Series
The Oppressed Siren
2093 It was almost nightfall and Anthony was in a hurry to reach his home. “Please be green, please be green” he muttered to himself as he turned onto a street with traffic lights. Normally white men weren’t meant to work in the half hour before sunset but his boss had made him stay to help finish inventory so no one had to do any overtime. As luck would have it of course, the one day he only had 10 minutes to drive home, he was getting stuck in every bit of traffic. Thankfully for Anthony, the traffic lights turned green as he approached them, go straight through and turn into his driveway. As soon as he turned off his car, he heard the siren go off. He had made it just in time, any white man now seen not on his property would be sent to prison for a 6 month minimum sentence, no matter their ‘excuse' unless he had a signed letter from The Enforcers in his pocket. The restrictions that had tightened meant there was no longer a valid reason without that letter unless First Responders had been called and were assisting you. 67 Years Earlier
By Racquel Jayne Thow5 years ago in Fiction
The Polaroid Picture
The words had left her lips with ease, and they were carried across the room with the joy in her voice. Time itself seemed to slow as I watched those nine simple words reach my ears, and cause me to question everything I had ever known. This must be some kind of mistake, I thought; but the longer my eyes lingered on the photo in front of us, the less sure I became of anything. How the photo had made its way to me, I wasn't sure of, either; all I knew is that it appeared at the bottom of a brown, paper-covered box.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Fiction
Day 1 "Of Mice and Men"
ACT I CHLOE and DAVID wait by the mailbox for their carpool to arrive and bring them to their first day of High School at Northern Oak Public. David looks a bit shaken by Chloe’s edgy hairstyle and change of fashion. He glances over and she makes eye contact.
By Kyle Major5 years ago in Fiction
The Convent Affair
Trapped in a convent for girls in Southern Ireland in-the-midst of World War Two where the abuse of the nuns and the carnage I endured had weighed on my thin bony shoulders. The foul whipping was nothing compared to what came next. I was finishing up my cleaning chores when I heard screaming. It was raining heavily. I squinted as I tried to see through a window. The rain hit the glass, smearing it with condensation. I heard a screeching yell. I picked up the candle and opened the heavy black steel door. I peered outside. Quietness greeted me except for the prattling of the rain hitting the ground. I shivered as cold wetness fell onto my face. I wanted to see what was going on so I grabbed some black wellingtons that belonged to the nuns and fetched a torch.
By Denise Larkin5 years ago in Fiction
Kandy
Sweets were most children and teenagers favorite to eat. No matter the season or time of day in Glow Valle young folks walked around town with something sweet in their mouth, hands or lunch pales. Hutch was no different; his beloved choice was chocolate cake. Like many minors in Glow Valle he visited Kandy Gal on a regular basis.
By Maunalokelani Kirkwood5 years ago in Fiction
CYCLE II
In a white lab secluded from the outside world, a teenage African-American girl spends her days alone. Countless hours without a moment's rest, her days seamlessly overlap. The quiet stillness in the air would have anyone mad, but not her as she is determined—driven, like someone with the weight of the world on their shoulders. Her name tag reads, "Dr. Julia Torquinn."
By A. W. Knowland5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 28
I pull up to the address and look out my window at what is decidedly not a luxury apartment complex. The entire block is covered in the concrete blocks of a mega storage facility. This can’t be the right place. Did Beth get the address wrong? Did I read her writing correctly? I change a few of the more illegible letters of the street name on my phone but come up with nothing in the area. This has to be the right street. And there is nothing else on it but industrial buildings. But I’m not willing to let go of this possible lead. Tucker could still have come here. Someone might know something. I park the car just outside the front gate and head towards the small shopfront with the word ‘Sales Office’ stenciled in large block letters above the window.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
Best Served Cold
I opened my eyes. The wind was so cold that it stung. It was a full blown blizzard out here, wherever here was. I trembled uncontrollably. I held my arms close to my body and tried rubbing them to give me warmth, but this only offered the most temporary of comforts.
By Saint St.James5 years ago in Fiction
The Forever Land Chapter 3
What time is it? Where am I? All I can hear is the labored breathing of my lungs and the stiffness in all the muscles of my body. Why can't I breath properly? I hear the beeping of the heart monitor, but I don't recall being brought to the hospital. It's quite a feat to open up my eyes. I feel better having them closed. Still, I need to see where I am. They flutter open briefly, but close once again. It takes up too much energy. I finally gain enough strength to open up my eyes.
By Kacey Lovesick5 years ago in Fiction
