Mystery
You Find A Letter...
"To my dearest Whomever-It-May-Concern, I am dying. No, to put it more accurately, I am giving up my immortality. I am leaving this world we built. No one will know where I have gone, and since I will no longer be filling my production quota, they will not bother to look for me. I will be dead to the world. No matter, for this world is dead to me.
By Sylvani Starchild-St.Clair5 years ago in Fiction
Dooms Day Dystopia
Doomsday! A day full of chaotic adventures and circumstances. Imagine losing a loved one, or two, or three. And the only memory you have of them is of a heart-shaped locket that you held dear to your heart. The locket then takes its own journey in life as it is misplaced; nowhere to be found.
By Steve Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
For the Record, I Love You
The cold air prickles his skin, raising the hairs on his arms. William tugs the sleeve of his coat to his wrist, adjusting his position above her body. A loud click fills the silent room, and a bright light illuminates the silvers of the table, adding a shine to the greys and blues of her cold, lifeless body. "Well…" William reaches down, twisting her toe tag toward him reading her name. "Ah, Gabby. It's been nice working with you, but it's time to go into the freezer," he says, pulling back the long plastic curtains pushing the embalming table to the refrigeration unit.
By Anjolene Bozeman 5 years ago in Fiction
Elara
The first and final forever sunset occurred at the turn of the third millennium, the explosive event called, “The Framers First Sight”, it was happenstance or an after effect of humanity’s genius. It was an attempt to control the uncontrollable and Hansen city heralded this union between that hope and its failure. The Framers First Sight had enriched the sky with particles like emerald daffodils, flowering each cloud with shimmers of yellow-green streaks. A cosmic play that cast other orphaned blobs of color as fish set to swim through radiant forever clouds. This is what it was like to see Hansen’s forever sunset. A skyline bound to the sunset’s existence, never falling to night, and never rising to daylight.
By Gary Lougheed5 years ago in Fiction
The Pieridae
Ean liked the word 'ostensibly.' Perhaps it was because things truly weren’t ever quite what they seemed. He was reading a book on WW2, or to be exact, the aftermath of the war in Germany. Ean liked books that explored history, because as he knew full well, even just as a 14-year-old kid born and raised in Manhattan, history had a way of repeating itself.
By Conrad Hoyt5 years ago in Fiction
Living Forever
Abigail walked down the street of her youth for the first time in over a century. Her body hadn’t aged a day since she last left, but to say she was unchanged would not be accurate. Like the street she walked down, she bore unmistakable signs of someone or something that had been neglected at best, ravaged at worst. Her t-shirt and jeans had holes and slashes in them; the damages echoed on the skin below. A hole—a bullet hole—ran through her upper arm. Her face held a deep gash across the cheek. The wounds weren’t bloody, although blood could be seen. Souvenirs from the Breakdown and all else that followed. Living forever, Abigail had come to realize, came with its costs.
By The Roaming Scholar5 years ago in Fiction
Boite
Noun 1. A small restaurant or nightclub. Let's Create! ** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem—inspired by the word, boîte, where does it take me? Where does it take you?Learn more about “The Word” here, and create with me!
By The Roaming Scholar5 years ago in Fiction
