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Every Man a King
Our patrol through the Red Zone started off quiet and uneventful. We stayed spread out around our truck, just in case a Syndicalist threw a satchel charge or fire bomb into the middle of us. Every man had his rifle at the ready and his eyes watching the windows.
By Caleb Lunsford5 years ago in Fiction
Lunar Eclipse
It all stopped working. The planes, cars, phones, everything. They said it was the moon, the scientists. Or, at least they did, before they died. It isn’t just them though, it’s everybody. Everybody is dead; I don’t know why. Why They all died, or why I didn’t die. Nobody knew what was happening and I still don’t. The only thing we knew was that nothing was working and everybody was going crazy. I don’t just mean from stress I mean crazy. Like something clicked in their brain and they just went psycho. For a while people were being put into asylums, but eventually they ran out of space. Or, they just went crazy themselves. It’s still a mystery how they died. One day all of the screaming just stopped; it was so quiet. It only took a month and everybody was gone. There was a lunar eclipse that night; it was so beautiful. I was sitting outside looking at it when a tiny rock fell onto my lap. I assumed it may have been an asteroid that didn’t quite make it, but I kept it. I held onto it until I went inside for the rest of the night. I placed it in my pocket and searched for something to put it in. Eventually, I found a heart shaped locket and put it in there. I still wear it to this day. Everytime I take it off I get a horrible head ache. I don’t really know why, but I’ve decided not to question it. I mean, it keeps me alive, right? This all happened a year ago. I still lie awake at night wondering. Wondering how and why it happened. I may not ever get my answer, but that may be for the best. I like to think to myself that I’m some sort of superhuman. I have these special powers that made me immune to whatever happened. Even though I know it’s not quite true, it’s comforting. You kind of start going crazy after being alone for so long. I still wonder why the scientists said it was the moon. I mean how could the moon cause the end of the world? It’s a giant floating rock. I guess we’ll never know now. I would try to look at their notes but I doubt I’d get anything out of it. I’ve never been the best at science. Anyway, the moon has slowly been coming closer, so has the sun. Not very much but just enough that it’s noticeable. The moon never lost its red tint either. It still creeps me out a little bit but I’ve gotten used to it. And it’s been getting hotter. Not like bipolar weather, I mean there’s not even much snow in the winter. If there’s any at all. It’s like they’re both magnets slowly being dragged towards each other but in slow motion. I fear that maybe one day the moon will crash into Earth or it will be burnt to a crisp by the sun, maybe even both. It’s not an irrational fear, they're both very much possible. I just wish it wasn’t. Sometimes, at night, my necklace will pull in the direction of the moon. It's like a magnetic pull, like I said the sun and moon are doing. It’s super cool, I think. It’s gotten a little bit stronger though. Ever since the moon got closer. One night I woke up not being able to breathe. The necklace was being pulled so tight I had a red mark on my neck the next morning. I had to move my bed to the other wall so it would stop choking me. I wonder what would happen if I let it go. If I just took it off and let it get pulled away. I wonder if I’ll die, or if the moon will give me mercy. I guess we won’t know until it happens. I might as well try.
By Kaiya Haney5 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow
The note inside the small purple felt bag had said “We’re heading south, you know where we’ll be”. He wiped away the sweat as it was rolling down from his temple and hoped he would find something to drink soon. His mouth felt as dry as the dusty dirt roads he was walking. Even now, in the dark of night, August in Alabama offered little relief from the heat. “At least there was a full moon out” he said aloud to himself “should make it easier to cross these fields.” With a deep breath, he took in his surrounding one more time and started walking.
By Jeanie Middleton5 years ago in Fiction
Trinkets
I love to collect the things that once were. My home filled with the trinkets and memories from those who have passed. From the beginning of their clock, all the way to the end of their time. I have collected the odds and ends of what humans have created. Not really of great importance for anyone, but in my defense, I had nothing better to do.
By Joseph Peel5 years ago in Fiction
He is more than my life ...!
Love is something that always makes you think. There will be no one who does not fall in love. It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post. One can find a love story in this area. I was in the twelfth grade then. My family is a very strict family. They would never let me out anywhere. It was a rare thing that left me in Duson. I will go to Duson in the evening. Then one day my favorite song rang from someone's phone. I love listening to that song. Then I don't know everything about downloading and listening to the song. I looked back when the song sounded like a ring tone on his phone ...! If someone sees us we will look at the opposite or not .. as well as he, why did she look at me like this. But I didn’t take it too seriously ... once again I saw him on the bus. Even then his cell phone rang the song on that quiet bus .. I saw him .. I looked back at him. He looked at me too. Alas ... I returned shyly. I saw a small smile on my face with one glance as if I was ashamed. When I went to Duson on a beautiful evening, he stood by the side of a tea shop and called me Hey baby ... they would call me baby at home ... I suddenly came back .. but he called ... it was a little baby .. .I ran away screaming that he had found my craziness too ... He was the first familiar person in my life so all night long his memories ... dreams .. chased me out of sleep ... If I look at everything on the bus from where he sits, I will stand like I know. I would look in the bus mirror and see his face .. It continued every day .. One day the perfect meeting on the bus .. The situation where he was standing nearby ... That was the day even on Valentine's Day .. He asked for my bag. I gave too. That night when I opened my bag there was a greeting card in it. It threw me off ... on the one hand it was happiness .. but I was afraid of what to do if someone saw me at home. Also, this experience is new ... The next day I took the card and gave it to him angrily .... He parted it and smiled away, I was happy .. Because, I wrote Me Too in it ... Our love continued ... He understood me so much .. To him He was afraid of theft and could only speak four words. Then he got a job abroad. He will come to a certain bus only on Friday ... I think it will be the time to talk to him ... because it is a very close time. I did not have a cell phone then .... I did not talk to him every day ... I only see him on Friday nights ... I will rush to catch that bus .. It is a pleasure for me .. Even if I do not see him for a week there will be great suffering. Knows his hometown .. Knows about family. But I did not see anything in person .. I did not seem to check whether what he said was true ... He would buy me a gift every week ... I would look at it and give it to him. I asked how everything is possible in marriage ... I said I see .. I did not speak again .. I told all my friends about this .. They said stupid love .. They said without talking ... How without looking .... But exactly eight When he married me a year later ... my friends' faces did not flinch ....!
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu5 years ago in Fiction
Smood Day
Five years ago Earth had this pandemic it caused havoc throughout the world enabling many to lose their jobs homes even access to public places grocery stores, libraries, train stations air ports were all empty and marked as contaminated. Due to the economic drop many people were forced out of their homes to live on the street with their bare menials to become a member of what is known as Tent City. The tent city is a place where the financially unfortunate locals of the community band together to support one another in the unprecedent time of disaster when extra care is needed.
By LaShonda Odom5 years ago in Fiction
A dead world
I woke up to ashes falling on me like snow. How long have I been laying here? The ringing in my ears made it difficult to remember why I was laying there, but not impossible. I remembered taking the cloth off of my face to take a drink from my canteen. I remembered thinking I was shot, and falling to the ground onto the glass from the shattered windows above me. They never really took aim. They just kind of... Shot. Which is pretty fucking stupid if you ask me, not like they're making any more bullets.
By Court White5 years ago in Fiction
The Chop Shop Part 1
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. "Mr. Lewis, it is the first of the month. You can't dodge me forever." Bradley Lewis, 31, sits upright on the couch. He pushes his hair off his face. Bradley makes his way to the door as his young daughter makes her way out of her bedroom rubbing her eyes.
By Reel Vibes5 years ago in Fiction
Not on my new carpet...
Turning, I strode to the doors of the chapel and cast them open. It was close to noon, the street leading to my little church was empty. The main street some ways away was busy enough, for a Tuesday. It all seemed..... wrong. Boss fights were supposed to happen in the middle of the night shrouded in darkness that lent to the monsters' power with rain pelting the hero making things all the more difficult.
By I.T.O. Tails5 years ago in Fiction
Fetal Possession
“You’re pregnant!” For recently married couple Dina and Dean Rawlings, this was century-worth headlining news. It honestly came as more of a relief rather a shock or pleasant surprise, given how long they tried, and many minutes later, looking at trees and houses whip by from the passenger seat, Dina was ecstatic. She was overwhelmed with joy. After all the tests, after those almost idiotic “try-at-home” methods, they were finally starting a family.
By JacobForrester5 years ago in Fiction
