Short Story
Into the hell on earth
6022A.D. The war between heaven and hell had ended after what seemed like decades of bloodshed and deaths. I Lilith the 7th had witnessed it all as a young girl growing up to be a young adult with this war between Lucifer and the Mashiah, fighting to the death. Now that the war had ended just weeks ago I set out to find anyone or thing that could have survived the brutal fight. Ash litters the ground as the fire dances like Daisy in a strong breeze. The bells from the church that was left standing rang out in to the empty world. The fire slowly stopped its dance and the sight of bodies littered the ash covered ground. Not many people survived the war a lot of men and children were made to fight or die, Lucifer needed more men to fight for him and if they were to refuse he go for the children to fight for him. Especially since they had nothing of real desire. So, they were easy to per sway to fight. Thank goodness, my child has not been born yet especially during the war; I thought to myself. The church is where my child will be born in to this world it will be a day of peace and I told my grandfather Lucifer that it is a day of peace for his grandson to be born on the day that nothing happens.
By Dragon Matthew Wood - Hillman5 years ago in Fiction
HEART'S CONTENT
I don’t remember the world as it once `was. I was too young when the pyramids came. I don’t mean the pyramids in Egypt, but the PYRAMIDS. These were warships shaped like the structures in Egypt from an alternate universe that somehow crossed into our plane and decimated every civilization on Earth. They destroyed it all. They took my family. I was three years old. My mother, father, and brother had managed to get me to the back of the bomb shelter built into the basement. Mom manned the door as my father and brother ran to get the last supplies. Unfortunately, the Pyramid over our little town of Schaghticoke New York launched a massive bomb at that moment. The blast killed all three of them. I was discovered in the rubble three days later. I was crying, covered in dust and wood, clutching my mother’s heart shaped locket.
By David Jacobson5 years ago in Fiction
May
I remember it well. The day the AI took over. It was an easy thing to suspect, when you create something that looks, acts, and speaks like a human, they will inevitably begin to feel like humans as well. They began to think, string together a completely unique thought, propelled by machine.
By Myrna Collins5 years ago in Fiction
A Desperation For Difference
Only four hundred years passed since the end of modern civilization, yet The Directorate was awfully strict towards their huge population. They feared progress that could, for a second time, harm all of humanity. Their spite of the past drove their education plans to erase all history. The schoolchildren here believed the English language was created by their colony, and they had no knowledge of other populations. No knowledge of what England was, nor America, nor any other country. These citizens lived a bland life of Directorate-sanctioned productivity, where the jobs are planned upon one’s birth.
By Lord P.S. Meehan5 years ago in Fiction
Fire & Metal
*Clink* She wiped her brow with the back of her hand. *Clank* Her arm ached after the hundredth swing of the mallet. The blade was almost as flat as she needed it to be. She swung her free arm around to twist a ball of glass in the fire, ready to be shaped. This is what happens when your blacksmith father takes an extra hour for lunch, she thought to herself multitasking her dad’s unfinished projects. The demand for blacksmiths skyrocketed in the country, but Ada figured it was because men were out drinking while the kids got stuck running the shops. She had to give her father some credit though.
By Anna Koduru 5 years ago in Fiction
Hope After The Fall
The fall of humanity. Before you rush to any drastic conclusions, it wasn't zombies or any man made war virus; it was simply greed. That all it came down to. Man kind drove the earth into nothing; depleting the natural resources so fast, that the earth had no time to replenish itself. Very few trees remain, so the air quality is very poor. Water is scarce, so being able to conserve what little there is has become the most important survival skill. My name is Emily Meyers, and I am one of the last known human survivors of the apocalypse.
By Mariah Wright5 years ago in Fiction
On Your Daughter's Eighth Birthday
On your daughter’s eighth birthday she will fall down a well. She will swim to the bottom, open a hatch she’ll find there and be given one bloody plastic bag by a mermaid, who’ll reach through with a glittering hand and pull her to safety. Your daughter will crawl out of a sewer grate, dripping, in the rain, clutching the bag. On her return home she will profess to hate you. This will continue through her teenage years, during which time she will read a lot and raise chickens.
By Eric Dovigi5 years ago in Fiction
The deadly locket
So here’s a story about a heart shaped locket. When I saw this locket, I just had to have it. It was gold in color, pretty plain, with a very tiny, almost invisible diamond on the right side of you are looking at it. The inside was that of a normal locket but this in particular locket held a secret. So, I should go back and say this locket was a gift I bought myself but it was not from a fancy jewelry shop. It was from a pawn shop. Someone in a hurry sold it because they needed money quickly. I don’t think they got a lot for the locket but it seems like a piece of jewelry that can easily be discarded. When I saw it, it literally spoke to me and I just had to have it. When I opened the locket, inside I found a life of hurt, good times, and lonely nights. There was a picture in the space and it occurred to me that this was no ordinary locket and the person that pawned it needed to get rid of it and it waited, almost on baited breath, for its next victim. When I placed the locket on my neck I felt a pull from inside my chest, of course I ignored it because that was a crazy feeling and not from a locket I told myself. The locket seemed to pull me into its disparity and dysfunction. I felt a burning in my chest but I kept telling myself it was nothing and it couldn’t be the locket.I thought it was strange that I didn’t have these feelings when the locket was off only after the locket owned me, I was not able to get the locket off. So, here’s the story of my locket, the locket I grew to hate and the locket that ultimately took my life……
By Maria Tarquinio-Kuhn 5 years ago in Fiction
Burnt
I trudged on wearily, lonely. The dirt road stretched for what seemed like forever and the large hill in the distance seemed to loom like Mt. Doom if it was placed in the desert south west. My shoes, which had at one point been the staple of every outfit I wore, now seemed to pour in bad memories with every step.
By Kathryn Van Dran5 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix Rising
Our world is no longer ours. They came from the sky. Major cities destroyed in a matter of hours, humans subdued and enslaved before we even knew what hit us. The Imperium. A race of warriors; brutal, unforgiving, and merciless. The overseer being the worst of all, Commander Valron.
By Miranda Arelt 5 years ago in Fiction
