Love

Annihilation
“Pick up the pace or you’ll get left behind!” Dan the not so esteemed, self appointed “leader” of our ragged group shouted.
By Ann Clayton5 years ago in Fiction
Dark Highways
A chaotic vortex of torment ripped through Daniel, dragging him into the darkest realm of his psyche. There was pain, anger, and a deep sense of loss, but confusion surpassed them all. It lay coiled inside of him, like a venomous snake.
By Michael James5 years ago in Fiction
Him
I woke up again today. I find myself counting down the days until I don’t. Well, that's not accurate, I’m really just counting up to it, I guess. Unlike the cans of soup and old milk cartons I find throughout the storage rooms that have long been forgotten, I don’t have an expiration date. No ‘Best By’ mark, no stamp displaying the day I’ll belong in the bin. I roll over onto my side, the soft blankets moving with my body, cocooning me in cool, white cotton. My nose brushes against the nose of my bedfellow, our eyelines meeting. His eyes cast a dull glow, and he doesn’t respond to my movements. I wonder if he has one. An expiration date.
By Storm S. Cone5 years ago in Fiction
Mountain and Sea
Where there is land and sea, there is life. Where there is life there are obstacles. Where there are humans, there are problems. History has a funny way of repeating itself. War over power and love is all that’s left to silence the urge to live. Stories of ancestors that used to hike and govern all Terra was all that was taught once, dreams for kids to run off and explore the horizons of their island, this was the only way to live to the fullest while longing to be old enough to travel the long sea for possibilities of newer faces. However, there were borders prohibited to enter and explore, clans where created for a reason. “If we all would get along, there would be more fights, staring the new era of another apocalypses” explained the elders. It was known in the villages that in the past, nuclear bombs were launched in order to start over, all due to the fact that powerful people had rivals and out of control democracy. It was taught that the few that were left on the habited island, were doing the right thing. Either have your clan to protect and feed, or hand it over to a better warrior, or for the relatedness of the story, hand it over for wrongdoings that make you underserving of a community.
By Monica Ramirez5 years ago in Fiction
I'm Here
It's been so long since I've seen colors; the blue sky, birds, trees, smelled a flower or felt human touch, but I remember you as though it was yesterday. Your smile and the way your eyes crinkled, your one dimple that would appear as your eyes all but closed when you'd walk toward me grinning from ear to ear. Your beautiful brown skin, so soft it felt like heaven, so warm, so smooth, tattoos adorning both your arms, never quite completed, but still a part of you. Your voice, nurturing, low and soft always comforted me.
By Celeste Barbier5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Pilgrimage
The small notebook seemed to weigh heavier on him every day. Maybe it was the weight of the tale scrawled on its pages. Maybe it was the weight of the new bookmark and what it meant. Maybe every insignificant weight felt an immovable burden to him now. It didn’t matter much; it’d be the last night he wrote in it anyways.
By Alex Widovic5 years ago in Fiction
My Sisters Protection
“Where are all the children?” The entire world wanted to know. All I can remember is waking up in a room with bright lights on the ceiling, and digital file folders on the walls. I had never seen anything like it. I could not remember my name, but somehow, I knew I had one. Subject 710, is what they called me. I was strapped to a bed. All kinds of test and experiments were done on me. I could tell by the precise incisions all over my body. We slept in rooms with about 20 people and 20 beds separated by glass. There was a girl about my age, and we would communicate with our eyes. We all had this ability. She told me she was lost, and so was I. Our memories haunted us with sadness.
By Brittany Fuller5 years ago in Fiction
The Shallows
An incredibly rare instance, one moment that’s just for us. Something that only we shared together. It was something I had wished for with her for so long. And it was gone in a flash and some blood.
By Edward Michaels5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday
Savannah had been watching one of The Real Housewives shows when the television automatically switched to the breaking news broadcast. She dropped her mug which was filled with black coffee. She hadn’t even heard the glass break, only the ringing in her ears. The announcement was simply that it was the end of the world.
By Mackenzie Waldron5 years ago in Fiction
From what binds us.
To my beloved Ariel, It’s been three lonely years and my heart aches for you. I never stopped looking for you. Jennifer from the Briar colony gathered a plenty of volunteers to search the badlands. But alas, to no avail. Our homestead is still untouched… for now. I was given word that the spineless tyrant Leo from Cyro is moving his men south in search of more towns to pillage, and women to claim for himself. The Briar colonists are moving west over Janson river in order to miss the raids. They’re ill-equipped to deter them, much less to advance..
By AM Ghandour 5 years ago in Fiction
Maintenance Window
Corina has been laying in bed awake, staring at the tiny picture frame for more than an hour. She should be sleeping. Tomorrow is a big day. But she can’t stop thinking about the meaning of what she’s holding in her hands. Callie would tell her that she’s a hopeless romantic. That’s what she always tells her, and frankly sometimes it bothers her a little. Wanting a spark, or at least some connection doesn’t make her a romantic. Yes, she knows that the purpose of Maintenance Window is the survival of their tribe, but you can have both survival and a connection. That’s not hopeless, is it? But Corina knows not to make a fuss. There’s no point in arguing with Callie: she will never win the argument. If they lived Above like the ancient ones, Callie could have been a lawyer. Corina tells her that, but Callie hasn’t read the books, so she doesn’t know what it means and when Corina tries to explain, it all sounds too foreign to her friend. For Corina, that’s hard to fathom. Why wouldn’t you want to know what the past was like, when people lived Above? Callie is a practical one, maybe a little too practical in Corina’s mind; she claims that reading the books only creates longing for what they can not have so she hasn’t even bothered to learn how to read - and won’t admit she enjoys being read to. Instead she plans for the future, while Corina thirsts to understand the past, to give some meaning to her existence. They complement each other like that, and maybe that’s why they have always been such good friends.
By Patty ASA5 years ago in Fiction
Relentless Search
It has been years since I last saw the sun without the constant dust clouds covering it. If it were not for my own reflection of my eyes, I think I would have forgotten what the color green looked like. I remember these hills of Texas when I was a kid with my mom, rolling green pastures are now bare and dust, burned by the sun and no one keeping them going. I remember my former life as I drink and splash water on my face. They used to be beautiful before the world went to hell. I am glad my mom was gone before we came back here, she would be heartbroken to see the world her beloved hill country has become. “Kady, come on!” Lark’s voice intrudes on my memories. I look up at my best friend. Lark is not very tall, but her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail with her bright blue eyes shining with mischief, but she is fast, and her size will mislead anyone who comes against us. She keeps me going.
By Kandice Weger-Herrera5 years ago in Fiction