Short Story
The Heart of The World
The Kingdom Has Fallen! We are at the mercy of those aligned with the Kingdom. We are but a small band of outcasts who have chosen not to conform to the rules of the realm. The rulers seek us for our conspiracy. We are relegated to hiding amongst the debris of destroyed buildings in the midst of decaying corpses scattered among the fallen concrete. Rebels are we, alluding the leaders that have forced their ideals on unsuspecting citizens. We refused to be hypnotized by their summons of power, forced edicts, liberties, imagined created wars, and control of our bodies. The Supremacists have designed a universe based on their own notorious greed. We are driven into madness! Our band of outlaws must run! They must not capture a single one of us! This minute number of us are the caretakers of life. We are driven by the secret that we carry among us. We take turns concealing the little silver heart shaped locket on our bodies camouflaged by our hair and flesh. This gift we choose to steal from the Principality of the Kingdom. This is an unappreciated gift that is misunderstood by those who rule. Put into their hands to be misused is not an option. The precious heart shaped locket holding in its interior the truth, love, breath, and water of life. The locket is our last grasp of control over destruction by those immersed in their own self possession of power. The silver heart shaped locket is the heart of the universe, the last link to survival. Shaped into a heart because the locket is the heart of our world and contains our life essence. Too long has the heart of the world been unfastened from its podium, laid aside to tarnish. Now the rivers are no longer flowing and the "so called" superiors are discerning the possibility of their broken thinking. The are beginning to realize the little silver locket robbed blatantly from their possession was not just a beautiful piece of jewelry to be worn without understanding the impact of its worth. Are they deciphering that it had properties beyond their fragment of comprehension? We this small group of twenty know this and are willing to protect the infinite value of our necklace with our lives. We understand this silver shining object ties us to the Creator of all things. This is the purpose of our flight, why we run in earnest to prevent our silver medal from entering the hands of those that would darken it and use it to gain knowledge beyond their capacity to use it wisely. In the wrong hands it would not be a source of resusitation but one of further destruction.
By Pamela Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Day 365
march 5th, 2021- Bonnie, here again, I know normally I write in you at the end of the day, to tell you about all the "wonders" that have happened but today will be like any other day... Lets just get this entry over with... I know assumptions are not the right path to be on but writing the same things day in and day out is starting to seem pointless. This diary seems to of kept me sane thus far, but its helpful effects seem to be wearing off.
By Artist For Sanity5 years ago in Fiction
Two Hearts
It was a bright, sunny Monday when Rhianna's life changed forever... Rhianna was sitting in class, idly tapping her pencil on her notebook. The clock ticked down the seconds until the end of the day. Why did Mondays always take so loooong??? Finally..
By Tamara Carlson5 years ago in Fiction
Up from the Depths
The passageways of the Wilmington, Delaware sewer system smelled of decaying plants. With glints of light covered by translucent plastic throughout the place where the insects could not squeeze through, Maury Kindred, 28, ran as fast as he could. Above ground, the incessant hum of the cicadas had multiplied and the insects covered every piece of land. Humans did not have to worry about being bitten or stung, but they avoided being suffocated by retreating underground into the sewers. The Delawareans had survived for fifty years as the cicadas overtook rural areas, suburbs, and the city.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
Lunar Eclipse
It all stopped working. The planes, cars, phones, everything. They said it was the moon, the scientists. Or, at least they did, before they died. It isn’t just them though, it’s everybody. Everybody is dead; I don’t know why. Why They all died, or why I didn’t die. Nobody knew what was happening and I still don’t. The only thing we knew was that nothing was working and everybody was going crazy. I don’t just mean from stress I mean crazy. Like something clicked in their brain and they just went psycho. For a while people were being put into asylums, but eventually they ran out of space. Or, they just went crazy themselves. It’s still a mystery how they died. One day all of the screaming just stopped; it was so quiet. It only took a month and everybody was gone. There was a lunar eclipse that night; it was so beautiful. I was sitting outside looking at it when a tiny rock fell onto my lap. I assumed it may have been an asteroid that didn’t quite make it, but I kept it. I held onto it until I went inside for the rest of the night. I placed it in my pocket and searched for something to put it in. Eventually, I found a heart shaped locket and put it in there. I still wear it to this day. Everytime I take it off I get a horrible head ache. I don’t really know why, but I’ve decided not to question it. I mean, it keeps me alive, right? This all happened a year ago. I still lie awake at night wondering. Wondering how and why it happened. I may not ever get my answer, but that may be for the best. I like to think to myself that I’m some sort of superhuman. I have these special powers that made me immune to whatever happened. Even though I know it’s not quite true, it’s comforting. You kind of start going crazy after being alone for so long. I still wonder why the scientists said it was the moon. I mean how could the moon cause the end of the world? It’s a giant floating rock. I guess we’ll never know now. I would try to look at their notes but I doubt I’d get anything out of it. I’ve never been the best at science. Anyway, the moon has slowly been coming closer, so has the sun. Not very much but just enough that it’s noticeable. The moon never lost its red tint either. It still creeps me out a little bit but I’ve gotten used to it. And it’s been getting hotter. Not like bipolar weather, I mean there’s not even much snow in the winter. If there’s any at all. It’s like they’re both magnets slowly being dragged towards each other but in slow motion. I fear that maybe one day the moon will crash into Earth or it will be burnt to a crisp by the sun, maybe even both. It’s not an irrational fear, they're both very much possible. I just wish it wasn’t. Sometimes, at night, my necklace will pull in the direction of the moon. It's like a magnetic pull, like I said the sun and moon are doing. It’s super cool, I think. It’s gotten a little bit stronger though. Ever since the moon got closer. One night I woke up not being able to breathe. The necklace was being pulled so tight I had a red mark on my neck the next morning. I had to move my bed to the other wall so it would stop choking me. I wonder what would happen if I let it go. If I just took it off and let it get pulled away. I wonder if I’ll die, or if the moon will give me mercy. I guess we won’t know until it happens. I might as well try.
By Kaiya Haney5 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow
The note inside the small purple felt bag had said “We’re heading south, you know where we’ll be”. He wiped away the sweat as it was rolling down from his temple and hoped he would find something to drink soon. His mouth felt as dry as the dusty dirt roads he was walking. Even now, in the dark of night, August in Alabama offered little relief from the heat. “At least there was a full moon out” he said aloud to himself “should make it easier to cross these fields.” With a deep breath, he took in his surrounding one more time and started walking.
By Jeanie Middleton5 years ago in Fiction
Trinkets
I love to collect the things that once were. My home filled with the trinkets and memories from those who have passed. From the beginning of their clock, all the way to the end of their time. I have collected the odds and ends of what humans have created. Not really of great importance for anyone, but in my defense, I had nothing better to do.
By Joseph Peel5 years ago in Fiction
