Young Adult
True Friends
When the virus first began to spread across the country it felt as though time stood still. Life as we knew it began to unravel, little by little. It’s funny how time works. In the movies there’s always that one big moment that changes everything. A crash, a flood, a fire, or some unfortunate event that completely alters the main character’s life forever. If this past year has taught me anything it’s that time is completely relative. That a virus sweeping over a nation throughout the course of a year can feel like a single summer, and a three day trip can sometimes feel like the course of an entire lifetime. What is it those tacky posters that hang in the offices of guidance counselors are always saying? “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey”. Well my journey didn’t include any crashes or floods. There were maybe a few fires, but they weren't crucial to the key plot points. No, my journey began with a year of tragedy and ended in three
By jiiya stubbs5 years ago in Fiction
Semicolon
‘Coward, coward, coward,’ he hissed, the noise harmonious with the sizzling of burning flesh. They weren’t in this village yet, but it was only a matter of hours. He’d seen already his friend, his Chloe, the video streamed live from someone at the cafe opposite her tattoo shop. The very place he’d received his own mark. The chains, the unnecessary brute force they used to take her. She must have done a cover-up for an undercover — surely she wasn’t reckless enough to still be drawing new ones? How they took her. It was only a matter of time. Were they identifying us by our sudden, unexplained burns, he thought, or our fresh, cover-up tattoos? The kippah even without the Star?
By Alex Roden5 years ago in Fiction
The Catalyst
It was such a simple thing, the Catalyst. It had been found by a Drifter, someone as yet Unbound as a Worker, as they walked along a stretch of coastline, perhaps a little farther than was strictly allowed but not so far as to warrant severe punishment. It was found among the washed-up paraphernalia of eras long past, rusted yet still beautiful, barely a shimmer among the debris, and yet still wonderfully, implausibly found. The Finder did not know of its true value, and only thought it a pretty trinket, a not-quite-legal souvenir that they could show off and tell an embellished story about to their acquaintances. Though they, once Bound and scared of the consequences, passed it on, to one they knew that was fascinated by the past and its customs, and was willing to risk his end if ever They found out, just to understand why the world felt… wrong. He became known in The History as The Keeper.
By Ash Methven5 years ago in Fiction
The Raid on Skotos
Everything was Black, A sudden jolt awakens me from the darkness of slumber. Shouts echo off the interior of a C-L15 cargo plane named the stone. The plane was filled with what were once ordinary people. Now they were soldiers, rebels, after the Union of Skotos rose to power and conquered the free lands. Years passed before the people began revolt against this tyrannical Organization and everything it stood for. The mission we were on was simple, A covert cargo plane would fly over one of the Union of Skotos’ main trading points and air drop 50 soldiers right on top of them. We would be the first assault and most likely would not make it to see the sunrise. Every person aboard this plane was a volunteer and we knew the sacrifice we were making. Some of us have people to protect. Others have hopes and dreams they want to accomplish. The Union of Skotos’ slave trading put everything people had once wanted to live for in jeopardy, so it was time to shut them down once and for all. Me however I have a different reason for being here, one as old as time itself, revenge. I look down to the copper heart locket around my neck, inside is a picture of the love of my life. She was Taken by the Union of Skotos and killed. I would not let them get away with taking everything from me so when the time came, I volunteered for the rebels. A voice booms throughout the plane.
By Braedyn Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Drunk with Poppies
“Uh, Ari?” Upon hearing the uncertainty in his voice, her head snapped up at full attention. “What’s wrong?” she hissed, eyes darting in every direction while she moved to stand closer to him. Ari expected a murderous angel entirely but instead she found Beelzebub swaying and looking sheepishly down at her with a lazy smile.
By Mackenzie Summers5 years ago in Fiction
Remnant
This is my survival journal, through the 4 waves of pandemic, COVID-19 being the first in 2020 to this cancerous fourth wave crushing what remains of us less than two years later. Being in the remaining 10% of survivors, I might be someone worth listening to.
By Michael Lacey5 years ago in Fiction
