Series
Unsung
PROLOGUE No one ever told me that life was easy. I was always told, "Work hard. Pay your bills. Keep up with the Kardashians!" Lol, and that's the funny shit...the more depressing thought though is...No! No, I won't get into that. However, now I find myself in a complicated situation...I have this thing, this object that could literally kill you, if you are not already dead, mind you...
By Rebecca Cantu5 years ago in Fiction
My Lonely World
I never felt like very important. Being 27 year old non-binary person; yes that means I use they and them pronouns, so just deal with it. Even with my whole world and career being a writer for a science fiction company; I never thought the world would become similar to one of my books.
By Eddie Rodgers5 years ago in Fiction
Diary Entry #1
Dear Diary, It feels strange writing “dear diary” as though I have some sort of sense of endearment towards the documentation of my thoughts. It feels child-like, as though I’m writing to an imaginary friend. Academically, I don’t look down on what others might consider child-like or immature, but it still feels off to me, it feels like a misrepresentation of who I am, which seems to contradict the purpose of self-documentation, being to accurately express oneself with pen and paper. Perhaps there is an alternative to writing “dear diary” at the start of a diary entry, but I wouldn’t know what that alternative might be.
By Brian Ayers5 years ago in Fiction
Something Domestic
ITS MONDAY EVENING and your girl is finally off work. That open mic night won’t be seeing me. Sometimes you just have to say no and liberate your time spent to be focused on you and that's exactly what I plan to do, which is NOTHING. I quickly sign out of my computer and quietly rush my behind toward the elevators. There are four of them, yet sadly, two of them seem to only run during specific times of the day: kind of sketchy if you really think about it. I push the down arrow to call for my silver chariot to whisk me away from this glass dungeon we call a building. Ding! The elevator doors slide open immediately and alert the whole floor that I’m leaving ten minutes earlier than I should be. I scan my surroundings to make sure I’m in the clear then enter and press the button forty-two times to quickly descend down to the garage. Shower, eat, meditate, rest – sounds like my type of night! The random stranger shuffles in the corner of the elevator causing me to jump in surprise. We make awkward eye contact and nod in salutation. Shit, was I speaking out loud? Was he there the whole time? My cheeks get warm and I try to shake the embarrassment that probably only exists in my mind. I’m lifted from my thoughts by the blaring ringtone coming from my bag. I begin to look for it inside the disorganization and hit the first button I can feel to silence it. The doors slide open again and I’m out. I make my way to the car and pull out of the garage remembering I need to pick up a few things to eat tonight.
By Jasmine Harness5 years ago in Fiction
Homeless
A loud rumbling, like an approaching thunderstorm, woke Tyrone from a fitful sleep. Sirens and gunfire prevented him from getting some needed Z’s. He should have been used to it. Crime was not unusual, but the past three days had seen more activity. Again, the rumbling. “Garbage day,” he muttered. He needed to get moving before the garbage collectors arrived. He peered into the alley. Nobody. He lifted the heavy metal cover above his head, and propped it with a stick. The rusting hinges of the lid creaked slightly. To him, it was a bull horn. He threw out a small parcel and followed it landing on the concrete with a soft thud. Crouching beside the dumpster, he paused, listening intently. His eyes darted left, right, then up, checking the alley and rooftops.
By T. R. Gibbs5 years ago in Fiction
Warrior Wings
The day started as a cold wet mess. The morning fog hung low around the abandoned buildings. The dew clung to the ground and its stickiness was felt in the dirt. Visibility was limited as looming shadows showed remnants of multiple accidents, pieces of metal strewn sporadically about. There were many footsteps searching for help and pattering around in panic.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD5 years ago in Fiction
Hunting Upstream
This story immediately follows Lockets Full of Instructions. Robin keeps fiddling with that heart shaped locket that Doc gave her. She hasn't said much since we left town. I'm never gonna get used to calling it that. Towns seem like such a foreign concept now. I remember towns, and what's left out there ain't them. But we have one. Doc made that place a home, and we made it a town, and now we have to go to war for it. This better be the shortest war in the history of the God damn planet. I'm sick of this Mad Max bullshit.
By John Dodge5 years ago in Fiction
Darkness Falls
Darkness Falls Just like that the sirens went off all around us as me and my friends on the soccer field started running towards the field house for cover as the first of many bombs began to hit all around the town and unknown to us at the time we were the trial run. The school house being the main emergency shelter center now up in flames and rubble. Once inside the field house we all pull out our phones and try to call our families.
By Rebecca Michelle Josey5 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger
Part 1 Elliot Mayfield lied motionless on the snow-covered ground. The cold wind sent chills throughout his bones. He opened his eyes. It was dark. The light of the moon barely cut through the thick of the forest that surrounded him. He stood, his hands and face red from winter’s embrace. “Hello!?” he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the clearing. A murder of crows screeched from the trees, startling him. He was alone; lost.
By David Dausch5 years ago in Fiction
Tani's Trial
Tani held the gold heart shaped locket, as she looked out over this unfamiliar city, “Someday, we won’t need the shield, and I will go find you.” Things had not gone as planned since her stepdad tried to kill her and did kill her mom. Well, things had not gone well since her dad’s accident really. First her dad died, then her grandparents, and finally her mom. She had no one else here, all the family she had ever known were dead. She had come up with a plan as she sat looking at her lifeless mother. Her mom still had the locket on, and Tani took it off, and looked at the familiar pictures inside. On one side was a young couple, her grandparents, on the other a young boy and girl, her mom and uncle. The locket was all her mom had left of her parents and brother, and now sadly it was all Tani had left of her mom. Tears rolled down her cheeks, just like they did when her mom would hold the locket. Tani understood better now the pain that came with those tears. Every time she tried to ask her mom about the pictures all she would say was, “They didn’t make it in time.” So, she kissed her mom for the last time and told herself she would go outside the shield and find her family.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Fiction
Submissive Evil 4
“Can you feel that?” I looked over my shoulder to see Julious staring into the Fold. It had opened a few days ago and continued to get wider. It was shimmering brightly. The Overworld drifting off into the distance surrounded in a cloud of pressing darkness.
By J. L. Cross5 years ago in Fiction
