Short Story
Her
I had never seen such fire before. It was splattered all over her body; her fierce eyes and the way that they looked right through me. Her crooked smile that somehow compliments her straight teeth. Her restless hands and her tapping feet. The passion of her voice was infectious, and it always made me smile. I didn't care how loud she was, all I could think about was what her face would feel like in my hands. She could never know how much she truly meant to me.
By Grace Olson5 years ago in Fiction
The Telling Locket
It occurred to me while watching the television that we all liked something different. Krista liked the comedy; Stefan liked the drama and I preferred the documentary. We were required by the state to watch all 5 and then vote on Saturdays. Since the mandate, people had been disappearing. At first, it was something you just heard about, then, my former bunk mate, Natalie disappeared. The disappearances always occurred on Sundays and the government didn’t seem to mind that we had seen a correlation.
By Tracy Phillips5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
The trifecta of misery hit hard in the summer of 2040 leaving the world’s population reeling from another pandemic, shortages in the food supply, and curfews implemented by the new world government. The new world government portrays itself as being for the people, the protection of the people. Sometimes, your protector is your oppressor.
By Cheryl Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
Heart-Shaped Breasts
Even before everybody started dying from the new flu, the number of medical professionals dwindled. It was the way of formerly lucrative careers with large buy-ins. By 17, so many kids had found their millionaire status niche online, replete with earbud and automatic car sponsorships. Pursuing anything else seemed frankly foolish. Profiting parents, easily placated by their children with the promise of no student loan debt, found futher schooling unnecessary. It was a win-win for everyone but the dying and diseased.
By Cali Loria5 years ago in Fiction
The End of the World or A New Beginning
Hello NASA, is anyone there? This is Apollo 20, returning from our extended stay on the moon. Is anyone there? Come in NASA… No response. What is going on Captain? It is more of our same experience from the moon, and we thought it had to be our communication devices. We made the decision to complete our required duties on the moon and then to return to earth as scheduled because we thought it was just our communication pieces. Now, it is more of the same, with the devices that are on the shuttle. The same no response, like it was on the moon. In the space shuttle, no response, and now it is time to worry. What happened to earth? To the people? No news. No communication now and it has probably been a couple months from our last message.
By Denise E Lindquist5 years ago in Fiction
The Reversal
Mary Lynfield held onto her cue cards tightly. There was a lump in her throat that wouldn’t go away. Even after being in this business for 12 years, she always got nervous before a show. Millions of viewers across the country had no idea that she actually hated what she did for a living. She was an introvert with a penchant for perfectionism and a bad tendency to self-deprecate. None of her staff knew that she’d rewatch old clips at home, just to focus on all the ways she could have done better.
By Mawia Khogali5 years ago in Fiction
Social shock
I am a glow stick in a world filled with lamps and flashlights. I was never created to fit in. I didn’t come into the world with a matching set of parents like everybody else. I came into the world with the absence of my father and years later my mother also decided to leave. I was alone in a world that wasn’t created to understand me. For example, everyone saw the sadness in the world. I never could see the sadness. Even in a world filled with darkness, I always saw the light. Maybe it was because I was built differently. I was not your usual yellow light. I didn’t come with a bulb and I didn’t break easily when you dropped me. I wasn’t like everyone else. Everyone else ran on batteries. A lot of times their batteries would die quickly and they would lose their light. I was different, I was a glow stick. I loved who I was but sometimes I just wanted to be like everyone else. Sometimes I just wanted to fit in. At one point I was trying everything. I tried to hangout with others who didn’t really care about me, but then I would care too much because they were all I had. I just wanted to feel like I belonged. I tried dating different guys and trying different hobbies so I wouldn’t feel alone. I didn’t mind being by myself, but I didn't like to be left alone with my thoughts. It just never felt like there was a place just for me. I thought maybe I wasn’t meant to be a glow stick, so I tried to learn Morse code and tape batteries on me. However, I just could never be like everyone else and they always reminded me with their consistent mockery. They would mock me because I wasn’t always chosen first. They would mock me because I looked different than them. They even mocked me for always smiling. I began to question who I was and started asking myself, “ Why don’t they pick me? Why do I look like this? Stop smiling! Why am I even here?”
By Keke’s Konnects5 years ago in Fiction
Fragility
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been on foot, but he knew it wasn’t long enough to be safe. Each day and night, he moved and hid like the roaches he was terrified of. Who knew what was safe anymore? What seemed like months was only days. In the span of a week, his life had become more of a priority than it ever was.
By Bianca Hubbard5 years ago in Fiction
Our Light
Robert breathed out steadily, filling the air with swirling mist. The wrinkles around his eyes settled into a familiar pattern as he smiled contentedly; the crisp morning was filled with promise. They were perched on a worn bench atop a grassy bluff. Far below and away, the sea met the sky in a reflective mirror of orange and pink. Still morning air smoothed the waves. Breathing in once more, his nose was filled with the scents of eucalyptus and salt, with an undercurrent of morning glory. They’d been coming up here since she was so young that he had to carry her. He never minded though- she was his light in the darkness.
By Mikayla Babin5 years ago in Fiction
The Lacquered Locket
The Lacquered Locket By Nathanael John Highben Ezra did not mind the way the world had turned out. It had been 7 years since life ended and something strange, beautiful, and wild had begun. Earth was behind it all in the end. First of the catastrophes was the satellites falling from the sky. When everything that was floating above finally came down, Mother Earth stopped providing in other ways. There was no more oil, coal, or crops to be had. The world suffered a 5-year draught, and that was about how long it took for supplies of oil and gas to run dry too.
By Nathanael John Highben5 years ago in Fiction
