Sci Fi
Her Little Light
It began and ended on his wife’s birthday. He had been to the jeweller’s the day before to pick up the locket; the one she called ‘my little light’. It was a tiny heart-shaped locket she’d had kicking around the condo for years. The clasp had broken when she was in her early 20’s.
By Lawrence Murphy5 years ago in Fiction
Witness For A New World
The last time I saw Angela was the day I confessed that I didn’t believe in God. She had taken my hand in hers, looked me in the eyes and said, “You don’t owe me an explanation. I’m not Christy or Rod, I'm your therapist. I won’t judge you.” Still, the revelation tormented me.
By Marie Song5 years ago in Fiction
A New World Emerges
Drip drip drip. I wake up in a state of panic, chills traveling down my spine. I press my hand to my forehead where cold beads of water have dampened my hair line. I look up at the stained ceiling above me and jump out of bed. The safe house is supposed to be water tight but clearly that is not the case. I grab a bucket and wish I was still sleeping. Still dreaming of the world as it used to be. We were so naive back then. Absorbed in our wants and needs completely blind to the evil gathering around us.
By Alison Bonner5 years ago in Fiction
The Vault
Silvia blinked for a moment, her eyes adjusting to what she was seeing. She brushed her fingers against the rough metal surface of the heart shaped locket. It's golden exterior, dull and dented, the dingy old bauble having seen far better days. Gingerly holding it up to her ear she could hear a faint ticking inside.
By Angelique Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Red Zone
I glanced at the tall, metal gates that surrounded the small acre of land that was left of my family wealth. Who would have thought back then that the whole stature, the prestige, and the family name would be all summed up in this? This parched, withered, broken mimic of a garden?
By Maria-Camila Sanchez-Palma5 years ago in Fiction
Justice for the working class
The country I live in has been oppressed for years ever since the war for freedom was lost. In this controlling era, we are not taught history or anything about the past, only given roles meant to be filled to keep the higher-ups content. The working class has been mind-controlled robots from occupation, spouse, to even their life span. From what I’ve observed, people dressed in white have been chipped by the higher-ups; only meant to fill out the role given to them on their ID cards. The ones dressed in blue are the middle class who still have their free will and are meant to keep an eye on those dressed in white. I’ve become aware of this since my chipped malfunctioned, due to my vision of the past war.
By Victoria Akdmeir-soto5 years ago in Fiction
The day "they" arrived
The day they arrived, wars still raged all over the world with men and women killing brothers and sisters. People scrolled through social media like zombies shuffling through crowds and in their homes all but oblivious to the world and those around them. Corporations and governments around the world ripped off, used and abused those that they said they were there for and did it with a smile while most just didn’t even raise an eyebrow.
By Thomas Blakeman5 years ago in Fiction
Portal 888
Portal 888 The Grand Remembrance “I don’t want to come off harsh, but if we had a space alone tonight I would have you like the stars have a blank sky. I would never let you go.” That’s the words your father told me the night we conceived you Reeva. “What does my name mean again mama.” he asked the question that would ignite his dna, and altar his eternal view of himself. “Your name means one who guides people like a river or a star.” she said, smiling bright. Her name was Indigo like the color her name fit her spirit like a crisp new fitted hat. The Brooklyn waves crash on their warm toes. The air smelled like franks, and cheese fries. Scent has a way of making us remember. She leans over and with her half bitten nails clips a heart shaped locket onto Reeva’s crisp white shirt. “Wear this my love, and remember my words. Wisdom is gained beloved. Strap on your boots cause the devil stays busy. Never wake up swinging, but never be afraid to leave them in a standing eight count. Enjoy every moment, and never live for what will happen in the next five minutes. When the sun burns your skin like it did today let the aloe soak in and soothe you.” she says. “But mama your my whole universe, whole stars, whole moon.” Reeva says wide eyed with tears in his eyes. “You could never be away from me I’m always in your heart.” Indigo says as she points to the locket around her son's neck.
By Kristina Stumpf5 years ago in Fiction
Rosie
“Hands up, pal.” I turn slowly, not wanting to disturb the brown-paper bag in my arms, loaded full with precious groceries. When my eyes adjust to the glaring lights haloing the man addressing me, he pushes the barrel of a cheap burner pistol in my face, its dull red glow and low metallic hum conveying its deadly threat.
By Chris Heller5 years ago in Fiction
