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Vera
The Collector peels open her lids as the beginnings of the morning light creep through the window slats. She drags a dirty hand down her face, stretching her legs and climbing out of her cot. Sand batters the sides of the railcar that she calls home, casting a smoky shade over the rising sun. She pulls on her worn leathers and too small boots, throwing a rifle over her shoulder before stepping out into the wastes.
By Kaitlyn Burnett3 years ago in Fiction
Freedom in a Landfill
We never believed it could happen to us. No one ever does. Not until they find themselves in the middle of real world horror. It’s strange how we all saw it coming, but either chose to ignore the signs, or genuinely believed something, someone, somewhere, would stop it — It couldn’t really happen in The United States of America for fucks sake. It was a gradual dissent into a situation we often read about in history books, but in 2045? That just wasn’t possible.
By Rii Pierce3 years ago in Fiction
Why did you kill me dear
a movie on TV .. in which the hero is a magician .. spreading cards, taking candy from the side, rabbits and pigeons from the book... splitting her in two, sticking again .. amazing magician .. this movie did not impress Akhilesh so much in that house alone Just looking to pass the time."Ring .. ring ..." the phone on the table rang. "Hello .. Tell me Jennifer .. What are you doing right now .." "Where are you now? Akhilesh" " Where are you going to shoot at twelve o'clock .. Beyond the house" "Hey .. hey .. what now ?? .. why be nervous? .. what the hell is this..why cry now Jennifer? .. what's wrong with you .." "Why with what Akhilesh.." Was nervous. "What are you going to kill now?" "I'm not playing .. What did you kill .." Jennifer hit him .. Her tone was unusual .. "Okay .. Okay .. Cool .. I just killed you .. You are now Sleep .. " " Do you feel pain when you are stabbed .. Do you know how that pain is .. ?? " "Hey .. What?? ... Talk to me .." The contact was disconnected .. He called her again .. "The number you are dialing is current switch off"The magician cut a woman in two with a knife on TV .. The audience put their finger in their mouth and applauded in surprise .. He turned off the TV and went to the kitchen.He opened the bridge and picked up a bottle of young brown wine and reached for the glass that hung on the wall.Blood drops on the wall.Akhilesh was startled .. At the same moment when the bottle in his hand slipped and fell to the ground, the electricity was cut off and the whole room was dark .. Dark ..There's something rotten in the old rotten meat ..A flash of light .. In those moments it was like a mask hanging in the corner of the kitchen .. like the same mask that the magician wore in the movie ..."Ring .. ringing .. ringing .. ringing .."In the gloom only mobile light pervaded."Hello .. say Jennifer .. you're still asleep .." "I love U." "I love you too dear .. what to do now .." "Sleep is coming .. Rewind has seen all the photos with you on Facebook .." "Oh .. look look .." "Yes, why don't you show me the photo of you wearing a mask?" What a mask .. what a photo .. "Don't act .. What happened when it was put on .. Hi .. Hi .." "What .. ?? Hey .. Now why are you laughing .. Hey Jenny don't you stop laughing .. Please don't play with me .." Her laughter was horrible .. The moment she stopped laughing her voice was soft .."Akhilesh.. I did not say then .. This is a danger, this is not ripe .. Do you know how it hurts when stabbed with a knife? .." Jennifer said innocently and sighed .."Hey Genie .. What are you talking about Akshuvali .." The communication was cut off .. The whole room was brightly lit .. The lights were on again.“Don’t do it, it’s dangerous! I don’t give a fuck, I’m going. ” A woman's voice screamed loudly from the TV."I kept watching TV .. How is it possible? .." He turns off the TV nervously ..It sounds like someone is talking in the kitchen .. Someone is not talking .. It is masculine .. Akhilesh clearly feels that something mysterious is surrounding him .. Hands fluttering .. Clear trembling .. Fur trembles .. He goes to the kitchen as if biting his lower lip gently with his teeth ..He hides in the doorway .. There is a tall black blanketed magical hero .. Only his back could be seen by Akhilesh .. He was wearing a bloody mask with a smirk on his forehead .. The fleshy rot from his room ..He sniffed something and slowly turned towards the door .. Akhilesh's gaze flickered .."It's me .. it's me .. what the hell is going on here .." Jenny's head in his hands .. only head .. blood dripping from neck .. blood all over the room ..The electricity has been cut off. Jennifer roar is heard from the front. "Akhilesh .. Please .. don't kill me .." His death was heard in his ears .. Her roar spread all over the house .."Hey .. where is Akhilesh .. don't be scared .. please what Akhilesh get out of here Akhilesh.." he asks .. "Hey .. come on ..." Aggressive slap ..Realized that I was comfortably stuck in this house alone. When I tried to run away from home some how ..He could not move from that place .. He tried with strength .. Something grabbed his legs tightly and pulled him .. Akhilesh fell head over heels ..A nearby table slapped his cheek. It hurt .. "Shit .. dream? .." He just realized that what he saw was a dream .. he sighed as he squeezed his eyes ..The magician was dancing on the TV .. The children were clapping and having fun around him .. He was juggling cards and making them laugh ..It was over 12 o'clock when I picked up his mobile on the table .. Two mist calls from Jennifer.. "Now she's a sleep. Let's see in the morning."He turned off the TV, checked the door and windows of the room, left all the lights on and went to bed .. fell asleep for a while .. Restful sleep ..The bitter cold of the morning touched the blankets of his body. Woke up .. face surrounded by refreshments ..It was as if something was dripping wet on her head .. Blood when rubbed .. Jennifer was hanging when she looked startled .. Blood was dripping through her leg ..Caught .. got up and ran .. someone grabbed him and pulled him hard .. fell head over heels ..Akhilesh fell down from the