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Gilded Apples; Chapter 1
The car finally comes to a stop. I study the line of cars we've parked next to. I still wasn't quite sure what was going on. Quinlynn wanted me to go with him though. Maybe she was already here waiting to explain everything. She had mentioned a change coming.
By Katarzyna Crevan3 years ago in Fiction
Conflict of Interest
Alice looked up the hill. It was about a half-hour walk but if she remembered correctly there was a small rock shelter, almost a cave at the top of the hill that would be the perfect place to sleep for the night. The snow was beginning to fall faster so she walked as fast as she could without running and risking breaking an ankle. That would be as good as death out here. She finally made it to the top and she could barely see the trees in front of her now, but there was a small shelf of rock that would make a perfect shelter. Thankfully it had withstood the quake. She had never seen a November in Kentucky with this much snow. It was just her luck. She would have loved to play in this snow as a child, but now she only saw it as a deadly pest. She sat her backpack down and took her glove off with her teeth and reached her bare hand and felt inside her coat. She placed her hand on Carrot her beloved little dog. Carrot was fast asleep breathing peacefully and warmly pressed up against Alice's chest. Carrot might be the last pug left on this side of the United States she thought to herself. Alice gathered some tree branches that has blown into the cavern and broke them up for a fire. Once she has gathered enough sticks she pulled a lighter from her backpack and let twigs start to burn. She had to flirt for a moment with the sparks by gently blowing a stream of air under the twigs, but soon enough she had a small fire. She gently pulled Carrot out of her coat and sat her next to the fire. The little dog stretched and yawned like it was a typical day. She shook her little twirly tail like she was excited. Alice pulled a can of dog food and a can of corn from her backpack. She put them in a small pot and stirred them together with her wooden spoon and put it on top of the flame. She looked at the back of the can of dog food just to see if it had a carbohydrate count. She was guessing for the whole pot of food would be around 50 carbs, but she wasn’t completely sure. The dog food would be mostly protein, but the corn was the part that worried her. Carrot chases a leaf that blew in the wind and Alice smiled. Alice ate mostly the dog food and gave her dog a small bit of dog food, but mostly corn. She felt bad giving her such a bad diet, but she wasn’t exactly eating like a Queen herself. She took a syringe from her pocket and grabbed a bottle of insulin from her backpack and examined the bottle for ice crystals. It looked clear, so she drew out 5 units carefully measured not to waste a single drop of the life-saving medicine. She grabbed the fat on her stomach and shoved the needle in. She knew that would probably be the last time she used this particular syringe. It hurt as it penetrated her skin. It was growing dull with so many uses. She didn’t want it to snap and end up inside her somehow. She very carefully pulled out her medical supplies and counted how many she had left. 5 bags. That would still be enough to get to Lexington. She would still keep the old one just in case, but she had enough to spare to start using a new one tomorrow. She still had 10 insulin bottles. She was thankful she was able to stockpile some before the earthquake hit. That combination would last her a few more weeks before she had to have supplies. Being Diabetic during an apocalypse wasn’t an ideal situation, but she was making the best of it. Alice looked down at the small remainder of nail polish that was left on her fingers. It seemed like a lifetime since she had the time to paint her nails. She heard a snap in the trees. Then Carrot let out a small growl. She quickly drew her gun in the direction of the sound without a moment of hesitation. She thought about last summer when her best friend told her she should carry loaded a gun with one in the chamber. She had laughed and said things weren’t that bad yet. If only he could see her now. A man appeared about her age (Mid 20s) with a beard and glasses. They looked as if they had been broken and he had taped them together in the middle.
By Lily Caudill3 years ago in Fiction
LONDON SHARK: CHAPTER TWO
prologue ^ C H A P T E R T W O H A N N A H 1998 I SLAM UP AGAINST THE TICKET MACHINE, which checks my disorientation as the weight of my fraught body rattles into it, turning several sets of eyes upon me. None of which, I am both relieved and devastated to say, belong to Hannah or the man she is clasped to. They continue towards the exit, now softly glowing with the growing light of day, where the city waits, draping shawls of anonymity to those joining the masses on its pavements, inside its cars and buses and buildings. None of the eyes that do give my stumble a brief once-over do so long enough to pass the time of day, or impart concern; they simply revert to staring straight on in the heads of the people streaming in and out of the station.
By jamie harding3 years ago in Fiction
