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Rush
Chapter Two The new guy The next two weeks leading up to the big night merge together. Between soccer, homecoming court practice, and spirit week, it is all just chaotic. It's finally Thursday, and homecoming is tomorrow. As I walk to chemistry, my last class of the day, I begin to get the eerie feeling that someone is watching me again. Glancing over my shoulder, I see the creepy guy from the parking lot walking behind me! Here. In the hallway of my school. I take the long way around in an effort to lose him, and by the second turn he is gone. Rounding the third corner, but still looking over my shoulder, I collide face to chest with a brick wall. "Oh babe, I am so sorry!" It's my brick wall, my sweet Leo. "Are you okay Myah? What are you doing over here? Don’t you have Chem right now?"
By Dominique Stedge5 years ago in Fiction
My Last Days
ENTRY #1 If you’re reading this, there’s a good chance I’m dead, or maybe just gone. I wish I could tell you what I mean by “gone”, but I have no idea what happens to the ones who disappear. I found this empty notebook at the last house I visited, so I’ve decided to start keeping a log, or a diary of sorts, in the hope that if someone finds it, they’ll have an idea what’s happened. Not that I even know what happened, but I’ll do my best to explain.
By Kevin McMechan5 years ago in Fiction
Hearts Broken Open
Faint golden rays break over the half standing remains of ruins, the ruins of unfinished foundations from a time before the "uplifting". Back when people crowded in and around and through, monuments of stone and glass and metal, endlessly paying reverence and tithe to their gods of falsehood and decadence, their gods that depressed them and oppressed them. Their gods that gave them scarcity and they celebrated for "having" while truly lacking; their gods that gave them addiction and they celebrated for "feeling" while seeking after numbness; their gods that gave them death and they celebrated for "living" if you could in fact call it that. That was how "she" painted them.
By Asheton Torry5 years ago in Fiction
dystopian daydream
Day One: It skitters across my walls in some sort of a jerking and fluid motion. All arms and legs in fully mechanized posturings. It’s ceaseless whirring is hissing through my brain hitting raw nerves. Already unhinged, I fought off the idea that the thing was stalking me, and only me. We were informed yesterday that these things would be the new and constant presence in our homes.
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Fiction
Two of Hearts
Star A heart shaped locket and a letter was all his fiance had left, the letter held only 2 words ‘I’m sorry’. Nothing had felt real after Kai had found them waiting on the bar downstairs. He was at a loss for what to do, how to continue on without the fiance who still held a deathgrip on his heart. His mother had always warned him against courting the kind of folk who traveled from settlement to settlement. ‘They have a bedmate at every stop, they’ll never settle down’ she had warned, but Kai hadn’t listened. He’d fallen deeply in love with a captain of one of the airships who brought supplies to the settlement he’d come to call home.
By Jace Hilbert5 years ago in Fiction
Bansko
Purgatory again. The clinical, unimaginative expanse between worlds. Somehow airport terminals all take on the same form all over the world. Some more decadent than others, but still unimaginative. I like to think this is for a reason, that they manifest themselves as a precursor to the experience of a new country, acting as a mental palette cleanser that washes away the unpleasantries that lead up to your departure. Regardless, I found myself here again. Slightly melancholic and uncertain how to feel about my return to Scotland, I absent-mindedly observed the comings and goings of its temporary inhabitants, as they made their way to and from various destinations around the globe. My mind drifted back to the beginning of my trip to Bulgaria. I revisited the slideshow in my mind, replaying a condensed highlight reel of events. Suddenly I found myself back on my departing flight from Edinburgh to Sophia.
By Jamie McLean5 years ago in Fiction
In Twilight After
In Twilight After A short story by James Kiehle He wondered: Am I the only one left? Sitting cross-legged in mud, Russ Perry held his daughter’s heart-shaped locket up against the ominous sun, watching light dance on engraved metal, the luminous ballet hypnotically transporting his jagged mind from this time and place back to before the—what was it? A war? A mistake? A prelude of the coming hard new reality.
By James Kiehle5 years ago in Fiction
Deep South, Keep Running
Waking from my nightmare, just to fall back into the same one when I was a child, was horrifying enough. Living every day through one, just to wake into the same one the next morning, with no hope for change, is far more unbearable. I find myself longing for the night terrors of my childhood to replace what atrocities the world today offers each morning. At least, then, I could eventually sleep. I remember very clearly the day that it all began.
By Star Besio-Sharp5 years ago in Fiction
