Young Adult

Into the Wastelands
Start writing..... Zander It’s so hard to breathe. I’ve felt pain before but nothing like this. It’s like someone has stuck a white hot iron rod down my throat. I haven’t had food in three days and I just finished the last bit of my water yesterday, it was windy and one of the hottest days yet. I try focusing on sitting up but I’m so disoriented it takes me forever just to get my hands under my shoulders to push myself up off the red dirt. As my head stops spinning I notice I’m inside of a culvert.
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By Makenzie Fox5 years ago in Fiction
Oasis Key
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By Kora Greenwood5 years ago in Fiction
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By Dean Floyd5 years ago in Fiction
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By Samuel Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Abort
I feel moisture build-up on my brow bone as each heavy step takes me closer to the medical unit. My heart beats heavy and everything inside of me screams to turn around or run. Guard’s eyes lining the walls land on me. My chest clenches and I find it harder to breathe. I begin motions I have taken countless times. I stand in line until it's finally my turn. I reach my arm out until I hear the beep indicating the barcode was scanned. I am handed a key card by a woman behind the counter. I walk through the door and wait until the guard returns from around the corner where the last girl was escorted. He tightly grips my arm and my knees begin to feel shaky and weak. I change quickly into a thin cloth nightgown and sit on the bed waiting. I clench my eyes shut and hold back tears. Click. Click. Click. A pair of heels come closer to my room and all I can do is beg them to pass me and keep going down the hall. They don't. My teeth plant into the inside of my cheek and I don't stop until I taste blood. The woman comes in. Today she is wearing a long black skirt and heels. A blue button-down and her dark brown hair is pulled back in a tight bun. Her eyes scan over me and she pulls her attention to the clipboard. Following her into the room are two guards and four nurses. She pulls gloves over her hands and grabs my arm. She scans the barcode with her device and spends a few seconds staring at the screen. She looks up at my face. Her lips are pulled into a straight line. Her skin is pale and pasty and her nose is long and thin with a bump that’s visible when looking at her from the side. Her eyes are dark and lifeless. She glances at the nurses, “Let's begin.” A nurse walks forward and roughly plunges a needle into my arm. They inject a light blue substance and it feels like ice under my skin. My head feels woozy. The woman looks at the guards and nods. I open my mouth to protest but they are already on either side of me. I am dragged to the other room connected to this one. My legs go weak and fall behind me. They open the door to the long glass cylinder tube, reaching the ceiling. I am pushed inside and the door is sealed. The doctor passes gas masks around, standing behind computers. All eyes on me. I hear over the intercom “Place the mask on.” In a cold, sharp voice. I gulp and tears sting my face and with shaky hands unhook a gas mask from the wall and place it over my face. “No, please.” The words spill out of my mouth quietly as I see her hand read up and motion with two fingers. I hear air rush in before I feel it. Instantly my skin turns to a pit of hell. A scream explodes from deep inside of my chest. My legs give out and I hit the floor, dark yellow gas consumes me. I feel my stomach turn and I begin throwing up. I look at my arms as my curdling screams are drowned by vomit that has filled my mask. They are each growing with blisters. Some the size of my palm. The remaining skin is filled with a red, sinful rash. Stabbing agony devours me and the corners of my eyes go fuzzy before everything goes black.
By Brookeivy5 years ago in Fiction
Rust
The salty ocean water rots all things, even humans. It turns us rough and deformed. People say in the beginning the ocean was all there was, that it is where we came from. The ocean was just reclaiming what was hers when she decided to submerge us once more.
By Blanca Nino5 years ago in Fiction
Traffic
“It’s done!” I said, screaming from across the street during rush hour traffic. An MTA bus drove past and I saw Sire standing with his fists at his side. The light turned green, he walked in front of a speeding yellow buggy car that abruptly pressed its brakes, and the driver honked. Sire stuck his middle finger up, held his hand out to the other side of busy traffic as if he was some important figure in the United States. He reached the sidewalk I was releasing my tears on, grabbed me by the shoulder, and stared at me in my eyes. “Ari, what do you mean it’s done?” His hand wasn’t welcoming on my shoulder, I felt my skin tightening and if he were to remove his pressure it would look like a sun-dried grape. I said, “I don’t have to explain anything to you.” He looked away from me, observing the traffic, there was a jam at the intersection where there was this school bus, mail truck, and a few taxis going in opposite directions. He looked back at me again, I was sniffling trying to hold back my tears, thinking about whether I should curse him out or walk away silently. Then, he said after exhaling a breath, “It won’t happen again.”
By Ashley Nicole Bourne5 years ago in Fiction
I Miss You
The sky, for once, looked beautiful, and Alessa couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the sick irony of it being that way. It was pink, purple, orange, blue, and so many more colors that she hadn't seen since the war started. And, of course, the day the sky decided to be pretty again was the day she would die.
By Alaia Shannon5 years ago in Fiction
The No Doze Cafe
Everyone had some kind of super power. When you hit puberty, you had to declare what your power was and it's printed on your drivers license when you get it, like needing contacts or glasses to drive. These powers range anywhere from teleportation to invisibility and everything in between.
By H.C Harper5 years ago in Fiction
Summer
It was a hazy late summer day. Leon stood in the field under the beating sun, the tall grasses brushing against his face. He felt the earth baked hard as rock under his feet. It was too hot to be out. All the grown-ups were inside, lounging lazily about, draping themselves over couches and chairs. Leon didn’t mind the heat, but he was alone outside, in a huge empty stillness that really wasn’t still because of the constant droning of the cicadas. He went back to the house, his feet padding lightly on the uneven ground. In front, the hounds lay in dusty depressions they had dug in the hard-packed earth. Up on the porch, the men sat drinking hot, black coffee in the shade of the sagging roof. Min sat on the front steps, drawing in a jade-colored notebook. She had nothing to do now that Jack was lying upstairs in a dark room with a bandage wrapped around his head. None of the other children were in sight.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
One Season
I only read about a time when something called seasons existed. Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall. That's what they called them. Now, it was always just Winter. It was always just cold. The type of cold that gets into your bones. This cold, we were used to. The ground always hard. and covered with snow. The sky, infinitely gray. Smoke from fires to keep warm filled our noses. Our bodies weighed down with layers and layers of cloth to protect us out in The Elements.
By EJ Flynn5 years ago in Fiction