Fantasy
The World Has Grown Silent
It’s been 3 years since I’ve last seen my mother. All I have left of her is my great-great grandmother’s gold heart-shaped locket. The one she always told me to wear, but I refused because I saw it as tacky and old. I never thought that now I would hold it so dear and pray that one day I would survive long enough to give it to children of my own.
By Imani Lehte5 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts of the Shattered
Emmaline stood at the corner of the forest. She stood on the side that many dared not wander. The “dark space” most survivors called it. Emmaline called it a sanctuary; she called it home. The forest was the one place she could be herself. She wasn’t judged or defined by her appearance. For when she left the edge of the dark and stepped into the bright sun, others would judge her. Emmaline was a survivor, one of the Ravaged, within death proximity to “the blast” that changed the world. The immense radiation caused millions of deaths, and those that survived had to fight for life. For in the dark, the monsters hid—those who were altered and deformed by the effects. But Emmaline had a saving grace. Her “picture perfect” solution, she called it. It was a locket. To anyone else, it looked like a dingy, scuffed up, dime-store find. But to Emmaline, it allowed her the ability to walk among the “regs” without being judged. You see, those that were close to the blast were the targets. The Leaders wanted to eliminate a particular population for they disagreed with the lives they led.
By Cailin Cortner5 years ago in Fiction
Light through Shadows
We knew it was coming. We knew it was inevitable. And yet... None of us knew what would happen after. Would we live on and find paradise? Rise from the ashes like a Phoenix, continuing with our daily lives like nothing happened? Or would everything just... stop? No life, no light or darkness. Nothingness.
By Karissa King5 years ago in Fiction
Journey Ch. 2 Pt. 2
Argus explained that she would start her studies about the history of mystic and the kingdom in the morning and left the room with a bow. She walked over to the window and looked out to see the lushness of a world untouched by the technology of hers. Winding rivers and birds soaring. They must be atop a mountain because the view was expansive. She could see miles out towards a range of mountains that were topped with snow guarding the horizon. The small villages in the distance were the only thing breaking the forest, appearing like islands in a vast ocean of green. The sprawling rivers disappeared and reappeared around the trees and hills with intertwining roads paved in a grey stone. The view was breathtaking, she could stare for hours and find new things wherever she looked. She turned around to see the hooded man she met in the dungeon standing just by her door. Startled, she backed up to the window.
By Damian Pires5 years ago in Fiction
Journey Ch. 2 Pt. 1
Chapter 2 Part. 1 When she awoke that morning she couldn’t help but feel excited, after all she felt like she was in a dream. She giggled to herself as she turned towards the gleaming light coming from the stone window to her right. She excitedly sat up, her wispy golden hair wrapping around her face and stood up stretching her hands into the air. The weather was cool and perfect with a breeze blowing into the room. She walked over to the mirror in the corner of the room to look at herself. The person in the mirror was almost a stranger. She barely recognized herself, with her blonde hair, blue eyes and delicate features being very different from her image from her past life. This world had magic, magic that she had only heard in the stories of her home. She felt that no matter the time that passed she didn’t know if she would ever get used to this.
By Damian Pires5 years ago in Fiction
Human Heist
I swept the musty basement for the 3rd time this evening. Not allowed to go upstairs on account of the Lamia Ball that Master Dorian was hosting, I had little else to do. As I swept, I daydreamed of the way life must have been before the age of night. I imagined my mother and father picnicking on the beach, the sun glinting off of the water as they enjoyed wine and fruit. I missed the sunlight more than anything else that the nightwalkers had taken away. I longed for the warmth that it had once provided, but it had been ripped from my life so long ago, I was not even sure I remembered the feeling correctly.
By Kailey Cutbirth 5 years ago in Fiction
The Camp
A visit from one of the Ministers was coming soon. Keiji had told himself he would not see another. But worse than that, he had promised Brianna that she wouldn’t, either. With this impending visit, he knew his guilt would soon add another broken promise to its weight. There was no mistaking the signs, however. Patrols had been increasing for four days in a row. Extra guards were easily spotted in the towers and along the walls. And the constant roar of helicopters and planes above left no doubt.
By Eric Abney5 years ago in Fiction
Life Skills
It was only a couple of hours into the dinner party, and Rebecca already knew that this one had been a terrible idea. Alex, Caitlyn and Jed were friends from university, and they hadn’t seen each other for a while. Rebecca had already lost count of the amount of times that the phrase ‘can you even remember when we were all in the same place at the same time?’ had been uttered. It was longer than any of them could guess.
By Sian Summers5 years ago in Fiction
