Mystery
Alone
The last time I thought about the date, it was May 8 or 10, 2023. Close enough, I guess. I’m finally getting used to the situation. It still seems like a bad dream: sitting here on this concrete slab surrounded by endless piles of rubble for as far as I can see. Maybe I should record all that’s happened. I have to believe that someone, somewhere on this planet, is still alive and will find me… hopefully, before I die!
By Aliya Saige5 years ago in Fiction
The Light Controls the Chaos
Prologue Nadia’s eyes flicked back and forth as she walked between the aisle of candles that were organized so neatly on the shelves of the botanica. Each time she, her brother, and their mother made a quick trip to the botanica. Just walk up and down the aisle, her little fingers touching the statues so gently as if they would break by any form of harsh contact. But when she came close to the counter of the small shop, she would keep her eyes on the floor. But even doing that she could feel the stare of the shopkeeper's eyes on her even though her mother was talking frantically in front of her about some strange feeling that came over her as she was laying in bed with her latest love interest. As much as Nadia liked coming to the botanica with her mother, the shopkeeper and her wide eyes staring down at little Nadia made her want to run away.
By Kayla Velazquez5 years ago in Fiction
Ellipses
CAVE (VO): "It starts where it ends, in the hole I can’t dig myself out from..." INT. CAVE’S LOFT - NIGHT Moonlight pours through the window of a filthy East Side apartment, casting hard shadows on the scene within. CAVE, a thirty-somethings Private Eye, lays passed out on the couch.
By Carter Linsley5 years ago in Fiction
The Stars That Shine Beneath Us
The stars aren’t what they used to be. My gaze remained fixated on father’s watered-dry countenance as he beamed up into the endless night. The sky lamented what his desolate eyes echoed back. Such profound hopelessness. I didn’t need to see it to know what was up there.
By Cailey McElfresh5 years ago in Fiction
Something Different
September 10th, 3024. In a world where only girls exist, there were once talks about a different type of human, something called “men”. Remembering the flash backs of the stories my mother once told me about them. Anyone who were to believe something like that would be named a fool. A delusional crazy one.
By Kaylin Blair 5 years ago in Fiction
HAREM
Harem “The metric of success is lives saved, kids who aren’t crippled.” -Bill Gates “2011” The year was 2035, a faint cry from the distant past of 20-30 years ago. The sky was still blue, the grass was still green, the stars still shined in the deep dark web of space. Life was normal on the surface; but at the depths of the unseen, an operation was taking place that only showed it self when it knocked at your door.
By Cortland Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Rain's Reign
“BREAKFAST TIME!” I wake from my slumber at the sound of those words, welcoming the ounce of gratification that food will bring me. I peel my skin away from the cool metal bar of my jail cell and try to rub away the stiffness in my neck. My eyes adjust to the sunlight shining in from the long rectangular window that spans the ceiling hallway between the cells on both sides. It’s the only source of light in this prison. I listen to the approaching footsteps that will bring me my meal and try, unsuccessfully as always, to tune out all the other voices around me.
By Khadija Malik5 years ago in Fiction
Taken
An orphaned world, abandoned by the luck of man, love, and money. Gone. To believe a word that created war and famine over these insidious things ever existed is as far-fetched as I will make it sound. The last day was clear and sunny; I remember that much. I felt a cold chill and looked down to see my ice cream begin to melt, dripping away from my hand onto my red-colored toenails; what a lovely color. I can almost picture it again. I try to before my memory escapes me and leaves me orphaned as well. The laughter of children, the crashing of waves, the ring on my finger. I had it all, had. The president was killed first, of course, an awful cliche. The capital was next, and like a simple bowling game, they were all gone in one blow. Nobody knew who they were, only that they were flesh and blood like us. Humans? Friends? not quite. They took our water and our food and our children, no more laughter. The world is at peace now; we no longer fight over trivial things, no more waiting hours in grocery lines, no more petty fights over parking spaces; everything is equal now. Those few who still believed their old world could be restored were taken away and never seen again. The elderly, too, served their function in our society; you are no longer viable after 60. For as long as the old world lived, reproduction was the goal; that is no longer our objective. Instead, we strive to build peace; that is why he is here. We do not know his name; it is not important; he watches. The days were glorious, bright, and peaceful, no more chaos, no more innocents dying, or so I thought.
By Cynthia Melchor5 years ago in Fiction
The Others
His sleep was interrupted by something crawling on his leg. With a swift and controlled motion Adrik smacked his thigh, picked up the half-dead beetle and threw it into his mouth. Crunch crunch, gulp. He felt its textured skin scratching the tough lining of his throat. Nice morning snack, he thought. His sense of touch has gotten so good that he didn't have to see to know exactly where on his body the insects crawled before they landed in his stomach. He let out a loud hraaaaaaarrhh type yawn while stretching his long scrawny arms enough so they don't slam against the walls. Today was the big day, he shivered with a mix of fear and excitement. The air was dusty, but it didn't seem to bother his nostrils, and it was so dark that he couldn't see the backs of his worn out feet. Oftentimes he wondered if his eyelids were open or closed because either way it was the same thing.
By Zahira Tasabehji5 years ago in Fiction
