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Captain Rydian of the Human Galactic Unit
We were silent. I paced the basement floor, thinking. The room was lit by a couple rows of lights along the ceiling. Boxes on boxes sat in stacks around the room while large pieces of equipment sat towards the back. The only way in was the secret elevator I installed from my room on the second floor. My own handiwork. Couldn't risk anyone finding their way down there.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
Not Quite Time, Not Quite Space
Precipitation like the inhabitants of Humbleville had never seen drenched verdant earth and cast a darkened shadow over the farmland, both the dirt and paved roads, the downtown with its storefronts and bronze statue, the new subdivision, the old subdivision, the trailer park, and the lone school. All were inside and even the cats without a human home to claim rushed for cover, leaving the lonely bronze statue of Samantha John to watch over her home. Far into Humbleville, where the summer thicket gives way to unmanaged farmland, a forgotten barn from a time when Samantha John was just a child hosts the sudden reappearance of Emma Mota. The barn’s shedding scarlet paint with pinholes made by BB gun bullets from decades of target practice did nothing to speak of what was inside.
By M. J. Luke5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 26
It’s three in the morning and I am awake. But this is my new normal. These hours that used to be spent calming a crying child are now vacant spaces for a childless mother. Here, I am always awake. I try to sleep, hoping to escape this nightmare, knowing that nothing that my unconscious mind could think up would ever be worse than what I am living. But my body and conscious mind won’t cooperate.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
The Summer My Father Died Pt 1
After attending his father’s funeral service, Morgan and his family returned to the family farmhouse. The farm had been in the family for decades and passed down to Morgan. However, he did not want to move back to his hometown of Kansas City, Missouri nor have anything to do with a farm that had not been in use for over twenty years.
By ROSA n JAMES5 years ago in Fiction
Outhouse
A falcon soared regally through the air. The morning sun warmed its feathers. Banking to the left, the falcon perched on top of a decrepit, red barn. It cocked its head, detecting a noise inside. Hopping to the ledge, it peered into the dirty window. Light pierced the darkness, giving way to two figures inside. A woman brushed the blonde hair of her daughter, singing a soft melody. A shadow appeared underneath the entrance to the barn, listening to the sweet sound. After a moment, a man unlocked the door and entered the room. The woman stopped singing, giving him a disapproving look. Locking the door behind himself, the man placed two bowls of food down on the floor. He had brown hair and wore all black, a golden eye symbol on the sleeves of his jacket.
By Adam Jones5 years ago in Fiction
