Sci Fi
The Heart-Shaped Locket
Elizabeth sat on the floor of her grandmother’s neatly decorated home. Nothing in the home was out of place, except for her grandmother who had recently passed away. Her final words still echoed in Elizabeth’s mind: “Take this locket, my dear Elizabeth. It’s the only relic left behind by your mother and father. They always said it was the key to restoring this world, but I never figured out the key to opening the locket. The mystery is now yours to solve.” Elizabeth placed her hand over the beautiful heart-shaped locket which now hung around her neck. The locket was a red heart encased in intricately designed golden vines.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz5 years ago in Fiction
Family Lines
Family Lines Chapter 1: Tears began to well in my eyes as I took in the grand structure that stood before me. My hair blew about in the wind and the ever-darkening sky warned of the storm coming. I could hear people hurrying about the street trying to get home before it hits. Yet still, I could not tear my eyes away from this home. No, this house. It has not been a home since she passed away.
By Tiahna - Education = Change5 years ago in Fiction
Until the End of Time
Michael needs to find the locket. He first bought it to apologize or maybe it was to commemorate the moment that he first told her he loved her. It was probably both or maybe it was neither. Michael’s memory had gotten shaky after everything changed, but so did everyone’s.
By Lucas Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
The Shortcut
Janet took the shortcut home again. Bob hated her taking the shortcut, so maybe she wouldn't mention it. There was apprehension of course, but the interstate traffic was backed up so far tonight, and her back was screaming its familiar tune after a long shift at work. It was a dark drive through a mostly deserted industrial area. There were some dilapidated spots word of cement and lots of trash flurries along the edges, Mainly scrap yards and a few gravel pits operated along this stretch of road. It was pitch black, except for some flickering streetlights. Yes, many things could go wrong out there at night, and she was a woman driving alone, but there were no red lights or stop signs for the entire stretch. There weren't typically any other vehicles, except the occasional straggling gravel truck, no cops cars, nothing to stop her from speeding her ass off, so she could get out of her work clothes, slip into a hot bath, and sip on a nice glass of chardonnay. She could almost taste it now.
By Angela Turner5 years ago in Fiction
A Halo on Your Finger
The ring on Detective Gabriel Santal’s right ring finger began to vibrate, waking him from an accidental slumber at his desk. He rubbed his eyes and took a sip of a vibrantly green drink sitting in front of him, then put his hand out to reveal a collection of projections in front of his eyes. There was a voice recording from his captain, a succession of photographs of a crime scene, and a series of personnel profiles, amongst other attachments. With an opening and closing of his wrist, and a flick towards the clear wall in front of his desk, the information now projected onto the wall, large enough to see the whites of the eyes of the profile picture staring back at the detective.
By Michael Aschkenasy5 years ago in Fiction
Forward
I was not only a soldier, I was the death and life of my country. And now I’m the last left. After the invasion was announced, I didn't have enough time to do what was only mine to do. And that is my biggest regret. It all was changed by a heart shaped locket.
By Lexi Grove5 years ago in Fiction
Gifts
"I've a terrible gift for Christmas", James told her, last time he was in town, glass in hand and red-cheeked from the cold. She paid half an eye to him, half attention to the screen blaring the latest disasters, and shook her head. The locket sat cold in his pocket, and he waited for her to turn her eyes back to him.
By Patrick O'Leary5 years ago in Fiction
What now?
A few months ago, my husband and I, after twenty years of marriage, purchased our first home. We saved for years trying to find the perfect home to fit our family and pets. We decorated every room exactly how we dreamed. We thought our lives were going to be amazing after renting for years. We had our very own safe space to relax and enjoy. It was blissful for the three months we lived there. That was until the world decided to end. That fateful night was the last blissful day we had in our new home.
By Silvia C Corella5 years ago in Fiction
Crossing the River Styx
In tides and rhythms, the Sun makes its tempers known. It’s angry tempers; holy tempers. Reaching in storms and furies toward the singular blue eye. A faithful eye filled to bursting with love. But love was betrayed, and blue turned to a dead grey.
By Molly Enabnit5 years ago in Fiction
Oakland 3000
When Nzinga opened her eyes, she was still in the cell Baka had thrown her in. A sliver of light peeped in from the missed spot on the blacked-out window. It was just enough for Nzinga to see the dried blood on her left hand. The blood had streamed between the cracks of her fingers and settled into the fine lines of her skin.
By Ashanti Clayton5 years ago in Fiction
The Spiral Effect
A spiral in the sky. So often we humans look to the firmament of the heavens and find shapes, and creatures, and fantasies in the clouds. But I never thought I would actually see a spiral, gleaming dark heavy metal, so real it couldn't be anything but a dream.
By M.J. Shafa5 years ago in Fiction
