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Ten-year-old Me dragged from store to store. Momma has to buy her dresses, shoes, wigs and jewelry. I want to do my homework and read books of science, but I have to stand around waiting, bored and ignored. This small jewelry store is the boringest yet. Momma chats with the lone storekeeper lady and looks at ring after ring, necklace after necklace. One low countertop has several necklaces on top of the glass.
By Rick Riffel3 years ago in Fiction
The Others
Monday 11th June They were at the door again today. Knocking, shouting, begging to be let in. I’m not stupid, I didn’t let on that I heard them. I went to the window, peeled back a corner of the yellowed newspapers to try and get a look at them. Such cunning disguises they have! This time a dumpy looking ‘woman’ with straight, mousy brown hair and a crucifix round her neck. She left a box of something on the porch, but I shan’t go and see till nightfall. It’s not safe in daylight anymore.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
The Burning.
PART 1. CLIMATIC CHANGE. LIFE AS WE KNOW IT. It is the year 3003 today. Saima crawls out of her makeshift bed of straw and tries to register her mind back to reality. She focusses in on herself and tries to come out of her pleasant dream into the darkness of her life as it is now.
By Leonara Hansen 3 years ago in Fiction
Yellowstone
To Sara the earth looked soaked in a eerie florescent orange-red glow which she thought magical. Her uncle told her that the smoke in the atmosphere due to forest fires caused the light. The smoke followed you from Oregon to Utah, her uncle joked. Sara joked back I’m smoking. Sarah’s mom heard that out of context which made her panic for a moment which then brought laughter and caused Sara to pantomime vaping, pretending to be a sassy teen rebel.
By Cameron Glenn3 years ago in Fiction
Sailing To Oblivion
Thunder roared in the distance as Gracie sifted thru the rubble of yet another town destroyed by the Great War. Survivors that she had met along the way each called it something different but since she was only in her late 20’s, to her it was the Great War. Her mom’s had guessed early on that there might be trouble and would prepare her for survival as best they could. With one mother being a nurse and the other being a soldier who flew Apache helicopters in Afghanistan her training was quite extensive. While Gracie was thankful for their training she still wished they were with her.
By R.S. Haspiel3 years ago in Fiction
A Cool London Pad Until Disaster Hit
I hitched an apartment in just my kind of place. If I have to live in centre city. It must be glam. I cannot bear to be stuck in any kind of dump. Partly because I am rather past the bend on the road of living cheap. Partially due also, to being somewhat spoilt in ways of being a lucky one, at spotting a good catch. This might be because I know the city like the back of my hand. I managed to dig out the best at best price-rate too. The one thing I have recognised about city living is, there is always a fly in the ointment. No matter how lucky you think are on catching a bargain.
By Black Dog Productions3 years ago in Fiction