Series
My Duty is My Pride
Soon the road was full of sand. It blew around the pod making tink tink noises as it bounced off the glass doors. Some seasons the sand would cover entire blocks up to your knees. Everyone wore masks or scarfs around their faces and dove into podcars as quickly as possible. The sand was relentless, penetrating every crack, every crevice, every orifice it could find.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Fiction
Year 2509
Can be read as a stand-alone or as a follow-up to, "Year 2507" and "Year 2508". Neuro stares at the heart-shaped locket, long thought to be lost forever. When she tossed it down a hallway as a distraction to reach her bunker two years prior, she never thought she'd see it again. And then a year ago, roughly, she stumbled upon it on a table in another nearby bunker she was raiding for supplies - along with Synapse, who she had also never thought to see again. The man had been sleeping, and her raiding required her stealth, and so she had reaped his rewards and her lost locket and fled back inside her bunker, where she has stayed another year. Roughly.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction
My Duty is My Pride
If there was an assignment Kobe hated, it was an arena raid. He wasn’t fond of most of his assignments, actually. But the smell of chemical fires cutting through the warehouse district was especially nauseating. He took one last breath of polluted city air and pulled his visor over his face. His weapon read his thumbprint silently, powered up and hummed as it readied for battle. The night was hot and sticky, causing sweat droplets to course down his back beneath his uniform.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Bette: Blast From The Past
December 2024 The notification went off on Bette's phone and the she pulled up the pop up from her doorbell security ap. She had it programmed to not go off for squirrels or anything smaller, she knew the neighbors weren't home, and it couldn't capture the cars in the street. She didn't even hear any footsteps on the porch - because there weren't any. She rushed to the door, opened it, and could see the delivery drone taking off. It was unusual to say the least. On the doormat was the package, so small it was nearly an envelope. The shipping label addressed to her had wrapped all around the package, so much so that it covered up the sender's information. She hadn't ordered anything recently, it wasn't her birthday that month, nor was it her wedding anniversary with Mark. It was a literal gift from the sky and there was no way of telling from who. She brought the package inside, stared at it for a bit before deciding to open it. She pulled out the small card first, opened it; the message seemed irrelevant at first. It was the name at the bottom that caught her attention. She took a deep breath as the warm feeling crested through her body, she was transported to the memories tied to the name, and suddenly, she was 27 again.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
The Goddess Prophecy
I live in a castle amongst the beautiful forest of Wisteria, in a kingdom by the name of Gaiaminelle. My charming and leafy room, adorned with crystals dangling in a beautifully neat sequence, flooded with softened sunlight as the dawn kissed our lands, painting my room in hues of rainbows. The halls of the castle outside my doors were humming with preparations for the day's activities, as well as the bustle of the forest awakening with synchronized and scattered chirps, yawns and scampers. The enriched smell of morning dew combined of roses and peach trees paired perfectly with the aroma of fresh baked breads and my favorite foods filled my nostrils as I stretched and groaned the sleep from my body. My sister Vixenia was my absolute best friend, and she boisterously flung open my doors to greet me. I can see she was disappointed I was awakened prior to this, as I have been dealing with this reaction for years at this point. I gave her a playful look, and she bleat out a raspberry.
By Cinnaminnie3 years ago in Fiction
An Old Woman's Tale (Part 1)
The wind pushed through the cracks of the ramshackle house. Barely livable. That’s what she called it. Everything worked though, the lights were on, and an aggressive fire was burning in the woodstove that sat on broken tile. There was a soft spot on the floor in front of the main entrance that came from years of floods and bad storms, you had to make sure to step over it when you came through the door otherwise your foot was certainly going to go through the boards and there would officially be a hole there. I don’t think that poor old woman could handle it if there was one more hole in her house. She raised 4 children in that house, and they took their toll on it for sure. Although some of the damage came from fights with an abusive husband who left her there one day and just never returned.
By Maresa Irvin3 years ago in Fiction
The Capes Of Planet Poloto
The view looked great from the left window seat on flight 753. The sky was clear with no clouds in sight, at least from my view. It was around 2:00 pm and this was our second trip back to Indiana from Orlando Florida. Hello, my name is Tommy Vector and I am an 11-year-old kid with no sisters or brothers. My mother was sitting next to me listening to her music on her headphones; she likes to listen to classical music like Mozart and Beethoven. The flight attendant walked by and said. “Hello young man, would you like something to drink? I said '' Sure, yes, please! Can I have a cup of Apple Juice? As I nudged mom to see if she wanted anything as the flight attendant responded back. How about you ma’am? Mom then answered back, “Just Water Please.” and the flight attendant answered back, “Yes, of course, I'll be right Back.”
By Anthony Leclair3 years ago in Fiction
