Young Adult
The Shift
16 years ago With breath ridged, and heart pounding she races through the woods, clutching the golden heart locket to her chest. She jumps a log, ducks under a low hanging pine branch, and sneaks a peek behind herself to see if she is being followed. When she see's nothing she ducks behind a choke cherry bush. It's sharp thorn's gash her clothes and gouge her dark skin. As she looks over the bush, she spots the beams of flashlights bobbing up and down the path. Her hands search the ground for a stone, her hand grasps a small flat one.
By Alexander Washington5 years ago in Fiction
The Silent
I don’t remember the silencing. The day when sound was stripped from our world. I am told, however, that it began with an echo. It didn’t hurt at first. No, at first it was so quiet that those who heard it wondered if they were hearing anything at all. That was until the echo changed to a ringing so loud it felt like your head would split open.
By Courtney Mayo5 years ago in Fiction
Without A Day's End
When Josie awoke, a peculiar feeling stirred her through and through. The night was pitched in darkness and the silence was deafening. Not the stridulating of the smallest insect did she hear. On the farm, she would often awaken during the night to the sound of the crickets chirping their monotonous anthem. It was an unsettling feeling that arose from the sheer quietude, so much so that she compelled herself to strip back the bedsheets and inspect the house. The house was engulfed in the same blackness, but this did not disturb Josie. It was 12:30 in the morning and it would be stranger if the lights were on than off. She minced through the house on tiptoes and out the front door, onto the porch. The air was motionless and the starlight scarcely exposed the outlines of the trees. The street lights were off and the buzzing of the telephone lines was faint. Back inside, Josie poured a glass of water and climbed the stairs. She crawled back into bed and drifted off to sleep.
By Jonah Blue Krell5 years ago in Fiction
3, 2, 1.
Shiloh ran the emerald grass between her neatly painted fingers and toes, marveling at how soft it felt and how, until this moment, she had never noticed it was just so comfortable on the skin. It had never crossed her mind to simply lay in a patch of freshly cut grass before. She took in a deep breath inhaling the scent of nearby dandelions and honeysuckle. When was the last time she got to just relax like this?
By MYKAH CHRISTINE WILLIAMS5 years ago in Fiction
Locket of Power
Running as swiftly and calculated as she could trying to make as little noise as possible Zakkiyah could hear the bloodhounds gaining on her. She glanced down to her side to see if it was still there. It was! The Golden handled Kamakura onyx plated Katana was still strapped to her side safe and secure. She bent the corner into a dimly lit alley. She could see the dingy green dumpster. At this point she was faced with the decision to hide hoping they’d pass by or keep running to get the locket embedded Katana to safety.
By Ameerah Baht5 years ago in Fiction
Agnes’s Agony
Somber excitement filled her heart as she placed supplies in a backpack: food, extra clothes, water, first aid kit, a little love note tucked into the toiletry bag. Tomorrow her love of 24 years would leave for a dangerous journey. Sleep did not come easy and when it did her dreams were filled with blood and gore.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Fiction
Hearts and Riddles
It changed the way your heart beat. Alex’s dad Harvey gave them this ugly necklace right before he died. His heart exploded. Well it didn’t exactly explode. It started beating really fast and just sort of popped. They were with him when he died. Some hearts beat too fast and just exploded like Alex’s dad’s. Others slowed to the point of stopping. They were calling it the Arrhythmia Virus or AV for short.
By Corrine Hathaway5 years ago in Fiction
