Fantasy
Casket
Arms tied behind my back, I’m escorted to a lonely … box … it seems. It’s a room, but literally just an empty, cubed structure already built deep into the ground. A lonely candle sits in the center, already lit. They untie my aching arms, and then I’m thrown into this box-room that will be shut airtight in the immediate future. My feet hit so hard I practically feel the splinters of the wood enter my feet. They throw another piece of plywood over the opening that I was thrown through and quickly nail it shut.
By Dustin Bennett5 years ago in Fiction
When they came
I don't remember much of what my life was like before they came. I’ve been in this bunker for such a long time that the memory of what the sun felt like is fading away. There is however a memory that will forever be seared into my brain, that would be the day they came. I was nineteen at the time in a class looking out the window just wanting the day to end, when suddenly there was a sound that seemed to emerge from the sky. This sound was terrifying and it would be like the celestial trumpets described in the biblical apocalypse. Every hair on my neck was standing up to attention, I was scared, glued to my seat, I turned to my professor for some sort of reassurance but when I looked in her eyes all I saw was pure unadulterated fear. Suddenly the lights in the classroom went out and everything was pitch black. I remember looking in the direction of the window I had been staring out of and all I saw was darkness, there were screams of terror all around me and I was beginning to panic. I could not see anyone or distinguish any voice. I was just petrified; this has always been my biggest fear, being in total darkness. And just as I was getting ready to curl up in a ball the lights came back on. I looked in the direction of the window and the sky was red, the sun was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly we all got up in unison and headed towards the parking lot to our cars. I got into my car and locked my doors. Suddenly I heard a voice calling my name. This voice sounded familiar but at the same time it sounded unnatural. I used my rear view mirror and I remember seeing my grandmother, I refused to open the door though because whatever that thing was it certainly was not her. It had hollow pitch black eyes. I remember just igniting the car and driving away in the distance I could hear a horrible screeching. In the rearview mirror I saw a grey shadow-like creature. I held on to the heart shaped locket around my neck and sped home. As soon as I got to the driveway I ran into my home. There I found my family, they all had a wild look in their eyes, they were gathered looking at the news, there was a video of a gray shadow dragging people away. The broadcast was warning against approaching “people” calling your name. The journalist said “Not everything is what it seems”
By Aida Sanchez5 years ago in Fiction
Bumbles Magic
Bumbles Magic Bumbles loved doing his magic for children. In fact magic could only be done with children because children believed. Without belief, there was no magic. Adults were generally cynical and didn’t believe in magic. That is why adults were entertained with tricks, instead of magic.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
Senseless
Everything is different now- ever since They took over. They were the ultimate sufferers in the previous world, the abused, the neglected, and the stepped on. They rose up as a group, all at once, globally. It was incredible in the darkest of ways. If it weren’t for the new “Senseless Rules” that They put into place I think that a lot of their ideals honestly have the best of intentions.
By Jackson Duneier5 years ago in Fiction
The Attack
Maesyn Mercia lay awake in bed, fiddling with the gold, heart shaped locket around her neck; her thoughts on the last words her mother spoke to her. “Don’t trust them”, she had said as she pressed the locket into Maesyn’s hand. She had never seen her mother or father again after that night. They had gone with the men in suits who had knocked on their door. Maesyn’s mother had told her and Jamie to hide until they were gone and not to try and follow them. Maesyn glanced up at the bed above her where her little brother slept.
By Hilary Dettorre5 years ago in Fiction
The Mark of The Locket
They called themselves the Locket League, and at first the alliteration wasn’t doing them any favors. We laughed, even as we huddled in the fractured shadows of skyscrapers and foraged in the parks for wildlife that hadn’t lived there since even before The Cataclysm. There weren’t many of them, a handful of people in robes that looked like they were running late for a LARP, but their voices were loud. Promises rang out over the dejected ears of the squalid folk in the city. Promises of prosperity, of homes made of more than tattered plastic and rusted out vans. Most importantly, promises of power.
By Perry Fiero5 years ago in Fiction
Doppelganger
DOPPELGANGER I heard a scream, a screeching of brakes, voices that were yelling in alarm, but dulled by the throbbing in my ears, then I knew no more. The yellow sedan that had hit me as I crossed the street finally came to a halt over my prostrate form.
By Crispian Deacon5 years ago in Fiction
