Short Story
The Past We Won't Forget
Nestled on a tree covered mountain side was the quaint little cabin I was born in. I was named Brianna after my grandmother who died when I was only three. She was remembered for something that I didn’t quite understand, she was known as the survivor. Any time I asked what my elders meant they grew quiet and promised I would understand after the trial. The trial was something everyone in the village did when they came to the age of fourteen. The fourteen year old was told to walk the gray forbidden path till they found the past, with them the silver heart-shaped locket ‘the survivor’ took with her on her journeys. My four older brothers all went and came back acting like the elders, knowing of the well kept secret. This year was my turn and I couldn’t be more excited for my birthday.
By Destiny Hughes5 years ago in Fiction
Talk Of The Town...
There's a town on Florida's west coast that you've won't ever know about. Individuals that grow up there never escape. The ones that show up there, do as such to kick the bucket. You may confuse it's anything but a nursing home turned out badly, paradise's lounge area maybe.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Fiction
LOCKET WITH A 'P'
LOCKET WITH A ‘P’ “OPEN UP! POLICE!” Dayquan knew what was coming next and that the door wouldn’t hold, even with all three locks engaged. While his mind raced over options of what to say to them when they burst in, he couldn’t take his eyes off the now blood-soaked locket in his hand.. which had delivered anything but the good luck he thought it would.
By Leroy Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
Father
The day dawns darkly, as the days always did. Megalomaniacal autocrats with big red buttons made sure of that, leaving the sky a nuclear-born haze that blocked out the sun. Chris sits on the edge of his bed in the semi-darkness with his head in his hands. The blaring of the alarm clock continues uninterrupted for a minute, and drowns out the nothing in his head. Finally, rubbing his face, Chris sits upright and deliberately pushes the button silencing the alarm. The hum of the generator replaces it, but only serves to underline the quiet of his mind. He doesn’t bother to turn on the light.
By Coral Weigel5 years ago in Fiction
After
She eased herself down onto the formed plastic, her bare skin breaking out in gooseflesh. Teeth grit against the aching cold, she unfurled the body suit and found the feet. Ignoring the hiss of her partner’s own discomfit, she slid her toes inside the slippers and pulled the supple material up, slipping her arms in with practised efficiency. She stood as the suit sutured closed at the nape of her neck, attaching automatically with the sub-dermal neodymium implants. She glanced at her partner, himself standing now too.
By John Riley5 years ago in Fiction
Thirsty
Thirsty.docx 1 / 2 Thirsty By Tawny Moody The Colorado River Basin from Wyoming to Mexico had truly become THE VALLEY in THE SHADOW OF DEATH. Jason, Jamie and Buddy grew up there and adapted in order to survive it. They were only toddlers when the economy crashed in the west. The trio never knew the neon lights and tourist filled extravagant nights of the Bellagio Fountain times. As teens Las Vegas Blvd is where they went to lose their virginity, drink their first beer and throw roof top bon fire bashes. The city was occupied by those who were too poor to pay their way through Idaho and buy their way into Canada. Congress abandoned the Basin and everything west of it. When their parents could not pay the Exodus Tax their United States citizenship was revoked. Buddy and Jamie’s Moms got jobs in the prison as intake administrators. They greeted new arrivals, had the privilege of collecting and recording their personal property and filling it away. Jason’s dad was the head of the strongest prison gang. He compensated Buddy’s mom well for raising Jason. Buddy’s mom was his number one mule. She could smuggle anything. She rarely had to. She just funneled the incoming personal property into Jason’s dads’ cell. The privately owned prison was the wests only source of revenue. It housed the Easts worst offenders and all the wests’ offenders. They received more money for each prisoner per year than they paid their top 2 employees combined. Nobody fought for higher wages out of fear they’d be let go and lose their only water source. The prison was the only way to access water legally. The trio, Now in their early 30’s were all wanted for GTA. Grand Theft AQUA. They loved outlaw life. They knew that desert valley better than any bounty hunter or hired henchman.
By Tawny Moody5 years ago in Fiction
The Investigation
October 31st, 2021 8 PM - The team has assembled, they are hyped up and ready to roll. Our tech specialist this evening is Kamila Holm, she'll be holed up in the van to monitor the equipment from a safe place while we do what we do. If we don't get much for activity, I may attempt to scare her to liven things up a bit. The youngest member of this ragtag investigation team Karl Omis and his older brother Theo Omis are set to make history with me, Ikara Thumbling as we set out to prove and document the impossible.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)5 years ago in Fiction
In the Red
I always thought of space as dark. The truth is, when you get sucked into the void by the will of God, there’s a lot of light. It’s just so far away. Thousands upon millions of little white dots, and colourful galaxies in the distance. They’re all blues and greens and purples, and they’re all so, so far away. I float untethered through the middle. Although I suppose it could be the edges, for all I know. I can’t tell and it burns a hole in my brain. I try not to think about it.
By Blake Smith5 years ago in Fiction
