Sci Fi

“The Heart-shaped Locket”
“The Heart-shaped Locket” It all happened so fast. One minute, everything was fine; the next minute, everything was chaos. I was in history class watching a documentary on George Washington when it happened. Well, I should say, I was supposed to be watching a documentary on George Washington, but instead was staring out the window enjoying the beautiful, baby blue sky when, suddenly, the sunny sky turned blood red. Then, without warning, a massive meteorite crashed into the side of the school with an ear-piercing crunch. The next thing I knew, teachers and students were running down the halls while screaming their heads off. Some people were bleeding from various parts of their bodies, and some were even missing limbs. As I watched the gruesome scene unfolding in front of me, I comforted myself by grasping the heart-shaped locket that my mom had given me right before she died earlier this year and thought to myself, what the fuck is going on?! Thankfully, my history teacher was able to hold his composure during the madness. As he scanned his room of terrified students, he calmly said,
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By Honey Lea5 years ago in Fiction
Safe
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By C. M. Norwood 5 years ago in Fiction
Anna Defies The Locket
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By Depeachtreia McLoyd5 years ago in Fiction