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Heart Shaped Locket Part 1
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By Tanya Adams5 years ago in Fiction
Plant
“Subject two eight nine four, please step forward.” Clissy stepped away from the line of inmates, fear gripped her so intensely her throat burned. Tears fell silently, trailing down her smooth bronze cheeks and disappearing into expanding dark circles on her light blue jumpsuit. The nine crones regarded her disdainfully from the bench, waiting as the other accused were removed from the chamber.
By Catherine Langenkamp5 years ago in Fiction
Before Time Runs Out
The sun was hot as its rays shone down on me. All I could hear were my feet crunching, slipping, and sliding on the sand. The howling wind threw sand particles in my face, in my ears, and in my mouth. The creatures lurked behind me and stalked me as I trudged on. And yet, I continued forward, crawling up steep hills of sand, and stumbling down deep trenches of nothing but dirt.
By Paige Heath5 years ago in Fiction
Sanctioned
1. The brief needle drop signaled that the evening pacification had begun. The hypnotic melody from the loudspeakers spilled far into the courtyard, traveling up the fractured brick walls and into the crammed hallways. The denizen’s ears rapt with the soft and lulling tune as they stood side by side in synthetic delight. Boiled tensions simmered and evaporated in the big melting pot of SEC 11. From grimace to grin the lot were eased… for now.
By J.T. Perkins5 years ago in Fiction
Brisk
Damn. At this rate I’ll never make it in time. The hollow ring of the sirens rattled me from my thoughts bringing me swiftly back to my icy reality. So cold…always so so cold. I picked up my backpack, stiff and frozen and began to walk as quickly as my near-frostbitten limbs would allow. With my overly numb fingers I felt around my neck for the only thing of value I owned. The black heart-shaped locket my sister gave me before she left or disappeared depending on who you ask.
By Eva St. Reed 5 years ago in Fiction
The Chosen Ones
“Sweet baby girl with a smile as bright as a thousand suns, I bless you with my protection from the hardships you’re going to endure.” A tiny baby with bright blue eyes stared up at her grandfather, with hands flailing as he secured a rose gold heart shaped locket around her neck. “This locket will provide you with an escape whenever you need it the most. I will always be right here.” The grandfather said as he patted the shiny adornment, he had given the baby.
By Tiffany Carlin5 years ago in Fiction
Amnesia Ex Machina
When I awoke, I couldn’t remember my name. A man in white loomed over me. “Everything’s okay. You’re in a hospital, but you’re recovering nicely.” He said hospital, but it didn’t feel like a hospital and he didn’t seem like a doctor. The structure of his face was twisted and sunken with years of cynicism.
By lolea5 years ago in Fiction
Alouette
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
By Erroneous Monk5 years ago in Fiction
Cracks in the Pleasuredome
It was a blazing hot day in December and the clocks were striking 19:84. "A dystopian fiction contest?" said Word, alone in his designated 5x5 meter iRoom, which heard him, noting his passing interest in science fiction for advertisers, which was likewise recorded in the NSA case file currently monitoring him for potential Bad Vibes against the United States of Every State. "How passé," he said, which the room also noted sent the necessary commands for several backspaces to the NSA. "Besides, what on earth would I write about?"
By dreamdictionary5 years ago in Fiction
Errand of Mercy
I arrive at the convoy early. Near the front, I see Peter holding a stranger by the arm. With her long braid and white gown, the girl is clearly a Righteous runaway. She must have brought us the information on the new territory we are about to scavenge.
By Grace Briarwood5 years ago in Fiction
There it is;
There it is; The silver smoke plume that stumbles up through what they call east. With every rise and fall it appears between the trees. They tell me we cannot go over there, but I've never understood why. A moment passes before I hear the rally coming into the property.
By Rachel Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Desert Caravan
Two short unpleasant coughs are heard from outside a beige, rusted and sun stained caravan in a silent land of red desert. Without wheels, the tarnished grey hubs sink into the lose clay earth like anchors of a corrupted ship, scorned from the abandoned embrace of its ocean. *Pshhhhhhhhh* The four tinted, cracked windows quickly fill with dark condensed smoke, seeping through slightly and swirling as it dances with the heated outside air.
By Mathew Bell5 years ago in Fiction