Mystery
Neon Sky
Eyes, heart, and soul a world where only three guaranteed things still made someone human. As humanity moves forward they slowly begin to lose the grasp of their own laws of humanity. The power of change is also the power of perspective in the eyes of others and the agreed steps of society. A city lost in the midwest of once the country called the United States of America, stood tall with only a couple dozen buildings piercing the clouds that laid over the city hiding what lay below. The new Denver, moved and pulsed into the future, after the final great war. The new cities identity became new unaffected by other cities that could have survived after the war. A world wide disconnection brought together those of a single city trying to continue to live on.
By Vonbon strangle5 years ago in Fiction
Investigative Duo
The half-empty glass of whiskey sitting on the large oak desk had become lukewarm. A ring formed below the crystal-like glass where it sat day after day on the smooth surface. It had become a new tradition every night for the last two weeks. A caramel apple soy candle flickered in the now darkened office, the saccharine scent enveloping the entire room. Justine's head rested on her arm as she slept over an open case file.
By Margaret Todd5 years ago in Fiction
A Future's End
Hundreds of years beyond the age of super heroes and super villains. The fight for balance has turned into structured chaos in a dystopian reality. There is no city or economy like humans have ever known, where now everyone has a minimum of two super powers, and can have up to a dozen.
By Skylar Joel Harris5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Hope
I told myself I would make it. I’d been telling myself that for an unknown number of days since the explosions. I estimated it had been about a month and I was almost ready for the trek. With the sky so grey, it was impossible to sense the passage of time. Occasionally, a ray of muted yellow would fight its way through, along with a hint of blue, but mostly every day and night looked the same.
By Crystal McNeil5 years ago in Fiction
DECISIONS, OPPORTUNITY OR FATE
It is hard to admit to Jordan that you would rather check out the ghost then go for supper, even so you explain to her how much fun it would be to meet a ghost! One that is about the same age you guys are. No matter how much to try to convince Jordan to go with you she is just not interested in such a crazy thing.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Sirens
It’s been all but quiet in my head since I’ve finally learned the truth about the Great Wave that happened fifty years ago. My parents refused to spare any details with me, for I was not born then and they thought I shouldn’t bother myself with such long forgotten knowledge. However, my grandma, after a few weeks of persuasion from my part, finally caved in. I was now listening closely to the story, how it all begun and how it all ended. It made my skin crawl just thinking about the people that died in pain and away from their families over the span of five years. “You see Jorah, it started as a simple virus, people were taking ill one after the other, but we never lost hope that we would see the end of it”, my grandmother said, looking thoughtful into the distance. She then proceeded to elaborate what could only seem like a government plot ripped out of the pages of the books she always told me she read as a child. Schemes over schemes, nation after nation losing their people over this Great Wave as we call it now. When I asked about its name, the only answer was “It begun like a wave that takes form safely at a great distance from the shore and ended up crashing violently onto the beaches and washing away thousands and thousands of people who believed were safe from its reach”. No one could pin point the exact location of its birth and nobody really knew when it was done craving for human flesh. There are still a few among us who live in fear, almost expecting for the next tide to come ashore and wipe up entire nations all over again – we call them Sirens, for they are more comfortable in the water then on land, but I’ve never seen them. As for the rest of us, life has slowly gained its normalcy, or so I’ve been told.
By eternal_sun5 years ago in Fiction
The Chop Shop Part 1
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. "Mr. Lewis, it is the first of the month. You can't dodge me forever." Bradley Lewis, 31, sits upright on the couch. He pushes his hair off his face. Bradley makes his way to the door as his young daughter makes her way out of her bedroom rubbing her eyes.
By Reel Vibes5 years ago in Fiction
Arcane Enchantment, Alchemy, Purification, Silver & Gold
Sol reserves his works of magic. Light uncontrolled is chaotic! Some enchantment is erotic. People suffer with disbelief. To Sol it is a source of grief. Sol’s pure love, is man’s great relief. If you feel that life is mundane, take a taste of Sol’s light arcane. You’ll live in a magic membrane. Love is the ultimate power. Sol's gaze, a cosmic ray shower. His natures like a sunflower. Not all forms of magic are bad. They all carry a form of rad. Improper use can turn out sad. Believe in truths great enchantment. Sol lives his life with commitment. It’s a source of pure excitement!
By David Duran 5 years ago in Fiction
