Young Adult
The Catalyst
It was such a simple thing, the Catalyst. It had been found by a Drifter, someone as yet Unbound as a Worker, as they walked along a stretch of coastline, perhaps a little farther than was strictly allowed but not so far as to warrant severe punishment. It was found among the washed-up paraphernalia of eras long past, rusted yet still beautiful, barely a shimmer among the debris, and yet still wonderfully, implausibly found. The Finder did not know of its true value, and only thought it a pretty trinket, a not-quite-legal souvenir that they could show off and tell an embellished story about to their acquaintances. Though they, once Bound and scared of the consequences, passed it on, to one they knew that was fascinated by the past and its customs, and was willing to risk his end if ever They found out, just to understand why the world felt… wrong. He became known in The History as The Keeper.
By Ash Methven5 years ago in Fiction
The Raid on Skotos
Everything was Black, A sudden jolt awakens me from the darkness of slumber. Shouts echo off the interior of a C-L15 cargo plane named the stone. The plane was filled with what were once ordinary people. Now they were soldiers, rebels, after the Union of Skotos rose to power and conquered the free lands. Years passed before the people began revolt against this tyrannical Organization and everything it stood for. The mission we were on was simple, A covert cargo plane would fly over one of the Union of Skotos’ main trading points and air drop 50 soldiers right on top of them. We would be the first assault and most likely would not make it to see the sunrise. Every person aboard this plane was a volunteer and we knew the sacrifice we were making. Some of us have people to protect. Others have hopes and dreams they want to accomplish. The Union of Skotos’ slave trading put everything people had once wanted to live for in jeopardy, so it was time to shut them down once and for all. Me however I have a different reason for being here, one as old as time itself, revenge. I look down to the copper heart locket around my neck, inside is a picture of the love of my life. She was Taken by the Union of Skotos and killed. I would not let them get away with taking everything from me so when the time came, I volunteered for the rebels. A voice booms throughout the plane.
By Braedyn Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Drunk with Poppies
“Uh, Ari?” Upon hearing the uncertainty in his voice, her head snapped up at full attention. “What’s wrong?” she hissed, eyes darting in every direction while she moved to stand closer to him. Ari expected a murderous angel entirely but instead she found Beelzebub swaying and looking sheepishly down at her with a lazy smile.
By Mackenzie Summers5 years ago in Fiction
Remnant
This is my survival journal, through the 4 waves of pandemic, COVID-19 being the first in 2020 to this cancerous fourth wave crushing what remains of us less than two years later. Being in the remaining 10% of survivors, I might be someone worth listening to.
By Michael Lacey5 years ago in Fiction
Thump
Dee’s heart piece beat so hard she knew it would burst. The pounding in her chest started three weeks ago when she waved goodbye to Ms. River’s, and got worse as she watched her shuttle disappear into the atmosphere. Now Dee laid on Ms. Rivers laboratory floor, alone but for the starving or dead snakes, spiders, lizards and rodents she left in cages. The tube in her forearm link pushed fluid to her hinged fingers at rapid speed. She moaned at a particularly hard thrum, and felt one of her ribs splinter in her hand.
By Madeleine Bonneau5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
The locket is the only thing my father gave me. And he gave it to me the day that humanity’s world ended. We didn’t end with a bang – no aliens came falling from the sky, no volcanoes started blowing up beneath our feet, venting their molten fury to scorch us into heated nothing. No mad scientist rose with his insane inventions, only for it to blow up in his face. Nothing like the old movies and their paranoia. It just… fell apart.
By Zabou Claoue de Gohr5 years ago in Fiction
A Touch of the Ruthless
“You again,” Ellen said. About sixty yards away, in a tall pine to her right, perched on a white, gnarled branch that poked out like a broken bone, a hawk sat watching her. The bird was a beautiful bronze color, with tinges of blue in the tips of its wings. It stared fixedly at her in the morning quiet.
By Robert Hawes5 years ago in Fiction
A Vampire's Life - Part 1
4 July, 1600 The small fishing village was a lively place. Set along the northern coast of Prussia, in territory that the Romans had once called 'Germania', a couple of farms flanked it, and small merchant vessels lined the docks. The fishermen were out in their boats, hauling in their catches before the storm that was threatening the area struck. The sky was gray, filled with storm clouds heavy with rain, though it was not yet falling. Today was a special day in the village – it was Bastian Falkenrath's eleventh birthday and, as was typical of birthdays here, there was to be a big party.
By Bastian Falkenrath5 years ago in Fiction
