Love
A New Love
Dawn broke over the metallic horizon. Glimmering, shiny landscapes as far as the eye can see. For all intents and purposes, our city was paradise after the apocalypse. I looked out my apartment window staring at the endless beauty across the horizon. My mind and eyes were focused on our piece of Eden we had in a dying world… my heart however was bleeding. A small silver locket in a shape of a stylized heart from the old world sat in my hand. I tried ridding her of my mind, but my heart prevented it from happening...
By Sean Stewart5 years ago in Fiction
Locked Memories
Henry lights up a cigarette in the outskirts of Bourbon Street in New Orleans, he sighs as he witnesses day by day that this place, he’s lived in for almost a decade is finally sinking. His wife, Lila who is suffering from severe depression has done nothing but the usual: wake up, eat, sleep, and repeat. They have been married for about twelve years, but no children. It’s been a dream that they get to live by the French Quarter where they can share their common enjoyments like jazz music and the constant vibrant nightlife that it’s known for. Henry was a long-time civil engineer for a small company located in New Jersey where he met Lila. She was just an admin when he started out, they bumped into each other in the break room then the rest turned to history.
By Christina Chantharavongsa5 years ago in Fiction
Paper kites
Looking down I can't believe it. Frantically searching, digging, weeding, and then searching again. I can feel my heart beat increase and that intense hot constriction of my trachea. you know the one. When you feel like you will asphyxiate. The one that comes when panic rises, tears flow, and hearts break.
By Terah Jamison5 years ago in Fiction
I am old
I am old now with my story coming to an end. I remember a time when flowers bloomed, and the days unfolded with birds and blue skies, but those days are gone now it is too hot to go outside. The birds have long burned, and the blue skies are hot with fire. The ones that survived have been through the height of trauma but the ones that remember are the ones doomed. Times are different people survive. I received my locket today. My fate is but days away.
By Page Neihoff5 years ago in Fiction
Adam's Doomsday Diary
Day 2,099. A Tuesday. I always thought beginnings were tough, I never really thought about endings. I was nineteen then. Took a year off a schooling to “find myself”, little did I know that I would have so much more time to find who I really am. Adam. I hate my name. Nobody ever uses it. I hate being here. I hate being alive. I always thought that people back then were unlucky. I’m the unlucky one. Why am I still here? The last person, if you can even call them that, I saw was 48 days ago. I wish I was taken even then. I’m not even sure it’s Tuesday. I look down at my heart-shaped locket. I WISH I DIDN’T MAKE IT THIS FAR!
By Adam Starr5 years ago in Fiction
Bridal Gift
It was common knowledge that the Smiths and the Wardens hated each other. This was what Elisha Warden reflected on as he picked his way over the ancient debris. Despite being surrounded by relics of a bygone age, rife with risk and reward, his family’s feud was what occupied Eli’s head.
By Hayden Dillard5 years ago in Fiction
Developing a Taste for Coffee
He hadn’t been there forever. He wasn’t like most people in the town, where their ancestors settled in the town and the family never left. He had arrived the winter before last in a modest carriage drawn by a horse that wasn’t anything to brag about. It was clear that even though he was from the big city near them, Coremont, he didn’t necessarily make big city money. His brown tweed jacket was worn and had a small hold in the left shoulder, something that could have been fixed if he had the time to do so, and he hadn’t bought a house when he moved into the small town of Darley. Instead, he converted the lab of the previous doctor that was above the office into a small apartment.
By Madelyn HIx5 years ago in Fiction
