Mystery
Cypher's Heart
Cypher’s Heart Written by: Pamela Thornton “We are currently 20 minutes from the earth atmosphere. Please find your seats and buckle your set belts.” The lady said from the main station of the space craft. 23 days since Cypher, boarded the space craft and left her home from Orion. In her hand she held a small golden heart shape locket and a letter in a langue in which she did not know. This trip wouldn’t even be taking place if the telecommunication pad could recognize the langue. The locket had had her puzzled ever since she found it in her mother’s things. Her mother had passed in a fluke accident, a man had gotten mad at the waiter at here favorite café. The man threw his coffee in which short circuit the window with the view of earth and forced it to open. The suction from the open window had not only taken her mother but 5 other innocent bystanders. Months of trying to pretend that her mother was just at the store or the café and would be back Cypher, decided to start cleaning out her mother’s things. That is when she found the locket deep in a wooden box that her mother had brought form earth. The locket it was a picture of a man whom she had never seen. This was not her father who died in The War of The Nations. Her father was extremely handsome, tall, with blonde hair and was from the southern part of America. Cypher’s mother had made sure that she knew every detail of her father. Cypher loved to hear of the stories of her father, but this locket had her puzzled. The man in the locket seems to be of Asian descent, with small eyes and darker hair.
By Pamela Thornton5 years ago in Fiction
Locket of the Wastes
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By Sagan Marlowe5 years ago in Fiction
Aniki
There were whispers in the wind. It was difficult for him to think straight, knowing there had to be something else - something more. For just over seventeen years, Kenji heard the whispers. Each time the gentle wind blew past him, a faint calling stayed behind, saying the same phrase every time: In the locket. In the locket.
By Julius Simmons5 years ago in Fiction
PHARMACY
I stood out in the distance looking out what I think is greenish blue tinge of paint left on the damaged houses on what’s left of the corner of McKenny Street. I had I known what was going to be of this rotting hole I would have left years ago but I kept waiting for him. There’s a creaking noise off the distance. I snap my head in the direction and see a few small pests run into the tall grass. I need supplies. I dart off onto the next street looking to see what’s left at a convenient store. There’s not much except a few cans of corn and expired food. Defeated I head to the pharmacy to see if there’s anything. I hear something in the distance. Is that a car? Fuck. I have learned to really dislike people over the last 10 years before the reaping, but after humans are evil. I don’t even consider myself human at times. I hear voices but they are distorted. Viordans?
By Jessica Velasquez5 years ago in Fiction
Above Desolation
There was no hope now. And no turning back. We had come all this way for nothing. A nothingness. My finger nails dig into my palms. If blood were to be drawn I would not find it surprising. But I would not care. Chargrind perched, wings splayed behind me, his copper scales luminescent in the dusk. The only friend I have left. They fought and lost. The battle had raged on for an age. To be the last living souls is an odd sensation. That sense of loss, but also of suspension. Detached. It has not yet sunk in.
By E.B. Mahoney5 years ago in Fiction
THE DAY OF THE UNKNOWN
As I remember, it was July of 2015 when the happenings all began. How could I ever forget. In one day half the population of the world disappeared. I woke up on that faithful day to the sound of planes going overhead. The road I lived on was usually quiet but not this day. It appeared whatever happened shook the very foundation of the whole earth.
By Janice Hinty5 years ago in Fiction
52 Seconds
My sister and I are the only ones left in our family. My father died before it all started. My mother collapsed one day from exhaustion and we couldn’t carry her, so we had to run. That was probably the hardest day of my entire life. I didn’t look back when it happened, but I remember hearing her screams. I remember hearing those blood-curdling, eardrum-shattering screams as they took her. I still hear those screams in my dreams at night. It’s been six months since The Swarm began terrorizing this country. It's hard to know how many are dead because there is never any time to stop and read the news. The Swarm only attacks those who are standing still, so as long as we keep moving, we’ll be safe. As long as we keep moving, we’ll survive. “Hey Daniel," my sister whispers, derailing my train of thought. "I’m getting tired, do you think it’d be ok if I used the cart for a while?” As you can imagine, finding time to rest in this world is difficult. So we found a shopping cart at an abandoned mall, and take turns pushing each other around in it while the other sleeps. We trade 8-hour consecutive shifts nonstop: sleep, push, sleep, push, sleep, push. It's also a convenient way to carry all of our extra clothes. “Sure, Lucy, get in.”
By Jared Schiering5 years ago in Fiction
