Fantasy
THE LADY IN THE BEACH HOUSE
I never knew what to think of doomsday, the end of the world, or what it all meant. Many stories have been written about the end of times, a life beyond, fantasy, science fiction, and I never understood dystopia until I got a job as a toll collector on the beach. The first time that I had seen the ocean, I was in awe, amazed, and lost in its infinity. I knew that this was where I wanted to be. It all began one day when I had met a woman, Labella. She was tall, thin, and very attractive. She wore a long beach dress which flowed in the wind. She was laden in dangling earrings, necklaces, and rings on all of her fingers. She lived in a large house on the beach which resembled a castle.
By Alfred Jendrasik5 years ago in Fiction
Catch Me
Tessa Faye couldn’t stop her body or her heart from plummeting to the dark waters below strewn with jagged rocks. Her auburn hair flew up around her face as she closed her eyes and prayed for someone to save her. She knew no one would save her, but that didn’t stop her from sending out a prayer to any deity that would hear her out. As her silent prayers reached out to the high heavens, she grasped the rosary around her neck and clutched it for dear life for the first time in her life. Tessa wasn’t a religious girl, but at this moment she was willing to believe in anything to save herself.
By Ashley Whitehead5 years ago in Fiction
The Visitors
I remember the day they came. At first we were greeted with kindness, under the guise that they wanted to study our planet, learn our ways, become friends. We trusted them after time, and our planet was thriving as the visitors taught us their ways. I remember the day they brought their priests, teaching us new religions and “science”. Before that time, we lived in total harmony with our planet and our creator, who often visited us. But their kind words and smiles fooled us. We were led away from the love and care we held for our old ways. We gave it all up in order to become what they called “enlightened”. As they taught us, there were ones that dissented and questioned the visitors. They warned of what could come about with abandoning our creator and our reverence for the things made by her hand. At first we did not believe it; how could these visitors hurt us after years of cohabitation? Slowly, the warnings quieted, and as I look back now I am ashamed that we did not notice the slow but steady silencing of those speaking out. How could we have been so blind to not notice our own kind being brought down until there was no one left that questioned the visitors?
By Megan Strawderman5 years ago in Fiction
Godless
God. It was a town like any other town despite the holy nomenclature. I guess I thought I would always be safe here. The tree lined streets of suburbia. The quiet security of pristine picket fences. The low population and crime rate. It was not until the summer of 2024 when the world was on a brink of change. My son and I watched the news but no one knew what would happen at that time; including myself. Nothing could touch us in our tiny town. We were sleepy and quant and that big city stuff just did not happen here. We watched as the monuments to the errors of the past were destroyed so no one could remember but it was best to forget anyways. Order was becoming obsolete to make way for tolerance of all things. It became everything was okay or nothing was. Society was geared for a shift and thanks to social media, pod casts, and news outlets everything just started to become okay; they were already setting the stage.
By Nicole Celencevicius5 years ago in Fiction
Voice Within The Silence
As I ran through the forest, the wet leaves slapped my face and body as the rain aggressively stabbed my skin. It felt like my ancestors were using the elements of the earth to express how disappointed and angry they were with me, I didn't blame them I felt like a fool myself. The skeletons had finally escaped from the closet, but they weren't mine, they were Ngozi's skeletons disguised as mine.
By Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke (Fadzo) 5 years ago in Fiction
From the Ashes
Dark, black clouds swirled in the sky in a rather sinister manner, and the wind howled, crying out shrilly. A rather fitting day for the events taking place on Earth at this time: At this moment in time, a man is travelling up a jagged body of rocks, placed strategically by nature. Steam rises up, from the hot springs, and wets the leg of this man. But these hot springs are not the kind you’d want to swim in, no. These hot springs are far too heated, and in a matter of seconds, you’d be disintegrated. These are the hot springs of Yellowstone, Wyoming. And they are fueled by the most terrifying volcano known to man: The Yellowstone Caldera, a super-volcano that has not erupted for hundreds of thousands of years. The man, travelling up the side of this monstrosity, is here to change that.
By Trenton Taylor5 years ago in Fiction
The Blood Alchemist, Chapter 1
Dusk was such a lovely time, the boundary between the tame day and the wild night. Not that the activities of the night didn't take place during the day, it's just no one cared to hide it anymore at night. The setting sun glistens off the river dividing Lautus from Azymus, shining as brightly as the polished white stones of Lautus in the distance.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
“Wouldn't That Be Nice”
I had a dream I went down Lincoln Road. I went to some kind of huge mansion and laid out tarps. I guess there were several floors. I went outside and sat on the grass. I guess we looked at the buildings across the street and imagined renting them. I eventually walked down the road and went to some kind of restaurant to pick up a order. I might have brought it back then forgot my salmon lock sandwich. I went inside and I thought the guy was joking with me. He reminded me of a past coworker. I saw what looked like some kind of frosty salmon locks but he handed me some kind of huge flat piece of bagel. It had nothing on it. I got upset but walked out anyways. Once outside the employee came running out and gave me another order. I guess it was a normal sized bagel to go with my over sized bagel bottom. I started walking home and they kept trying to cable out a crane cable or something. I eventually walked by a parking lot in Worcester. I guess I bought my green car there and traded it in. I saw several cars double parked with metal litter down the road. I guess the junk yard employee recognized me and came running after me. I saw some kind of car with a veteran plate drive by. I guess the junk yard guy gave me a set of wicked thin silver looking brass knuckles. We went into a building he managed or something and got a tour. I guess I saw a huge five foot by five foot rectangular block of green stone on a thirty or forty degree shelf. The stone was cut on the corner starting with a small missing triangle and lead up to a large missing corner triangle. It was hanging over the edge and engineered so it wouldn't fall. I saw a small tree in a pot next to it. I guess we got shown some kind of fire enclosure area before going outside. They mention some kind of company that had affiliations with a local lake commission. I saw hundreds of square stones with short grass growing up between the cracks. We walked under some kind of construction area and it looked like shit all over the ground. It looked dark under the edge of the building. I realized the material was mud once I stepped onto it. We eventually met a old guy that claimed to be a war hero. I guess someone did research and they said he wasn't the guy he claimed to be but someone else at the battle. They went on to talk about how some kind of psychologist with them was accused of doing experiments on people. They suggested the guy might have actually been the guy he claimed to be but with a brain transplant. We went to some kind of building and walked around. I guess it had the history of presidents. We eventually started to leave and said “too bad Lincoln wasn't still around to solve this veteran affair!” Just then a black security guard we vaguely noticed before said “Wouldn't that be nice.” I guess Morgan spent his life working in the building and barely got the attention he deserved. He handed us a heart shaped locket and I realized his hair looked exactly like george washington's hair. We went up into some kind of high part of the building. They talked about adding one more floor level but they couldn't solve the decorative stone problem. Someone with me pressed some area and it opened to a manhole cover in a street. They started talking about adding a couple floors, then they said they might as well build an entire building.
By Jeremiah Christian Obermeyer5 years ago in Fiction
