Fantasy
Deep South, Keep Running
Waking from my nightmare, just to fall back into the same one when I was a child, was horrifying enough. Living every day through one, just to wake into the same one the next morning, with no hope for change, is far more unbearable. I find myself longing for the night terrors of my childhood to replace what atrocities the world today offers each morning. At least, then, I could eventually sleep. I remember very clearly the day that it all began.
By Star Besio-Sharp5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Mission to the Vandals
I swallowed the heart-shaped locket without a sliver of hesitation. The Vandals encircled me like grotesque effigies, sunken eyes gleaming within druidic headdresses of petrified flesh and bone. They rifled through my possessions in silence – the Southern Vandals had long lost their capacity for speech in the Great Undoing. Speculation ranged from industrial solvent abuse to mass vaporization of the vocal cords via atomic shockwave. The truth, however, remained elusive. Even voiceless, they were a people dreaded for their wanton brutality.
By J. M. Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Tar Sands Monster
Heavy haul driver Ron Ross got a nasty surprise on the job today and was lucky to walk away in one piece. After receiving a load from the shovel he began driving back down to the wall to unload, when he heard a very loud banging noise coming from the back of the truck.
By Mark O'Neill5 years ago in Fiction
IRONY
Myra wept, clutching a heart shaped locket to her breast. Tears had become a way of life for her these past weeks. Tears were her daily companions, especially the tears of irony. Irony that she was here on the ferry dock in Seattle while her family was on a small island ten miles away, so close, yet impossibly far. Irony that she was away from the home she and her husband had chosen as their “bug in” location. Irony that she had come to fill her trailer with supplies on the very day of the event.
By CJ Flannery5 years ago in Fiction
PUNK As...
Chapter One They are taking their time killing her. She feels her life slowly slipping away as they work up and down her body with their boots. It would have been embarrassing if it wasn't so depressing. She was going to die in a back alley on this stupid world all because she let her guard down. She thought she was safe here, that they couldn't travel. Or at least they weren't able to pass themselves off as human well enough for the transition to be worth making.
By Richard Marcus5 years ago in Fiction
The fairy of the roses
It was the time of the trees and they ruled over the natural world ,tall and proud their leaves would get lost in between the clouds.The great canopies that were so vast ,that only a few rays of sunlight were able to touch the ground and warm the small bodies if the fairies and creatures alike , resources were scarce and the only way to survive was to become a massive tree.
By Debilyan Melendez5 years ago in Fiction
Silence and Repetition
I couldn’t believe how stupid I had been. I had one job, to find something useful, food, clothing, clean water, but all I had found was a stupid, old, golden heart shaped locket that wouldn’t even open. I wasn’t even sure why it was still clutched in my hand, like a rosary, while I shuffled my way back home before the darkness set in and all the world would be quiet and black, save for the moon and sparsely lit candles. Our home was tucked away in a small field surround by sage brush and pine trees, an old ranger cabin in the middle of nowhere. As I approached my home I could see dark grey billowing smoke at a distance that seemed too close for comfort, someone had let their fire get out of control. I shoved the locket into my pocket before opening the door to home.
By Sara Goodsell5 years ago in Fiction
