly anymore. At least I still know what colour it is outside, the same deep gray it’s been for some months now. When I first laid here I thought I could feel the icy tile floor, but I guess that’s faded now too. All of the sudden I begin to cough profusely and my throat feels ablaze. Ash begins to spew all over the floor in front of me, staining it so dark even I can tell the difference. Even though the pain is suffocating, I long to ruminate about my beloved.
By Mason Daniels5 years ago in Fiction
Love of the Heart Shaped Locket
My breath was taken away. She was gorgeous. Her brown hair cascaded in curls just kissing her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes glinted with innocence and strength while the curl at the right of her mouth showed a playful smirk. She looked slightly to the side, as if she were just witnessing something light-hearted and enjoyable.
By Robert Kahrs5 years ago in Fiction
The Omittance of Love
“The Omittance of Love” When I was new and beautiful, I sat perched high upon a wooden peg, elegantly displayed alongside several of my counterparts. The room that kept us was stylish, the light-blue wallpaper patterned with petite silver flowers made everything within it feel chic. The clerk who watched over us was considerate, promptly liberating us from any minute particle that dared settle down upon us. My golden chain was delicate, but my clasp was firm and kept me safely secured. My heart-shaped hollow was finely polished and when the window light reached me, I would boast a spectacular glimmer. I caught the eye of many young gentlemen there, men who came seeking the perfect token of their affection.
By Lotte Lynn Lovewell5 years ago in Fiction
The Individuals
When I woke up, it was purple, the day. A pale lavender dream. It reached out and touched me. I said yes. Then I said no. I got up, and went to the desk. No, my mind did. My body was still in bed. The spark of a golden piece of dust passing through a sunbeam. You stay hard with the present. ‘There is a day here’, my hands say, questioning my grip on things, palms upturned on the rose petal slip of my nightdress as I lay on top of the bedspread. 'Today,' they say, 'You're going to pinch something squirt dead.' The coffee was bubbling on the stove filling the small apartment with familiarity. The smell of toast and a sound from the street, metal falling in an empty lot somewhere below. A drifter? Antack Avenue below was now running on empty, having once been a tree-lined street of Harbor, a thriving scientific community. We were sealed in nine floors up in a building at the edge of the Toca Valley, one of a dozen on off-grid compound owned by Hull. Luke and I were the only tenants and employees left that we knew of for a two hundred mile radius. The shower was running on Luke in the next room. Potted artificial plants from the high shelf watched our artificial cat named Cat stretched in a vertical line across a cool part of the tiled floor, limbs splayed fecklessly in the heat. After the bomb went off and the remaining kings and queens of the food chain were settled in now fully functional city substructures, Petrin-22 hit, the viral scourge that was taking out thousands. Hull was one of the few remaining private corporations making life bearable for survivors, for a price, of course. Namely, employment. But no who knows what they're really up to with a vast conglomerate of tech companies working almost free rein on solving the April 3rd, 2042.
By Grace McHale5 years ago in Fiction
Sharing Silence
Speed dating would have been the last place you'd ever find him, but it's amazing what peer pressure could do. Everyone wanted him to find a girlfriend - except him. He really didn't care, but they would use that against him - "so what’s the harm in going?"
By Carissa Lorraine Cassiel5 years ago in Fiction
Rough Loss
I lost my partner, my world, and my hope, my future is unsure and dark. My Name is Dakota and I live in a cruel world, the nights are cold and the days too hot. I used to spend most of my time waiting for my love. She and I were inseparable, walking on the beach, and through the park, long car rides for no reason. Often, I would lay my head on her lap, and she would stroke my dark hair. When we met, it was love at first sight; she immediately took me to her home. The world just melted away when we were together. She was tall and strong, and made the best food. We had steak, chicken, and duck, and sometimes fish. I loved her cooking, I loved everything about her, and waiting for her to come home, every day, was exhausting. After a little bit, she gave me a necklace of leather with a heart shaped locket. I liked the sound it made when the locket tapped against the metal ring on the leather. I never took it off, I'm not sure how long we were together, before she was out of my life.
By Cecelia Calhoun5 years ago in Fiction
The last day
S16/06/2021 Dear diary today the world came caving in on me. I am writing this by candle light in a small corner of my room. I can't escape my room there is no way out. My body feels battered and broke and near every movement hurts but now that the dust and dirt has settled I feel the need to share my story. I hope someone finds me in time or atleast from this they will know who I am. Guess I should start at this morning from the moment I opened my eyes something didn't feel right. I had a suffocating feeling something was wrong something bad is about to happen. The locket around my neck felt heavy as I placed my hand over it, it felt hot to my touch. You see this locket it was a gift. A gift from my soul mate a piece of his heart. He was on the other side of the world you see whilst I live in Australia. His name is Michael and he means everything to me. We have never met in person but our souls know each other. There is no denying it! He gifted me this heart shaped locket sent it to me across the ocean to know his always with me and I'm safe. But today it didn't feel the same it was like it was warning me about things to come. It wasn't bring with it the warmth and comfort that it normally does. Today it just gave me this uneasy feeling I tried to call him but there was no answer. It had been like this for a few days and as my mind wandered always thinking the worst I could feel the locket getting heavier around my neck. I tried to ignore the feeling as I picked up my wallet and went for a walk to get some drawing supplies. With every step I could feel a black cloud following me even though the sun was shining. How to shake this feeling of dread. I returned with some new graphite pencils and pulled out my drawing pad. I began drawing without any thought before long hours had passed as I looked at my completed piece. He was so perfect to me but today his eyes looked sad and his lips weren't curled up at the corners like his normal smile. I stepped back in a daze looking at the sketch I had created. It was Michael but not the way I see him. To me he was perfect, always smiling, strong a survivor! In my sketch he looked weak, frail and broken. I reached again for my phone now more desperate than ever to get in contact with him. I rung repeatedly and sent him messages of desperation to call me as I looked closer at the sketch of my love small details began to emerge. In his left eye I could see a reflection of my locket but it was broken as I grabbed at my neck to make sure it was still in one piece. Oh the relief when it was, was overwhelming. His tshirt had a quote on it, "Let me tell you, no one ever got my soul right like she could." These words sounded so familar, but I just couldn't place them. Once again I tried to shake the dark feeling from my mind and decided that I should eat. Why couldn't he just call and make this feeling go away. Just the sound of his voice always soothes me instantly, with him I always felt safe.
By Kaimi Lea Crombie5 years ago in Fiction
the assignment
“I have lost my train my thought, here I go again.” I thought to myself. I tickled the tip of my high nose bridge, and snapped back to reality. Ms. Vaso was explaining our research assignment about dystopia, apparently it had to be 2,000 words, but I had no clue where to start.
By STANYA VARA5 years ago in Fiction
Love is Blind
Everything that we do, we do for love. Even if that love destroys us. “Kate! Kate! No, no, no!” Tom screams holding onto his lifeless wife’s torso. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, bring her back!” Tom cried out. The infant had survived the delivery, but the mother did not.
By Mariah Puckett5 years ago in Fiction
