Mystery
Ever Kept
The metal is cold in my hands. The place in my chest where a heart beats is colder. Do I still have a heart? I have the locket. It's in the shape of a heart. I scoot a bit closer to the fire, squinting at the spear of light reflecting off the locket's polished gold surface. I start to open it, but my eyes cloud. I don't want to see what's inside. I want to see who is inside. I want them here, and seeing the pathetically small picture inside the locket will only serve to remind me that they aren't. In a fit, I yank it away from my neck, snapping the golden chain. I squeeze it so tightly, my knuckles turn white. I can't take it any longer. I flip the locket open, and pull it so close to my face that the glass fogs up from my breath.
By Emmet Mathieu3 years ago in Fiction
The Secret
In the midst of a dust storm of what was once known as America's heartland where rolling hills of green fresh growing things and noisy animals once called home I found myself lost. The world had changed around me from the time I was made and many things had come and gone much like the people who claimed me as their property.
By Elizabeth Music3 years ago in Fiction
Fruitless Tree
She's just sitting there on the edge of the doctor bed, staring into no where with confusion. The nurse knocks on the door of the exam room and says, "Are you ok?". She says yes as she clears her throat, she begins to slide off the exam table as the sanitary paper they rolled across it slides off with her. The plastic table/bed made her thighs sweat a little being against her bare skin and the paper that was between her and the table had to be pealed away. The doctor had just gave Jocelynn the news, she was going to lose this baby as well. It was looking like she was never going to have a baby, this was her 4th miscarriage. She wanted a baby so badly, she couldn't give up. As she's getting dressed she over hears the doctor and the nurse talking, the doctor says to the nurse what sounded like, "wow another one". Jocelynn immediately thinks they are referring to her miscarriages until, the nurse replies, "sixth one this week". She must have just heard the nurse wrong, she was kind of lost at the moment, each miscarriage broke her spirit a little more, she was thirty-three years old and wasn't getting any younger. It didn't make any sense, her menstrual cycle was normal until three years ago. Did this have something to do with her not being able to have a baby? She wondered to herself on her way to the car walking as if she was in a tunnel, not really hearing anything but her own thoughts. She gripped the heart shaped silver locket she was wearing around her neck. It had a picture of her twin sister on one side and herself on the other. Their mother wore it when she was alive, she had died from a virus. In her thoughts was her father saying, "You're just a tree that can't bare fruit, you're still a beautiful tree". It didn't help, his stupid sayings didn't help and she didn't understand, she just wanted her mom she thought as she sat in the car crying out loud in the driver seat. She closed her eyes tight and tried to picture the sunflower high chair she painted and told herself, "It will happen, I will have a beautiful baby one day. Little did anyone know this was the beginning of a new era. Things were changing fast, the normal life Jocelynn wanted back so badly ceased to exist now.
By Martha Wiles3 years ago in Fiction
Subtext
My Sweet Doe Kjyka, I’m a dentist, ok?! That’s many years of college. Many dollars out of pocket, ya hear me?? I’ve spent too many days hunched over the mouths of people who stuff ‘em full of disease so they can feel like they have the cure to the sickness of dying since birth. Lemme tell ya: the American Dream Option is a fricken joke. I hate my job but I love what I do, mien Reh (sigh)…
By Isaiah Black 3 years ago in Fiction
Silas
Silas drove mindlessly down Poplar Tent road. The engine of his ’88 Chevy S10 was loud which suited him fine. It helped drown out his thoughts. The truck was in decent condition, bearing in mind it was ten years old. He’d gotten it from his father when he got his license the previous year.
By Jen Mearns3 years ago in Fiction
The Bay Cavern
Today has been unlike any other day before. I met a dog but this dog reminded me of some dog I may have had before my accident. I've been out of it for about 6 months. I have no clue who I am and what I was doing before this but this dog, he's so nice. He's protected me from thieves, off the dock while I've been bargaining with fruit sales women. While I was talking to one of the ladies she asked about the dog.
By Christopher Young 3 years ago in Fiction
Cypher's Heart
Cypher’s Heart Written by: Pamela Thornton “We are currently 20 minutes from the earth atmosphere. Please find your seats and buckle your set belts.” The lady said from the main station of the space craft. 23 days since Cypher, boarded the space craft and left her home from Orion. In her hand she held a small golden heart shape locket and a letter in a langue in which she did not know. This trip wouldn’t even be taking place if the telecommunication pad could recognize the langue. The locket had had her puzzled ever since she found it in her mother’s things. Her mother had passed in a fluke accident, a man had gotten mad at the waiter at here favorite café. The man threw his coffee in which short circuit the window with the view of earth and forced it to open. The suction from the open window had not only taken her mother but 5 other innocent bystanders. Months of trying to pretend that her mother was just at the store or the café and would be back Cypher, decided to start cleaning out her mother’s things. That is when she found the locket deep in a wooden box that her mother had brought form earth. The locket it was a picture of a man whom she had never seen. This was not her father who died in The War of The Nations. Her father was extremely handsome, tall, with blonde hair and was from the southern part of America. Cypher’s mother had made sure that she knew every detail of her father. Cypher loved to hear of the stories of her father, but this locket had her puzzled. The man in the locket seems to be of Asian descent, with small eyes and darker hair.
By Pamela Thornton3 years ago in Fiction
Locket of the Wastes
Entry 1: Coming to on the ground I never would have expected that I could see such a bright light. The light lilted like the voice of an operatic singer and became so bright that I shut my eyes again. I didn’t know how long I had had them closed before.
By Sagan Marlowe3 years ago in Fiction