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just here to observe
“Dani.” She turned to see the commander leaning out of his office door. “Yes, sir?” She wondered if he was finally going to settle the long-standing debate of her going out into the field. He swiveled his head to invite her inside his office. The door had almost closed before she reached it, but he held it open with his knuckles. His face was turned away from her as she pushed the door in, careful not to smack him in the face.
By Jillian Rivera5 years ago in Fiction
Due South
Day 6811 The Southedge shifted South 3.4 meters. The Northedge shifted South 3.4 meters. I wake up at the Southedge and hack at the frozen ground until it lets loose. My daughter packs the bedrolls. Rollers bring buckets down from the Northedge with hot earth and growth and I pray as they mix under my fingers. I plant my ten seeds, ten sprouts, ten saplings, and ten fruitlings neatly in the thawing ground. I look around to see my sisters doing the same.
By Michael Valdez5 years ago in Fiction
The Real Doctor of The Hanging City
“Guns an’ sex an’ ‘explosions an’ drugs an’ noise…. feckin’ loud noise. That’s how my bloody weekend went. And wing shark testosterin’ can’t forget that shite. Can still feel the feckin` bruise from the needle. That cunt Billy told me it’d be like nothin’ and ‘ere I am cupping my damn balls like they ain’t bloody attached no more. Sorry if you were expecting something different, Doc, but that’s how she wrote it.”
By William Newbigging5 years ago in Fiction
Wilson's Trailhead
The keening whir of a quadcopter sounded in the distance. A sentinel. Maia stood obediently, lifting the back of her wrist to her forehead in a salute that displayed the UV tattoo on her inner arm. The drone approached and scanned her. A green light flashed as her tattoo was confirmed to match her tracking chip.
By Penny Fuller5 years ago in Fiction
Lilly
She stood there staring at the rubble. The world around her now grey, barely any color. She began sifting through piles; not really sure what she was looking for. She stood up, sighed and glanced over – the partial sun reaching out a small beam hitting on an object; she walked over to find a heart-shaped locket peeking out of some charred paper. She bent down to pick it up; it was engraved “To my sweet Lilly, Love Dad.”
By Kari Kinzle5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Man
A wrinkled, thin, and strong hand gripped a large heart-shaped locket. The Locket nestled nicely into the palm of the woman's hand. Its once brilliant silver surface was now tarnished from over a hundred years of abuse--much like she was. The silver chain that was once complete was now incomplete--the gaps held together with string. Her memories were the same. Memories that were once clear and vivid seemed like dreams. Some were lost like the parts of this chain. But the missing pieces were filled in by the string of the ragged journal in front of her...penned by her own hand. She read to remember as much as possible for as long as possible. The world needed to remember. She read the words again. "I am Rin, and I saved the World...."
By Rick Collins5 years ago in Fiction
Annabelle's Locket
No one knew who the corpse was, all anyone could say for certain was that they were an annabelle. Though even that had raised some doubts over the years, for anyone could place a heart shaped locket on a corpse and shout “hey, see that morty!? See that locket around their neck!? They must be an annabelle!” They had no ID, or a corporate identity code tattooed on their ear, so the narrative of this person being some worthless annabelle was easy to believe; plus they had no dental records, and a DNA test gave similar results.
By Carter Vezina5 years ago in Fiction
Infection
In an abandoned city, left behind in a world once blooming with life, a gasp is heard from a far distance. As the darkening red clouds cover the dawning of the sun, we're introduced to a dark haired male, hunched over a grassy field. 'Damn' he coughed, his golden brown eyes empty of life, “is it over?", he asks himself as he lifts his head towards the looming sky. As the crows begin to caw in the distance, he stumbles onto the ground. A gentle breeze picks up as he gathers himself. He knew he didn't have much time left. Bracing himself for the pain, he turns his body to his side and tries to lift himself up from the grass. A loud grunt erupts from his lips as pain shoots down his spine. A heart shaped locket falls from his pocket as he falls back onto the ground. "Fuck" he thought, as the gut wrenching screeches grow louder...
By Patience Hackney5 years ago in Fiction
The New American Colonies
Stagnate air flowed into Alex’s room as the industrial air filter kicked back on, the loud hum audible throughout the entire complex. She took a deep breath, letting the air settle heavily on her lungs as she thumbed her locket, the blessing that she was outside of the radiation zone not being lost on her. She looked over the heart shaped locket intently, knowing she couldn’t let anyone find out that she had precious metals on her person. After all, the government could find a better use for it, and the best rations were rewarded to anyone who turned in a traitor of the state. Yet in spite of the risks she would not lose her mother’s locket again; it was all she had to remember her by. So she planned to put it somewhere safe, somewhere only she would be able to reach and was protected by the same system that sought to take it: the overworld. As a respected member of the recon division, and with her paranoid leader David only trusting his hand picked crew, they got liberties in the overworld they were denied in the colony. And upon asking for help David was more than happy to set a “spontaneous recon test” for that same day. He only asked that Alex be the one to pick up the filters for the team, with a cunning wink.
By Jameson Rodabaugh5 years ago in Fiction
The Zax
I don’t know how long it’d been since they’d stopped chasing me. Not that it mattered, running is all I know anymore. I can’t stop now. They’ve broken me. They changed me. My mind is- wrong somehow. I have trouble focusing on any particular idea. The one thing I remember clearly is a picture book Mom used to read me, The Zax by Dr. Seuss.
By K. Rhen Hunt5 years ago in Fiction
