Short Story
The Locket Society
The locket clinks to the floor as it falls out of her cold, dead hands. She lay there, motionless, blank stare in her eyes. She brings my body count up to 367,892. I put my gloves on to retrieve the locket and put it back in its case. I don’t want to have to keep killing innocent people like this, but I was chosen, so I must fulfill my duties.
By Isabella Gurley5 years ago in Fiction
Mixed Drinks
On Ladies nights in New Orleans, hundreds of single women flock to infamous Bourbon Street Bars in search of free drinks and hopefully meeting Mr. Right. Cheap drinks tend to bring out even cheaper men also on the prowl to find Mrs. Right Now. Copious amounts of well brand liquid courage can help turn seemingly innocent flirtations into a night of drunken sloppy sex which is a guaranteed nasty hangover covered in regret. The long walk of shame is time to reflect on what happened and vow to never partake in such festivities at least until the following week. This is exactly what Patrick is counting on. Patrick is an attractive male in his early thirties, extremely charming and loves to take advantage of drunk girls. He calls himself the Bushwolfe. He knows ever bartender in the French Quarter but never hits the same one during the same week. He prides himself on how many virgins he has banged and is a local legend amongst all the frat houses at Tulane. He's the worst kind of predator because everyone loves him and no one can seem to resist him. Until tonight.
By Katniss Forevergreen5 years ago in Fiction
Keepsakes
Keepsakes, things that we hold dear to us, that are given to us or that we find, something that holds meaning, love and memories, I kept things over the years that I liked or found special, but none compared to the one keepsake that I was given one day when I needed it the most.
By Kristina RICHARDSON5 years ago in Fiction
Shards
The endless asphalt crumbled beneath her feet. She kept moving. The desert wind stirred the hardpan into a maelstrom of grit. Still she kept moving. The sun baked the water from her pores, and her emaciated limbs ached with each step, and the carrion birds marked her passage with their greedy beaks at the ready for the day that finally she fell – but she kept moving. For all the world was a tomb, and it consumed those who sat idle.
By Terrence Hart5 years ago in Fiction
THE LAST WALTZ
Well, that is odd, I thought to myself. Amid the rubble and debris, the remaining shell-shocked population shambling about in despair, there it was, the only thing visible with any real shape, substance, or meaning. I froze momentarily from rummaging thru the debris of a burnt-out house looking for any morsel of food or something resembling it. I brushed the tangled mop of unwashed hair away from my face with my tattered gloved hand. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. And yet it wasn’t the first time, nor the second. For weeks I had noticed it. Recently the occasions seemed to be happening more frequently For an instant, I was awash in memories of another time and place, a happier time, a simpler place. I was jolted back to my current reality by the insistent growling in my stomach and the noisy approach of others on the same search as I was. The crazed look in their eyes as they scrambled over piles of broken concrete and shattered dreams hurried me along with the few unlabeled cans I managed to find.
By Jill Hampton James5 years ago in Fiction
Ravagers and Reapers
Ophelia wanted nothing more than to have the heart of the most eligible bachelor, Dante Hales. He was tall, dirty blond hair, striking blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. In these earth shattering times, he’s one of the only men her age. Ever since the Outbreak, half of humanity is gone. The Outbreak was caused by a horrible biohazardous substance that was added into a soda pop, Shoppa’Pops, everyone thinks it was added on purpose by some lunatic.
By Tahsys Merrill5 years ago in Fiction
Her Final Voyage
There was a time where she remembered looking up to the sky and seeing the world as it used to be. Bright blue pools of wonder dancing with life and imagination, clouds twisting into various shapes while she and her sister lay in a field of green. The days were long and full of hope, everything seemed possible then.
By Cameron Hegler5 years ago in Fiction
Dear Diary.....
Dear Diary………. Its March, the weather here is so unpredictable. Freezing temperatures one minute and then scalding hot the next. We are adjusting though. The artificial gardens are producing fresh vegetables, and we are adjusting to the artificial proteins in our diet. I have not been feeling myself. I have been keeping with the strict sleeping schedule. But the fatigue is slowly wearing on me. I have a slight tickle in the back of my throat. I keep clearing it, but that is about it. Adjusting to this new climate and atmosphere is harder than I thought. I spoke to Ken the other day; he is one of the “elders” here. Nice guy. He has a great sense of humor and makes me laugh. It has been a long time since I have laughed. We have all come so far, and yet still so far to go. Private documentation is not allowed here. Only the “elders” are allowed to supervise documentation for the colony. But with everything going on, I can’t help but feel that an “non-doctored” documentation should exist, somewhere at least. So, I’ll keep this hidden, along with a few things I brought with me. My lucky rabbits foot, a picture of my parents with my sister, and of course most important my heart shaped locket…………..
By Danielle Shoemaker5 years ago in Fiction
Queens and Drones
Once we accepted that virtually all problems throughout history were caused by a necessary evil, we understood that we must maintain the necessary part, but eliminate the evil. That is why men will only be sustained for procreation. After that, they serve no useful purpose and must be eliminated. Only by doing this can we create a society that works together for the good of everyone. --The Book of the First Queens
By Antonella Di Minni5 years ago in Fiction
