Love
The Telling Tale Heart
It started like an out of focused movie. As the lens moved into focus, there were two young children playing at the playground. They went from the swings to the jungle gym to the slide. At each new piece of equipment, the glee was palpable. Each was a new adventure for these two. They helped each other get on and enjoy the equipment. They pushed each other on the swing so the one swinging could go higher and enjoy it more. They reached out to help and support each other go to the highest point on the jungle gym. At the slide, one would wait for the other to slide down into their arms. These children were not parallel players. These children were engaged with each other and obviously loved and cared about each other. What would break their bond?
By Arlene Butler5 years ago in Fiction
Journey In
The air was grey. Dark and thick. Debris caked like flour on the handkerchief. Brown. He pondered the contrast and inhaled hard to find air. Not enough. He wrestled with the knot, glancing over both shoulders at his surroundings. He removed the faded bandana and shook it towards the ground. Holding his coveted breath he watched the smoke-like cloud he created. So fine, the wind carried it like a dust devil. “Surely that provides little protection,” he thought.
By Christopher Singer5 years ago in Fiction
The Seed
First, the sun had turned against them, then the air, now the land itself. They had drilled too deep, too greedily, taken too much. The heat of the sun had been trapped. The deepest drilling had increased volcanic activity. Air already clouded with pollution was now choked with sulphur. Tectonic plates cracked apart. At most, days were left. For him, hours. For the first time in decades, Adryen felt hope.
By Ron Stringer5 years ago in Fiction
A New Love
Dawn broke over the metallic horizon. Glimmering, shiny landscapes as far as the eye can see. For all intents and purposes, our city was paradise after the apocalypse. I looked out my apartment window staring at the endless beauty across the horizon. My mind and eyes were focused on our piece of Eden we had in a dying world… my heart however was bleeding. A small silver locket in a shape of a stylized heart from the old world sat in my hand. I tried ridding her of my mind, but my heart prevented it from happening...
By Sean Stewart5 years ago in Fiction
Locked Memories
Henry lights up a cigarette in the outskirts of Bourbon Street in New Orleans, he sighs as he witnesses day by day that this place, he’s lived in for almost a decade is finally sinking. His wife, Lila who is suffering from severe depression has done nothing but the usual: wake up, eat, sleep, and repeat. They have been married for about twelve years, but no children. It’s been a dream that they get to live by the French Quarter where they can share their common enjoyments like jazz music and the constant vibrant nightlife that it’s known for. Henry was a long-time civil engineer for a small company located in New Jersey where he met Lila. She was just an admin when he started out, they bumped into each other in the break room then the rest turned to history.
By Christina Chantharavongsa5 years ago in Fiction
Paper kites
Looking down I can't believe it. Frantically searching, digging, weeding, and then searching again. I can feel my heart beat increase and that intense hot constriction of my trachea. you know the one. When you feel like you will asphyxiate. The one that comes when panic rises, tears flow, and hearts break.
By Terah Jamison5 years ago in Fiction
I am old
I am old now with my story coming to an end. I remember a time when flowers bloomed, and the days unfolded with birds and blue skies, but those days are gone now it is too hot to go outside. The birds have long burned, and the blue skies are hot with fire. The ones that survived have been through the height of trauma but the ones that remember are the ones doomed. Times are different people survive. I received my locket today. My fate is but days away.
By Page Neihoff5 years ago in Fiction
