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Comfort Thomas
That First Frozen Night The snow on Mount Desert Island was still more than two feet deep, with a covering that was crystallized into a hard sheet that crunched and cracked with every step. No one had passed this way all winter, and F. Red carefully tried to step into the trail made by Jacques-O. It was the back way to the farm.
By David Grebow3 years ago in Fiction
The Locksmith
The Locksmith The sound of gunfire faded as I pressed my back to the steel brace door. Darkness enveloped me, the blanket of night keeping me safe… for now. The uprising had started quickly and rapidly grown out of control, as was our aim. Yet, I knew it wouldn’t be long until they found me. They always found us eventually.
By Jodi Nicholls3 years ago in Fiction
Only Human
The building trembled lightly as another explosion echoed from the distance, causing the ceiling to cough out dust from between its crevices. Constantly and without fail, the alarm system’s buzz rang over and over again. Its loud persistent sound was rivalled only by the clearly spoken recording of a woman’s voice as it echoed through the room, “Warning, the city has been breached...”.
By J. R. Lowe3 years ago in Fiction
The Day of Judgement
"How long has it been, thirteen, no fourteen years now. The life in my eyes have flickered and have gone dim. The likely hood I will ever find him is gone, but whether it be passion or vengeance my feet keep marching. I've been asking myself for so long why I don’t just take the time and pray, but with the ever-growing question of, 'Why?' stops me in my tracks. Reality starts to set in, and the collapse of that very notion shelters me. My boy needs me and I, him, that's all there is to it." a deep silent voice spoke.
By Thomas Elizondo3 years ago in Fiction
Hum
Noon. Red coated train cars slowed across the worn metal tracks, pulling into Sapphire station. The world was now operated almost entirely by robots, so there were no human conductors monitoring the train routes. Everything was different for human life after traces of some unknown virus started seeping into things. The animals began acting strange, new portals opened up, and there was even more paranormal activity recorded. Everything was crooked, like a book that was slightly tilted on a shelf.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Fiction
The Pomegranate
The Panera Bread was on a cross street where a highway met residential back roads. It stood between a Pet Value and Anthony’s Pizza behind a roofed outdoor patio with a mosaic floor, and a fountain that people mistook for a wishing well. College students collected the pennies and nickels after dark, and stood around it after the Panera closed, shrouded in shadows like spirits waiting to cross into the underworld.
By Amanda Marrero3 years ago in Fiction
The Garbage Man
He moves through the barren streets on legs that refuse to give out, feet tapping on the pavement in uneven patterns of one, two, one…..two, onetwoonetwo, one, two. His excitement grows at each passing pile of waste, and he cannot help but be born again every time he finds a dirty old towel.
By Savannah Eve Henley-Rayve3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Optimist
The Man stepped into the ransacked store. Glass shards crunched beneath his worn boots. Like in most places he searched, the windows were all broken. He smelled the air. It was dry. No sickly sweet smell of death, or the distinct stench of animal droppings greeted him. He smiled, reaching into his back pocket and producing a worn leather journal. He drew the pencil safely tucked in its spine.
By Logan Watkins3 years ago in Fiction
The LOST
Jade says to the man,“Thats all she left me thats it. My mothers hart shaped locket she gave it to me before the world turned on its self. Just before everything went to hell. When they declared marshal law and the bombs went off we couldn't do much to save everyone just like that in a blink of a eye 45 precent of the world population is gone. Like a movie or something. Now we struggle to survive and try to make a new life for everyone. Then some scum like you comes and takes the only thing I have left from my mom. With everything happening you decide to try and hurt me even more. You follow me for 8 miles just to kick my ass and take the only thing I have left in this world of her. I already got to your friends the one with one eye, the guy with the tiger tattoo, and the other one well lets just say he’s not going to be found any time soon. The one eye guy he can’t see or feel now. The tiger tattoo keeps everything in my bag safe because its my new backpack, thank god he wanted a back tat. Now your turn mister leader I could care less what your name is or why you decide to attack me. What you took from me is the reason I’m here, the reason I still walk this waste land, and the reason why your life is bout to be cut short. You even took my food. Now I will show you the pain that you showed me. The pain that left me heart broken. Now you are going to die but its up to you to decide if its fast or slow. I only ask you this question one time where is my mothers locket?”
By Richard Ballard3 years ago in Fiction