bed .. "Shut .. dream .." The time is now twelve o'clock .. I went back to sleep .. Restful sleep .."Doctor .. Inspector Aravind has come to see you" "Yes .. come in" "Sir .. can you know how the condition of Akhilesh is?. "Physically he is perfectly all right .. but psychologically he is in a crazy strain" "You told him he was in a coma, Doctor." "You're correct. But you can't say coma stage. It's something very terrible. Worse than that." "I can only relax a little from this case if he can speak to his self-remembering. Doctor .. Big space other .. Case up to the Prime Minister .. That girl has been stabbed many times with a knife.A drainage cannon on the side of the road is badly damaged .. in which the photo is leaked to other media .. social media .. he has been harassing women's organizations for his song .. that golden name is Jennifer .. I also have a age at the Doctor .. I can not even sleep ..Awesome people Lovers .. The bike must have come after watching the movie Late Night .. That's why he did all this cruelty .. I don't understand why or why not. " "Carm Town Aravind, Akhilesh's big steel rod on his head.He is living in a dream now .. The angered, nostalgia and nostalgia in him are all with him .. Can a dream be permanent with him ..He immersed himself in the dream. Peel realized that he had dreamed then and now immersed himself in it. But he could not immerse himself in the real world. The dream would continue. Hello to bring an int for this doctor? ..This can only be done by Akhilesh. Anger and rage are alone with him .. He tries very hard to get up, Akhilesh is in a hurry .. So he can not wake up in the real world except he can go to the next dream ..If you have a Pulse Check with him, you know his dreams are very aggressive and violent."Okay Docker .. Let's Meet You Again"On the way, Inspector Aravind approached the nearby glass room. Akhilesh was sleeping peacefully among the many machines and pipes.But he is a hellfire surrounded by foxes and demons.
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu3 years ago in Fiction
How I Got My Magic: Doomsday That Worked Out
Sometimes doomsday is not a bad thing. In my case, I was relieved to see my old life go up in flames. That morning, the sky went bright, I mean brighter than anything anyone in our time had ever seen before. No one knew what happened. The neighbors whispered it might be a nuclear explosion in space or something. I never saw so many colors. It was like having two suns. Only one was a rainbow.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Day 74
Today is a different day. We woke up and did not hear the buzzing sound we had been hearing since the day that everything changed. From our messed-up calculations, we are waking up to the 74th day since the sick people were released. For 74 days, we kept hearing bustling and steps above our underground shelter. Frankly, I don’t know how we made it past the first 24 hours, all of us crammed in this little hole that my husband created.
By Beatriz Magana3 years ago in Fiction
I Am April
I stepped into the dark ally, holding my neck, as blood dripped down my fingers. Tonight I did something stupid. My wound was burning so bad that I wanted to scream but could not choke it out. Scared and weak, I stumbled my way to a brick wall alongside the ally and slid my back down until my butt hit the cold cement ground. Closing my eyes, the city noises around me became louder, and the smells of the ally garbage became stronger as the vampire venom was taking over my bloodstream. I could do nothing to stop the transformation unless a vampire was willing to suck the venom out before the change was complete. But kindness like that is unheard of.
By Melissa Bezborotko 3 years ago in Fiction
The Aviary
When you check into the Aviary, they take away your shoelaces, phones, pens, headphones, purses, wallets, aspirin, keys, and plastic bags. Then, they give you a cockatiel; everyone gets a cockatiel. They name it for you; they name it after you. It says all this right in the brochure. It’s the morning of day 5 and my brain feels like a mangy, buzzing porcupine. My cockatiel, Alice L. Karp, sits on a rusted copper perch in a rusted copper cage that dangles from the ceiling. The single bright peach circle on her butter-yellow cheek is so perfectly formed it looks like a design flaw. Not one thing in nature is perfect, and that’s easy to forget.
By Sarah Ulicny3 years ago in Fiction
The Underdwellers
A decimated and desolate land of Sixth Earth is all that I remember from childhood. Years of warfare, pollution, and plague have, tragically, shaped THAT future. No one would dare walk the land of this Earth for very long; for, during the day, an intense warm or a decimating Winter could be a person's downfall; by night, we fear the hunts of the Skylanders. Seas still surround Sixth Earth where the Aquatitans may live as they have not pledged their warriors and resources to a side yet. History has already created the rift between Skylanders and Underdwellers. That is WHY we stay to our underground lairs for protection and may only venture upward for brief stints at a stretch in search of resources. To live only to our tunnels is no way to woo the Aquatitans to the side of justice. Nevertheless, the Skylanders in their constant hunts for new prey and their misuse of advanced war technology have never convinced the Aquatitans to join them either. Virgor leads us. He is a good leader; a headstrong, former military commander who will keep himself in front of danger for the family pack. Lotek is as close to a technician and weaponsmith as we are about to find in our Underearth; and, though we will never boast a technological advantage over the Skylanders, we require his technology for our PROTECTION. Fuja promises to be a good healer and spiritual guide; but her mind is lost to age. She even speaks of an ancestral race of Cat People who could not only WALK an Earth three cycles in the past of the one we know; but who were bold enough to protect it... Virgor promises that he has found something as one final opportunity to enjoin our forces with the Aquatitans. I hope that, this time, he is right...
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction