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Two Hearts
It was a bright, sunny Monday when Rhianna's life changed forever... Rhianna was sitting in class, idly tapping her pencil on her notebook. The clock ticked down the seconds until the end of the day. Why did Mondays always take so loooong??? Finally..
By Tamara Carlson5 years ago in Fiction
Sirens
It’s been all but quiet in my head since I’ve finally learned the truth about the Great Wave that happened fifty years ago. My parents refused to spare any details with me, for I was not born then and they thought I shouldn’t bother myself with such long forgotten knowledge. However, my grandma, after a few weeks of persuasion from my part, finally caved in. I was now listening closely to the story, how it all begun and how it all ended. It made my skin crawl just thinking about the people that died in pain and away from their families over the span of five years. “You see Jorah, it started as a simple virus, people were taking ill one after the other, but we never lost hope that we would see the end of it”, my grandmother said, looking thoughtful into the distance. She then proceeded to elaborate what could only seem like a government plot ripped out of the pages of the books she always told me she read as a child. Schemes over schemes, nation after nation losing their people over this Great Wave as we call it now. When I asked about its name, the only answer was “It begun like a wave that takes form safely at a great distance from the shore and ended up crashing violently onto the beaches and washing away thousands and thousands of people who believed were safe from its reach”. No one could pin point the exact location of its birth and nobody really knew when it was done craving for human flesh. There are still a few among us who live in fear, almost expecting for the next tide to come ashore and wipe up entire nations all over again – we call them Sirens, for they are more comfortable in the water then on land, but I’ve never seen them. As for the rest of us, life has slowly gained its normalcy, or so I’ve been told.
By eternal_sun5 years ago in Fiction
Decay
When one sense is taken away, the other senses become sharper to compensate. What about when they're all taken from you? Hello? I’m just talking out loud. I mean, not really talking. But my thoughts… my thoughts are all I have left. My thoughts. My memories. Visions of my past. Do you know how difficult it is to build a solid vision from memory? Do you remember what you did three days ago? Do you remember what the lobby of the bank looks like? I mean exactly? Do you remember what color your toothbrush was? Memories are fleeting. They just fall away. Crumble. Why don’t I remember more? It’s getting harder. But, I find that by organizing my favorite memories into folders and saying them out loud, I’m able to hold on to them.
By Ryan North5 years ago in Fiction
Up from the Depths
The passageways of the Wilmington, Delaware sewer system smelled of decaying plants. With glints of light covered by translucent plastic throughout the place where the insects could not squeeze through, Maury Kindred, 28, ran as fast as he could. Above ground, the incessant hum of the cicadas had multiplied and the insects covered every piece of land. Humans did not have to worry about being bitten or stung, but they avoided being suffocated by retreating underground into the sewers. The Delawareans had survived for fifty years as the cicadas overtook rural areas, suburbs, and the city.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
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
