Mystery
Aniki
There were whispers in the wind. It was difficult for him to think straight, knowing there had to be something else - something more. For just over seventeen years, Kenji heard the whispers. Each time the gentle wind blew past him, a faint calling stayed behind, saying the same phrase every time: In the locket. In the locket.
By Julius Simmons3 years ago in Fiction
PHARMACY
I stood out in the distance looking out what I think is greenish blue tinge of paint left on the damaged houses on what’s left of the corner of McKenny Street. I had I known what was going to be of this rotting hole I would have left years ago but I kept waiting for him. There’s a creaking noise off the distance. I snap my head in the direction and see a few small pests run into the tall grass. I need supplies. I dart off onto the next street looking to see what’s left at a convenient store. There’s not much except a few cans of corn and expired food. Defeated I head to the pharmacy to see if there’s anything. I hear something in the distance. Is that a car? Fuck. I have learned to really dislike people over the last 10 years before the reaping, but after humans are evil. I don’t even consider myself human at times. I hear voices but they are distorted. Viordans?
By Jessica Velasquez3 years ago in Fiction
Above Desolation
There was no hope now. And no turning back. We had come all this way for nothing. A nothingness. My finger nails dig into my palms. If blood were to be drawn I would not find it surprising. But I would not care. Chargrind perched, wings splayed behind me, his copper scales luminescent in the dusk. The only friend I have left. They fought and lost. The battle had raged on for an age. To be the last living souls is an odd sensation. That sense of loss, but also of suspension. Detached. It has not yet sunk in.
By E.B. Mahoney3 years ago in Fiction
THE DAY OF THE UNKNOWN
As I remember, it was July of 2015 when the happenings all began. How could I ever forget. In one day half the population of the world disappeared. I woke up on that faithful day to the sound of planes going overhead. The road I lived on was usually quiet but not this day. It appeared whatever happened shook the very foundation of the whole earth.
By Janice Hinty3 years ago in Fiction
52 Seconds
My sister and I are the only ones left in our family. My father died before it all started. My mother collapsed one day from exhaustion and we couldn’t carry her, so we had to run. That was probably the hardest day of my entire life. I didn’t look back when it happened, but I remember hearing her screams. I remember hearing those blood-curdling, eardrum-shattering screams as they took her. I still hear those screams in my dreams at night. It’s been six months since The Swarm began terrorizing this country. It's hard to know how many are dead because there is never any time to stop and read the news. The Swarm only attacks those who are standing still, so as long as we keep moving, we’ll be safe. As long as we keep moving, we’ll survive. “Hey Daniel," my sister whispers, derailing my train of thought. "I’m getting tired, do you think it’d be ok if I used the cart for a while?” As you can imagine, finding time to rest in this world is difficult. So we found a shopping cart at an abandoned mall, and take turns pushing each other around in it while the other sleeps. We trade 8-hour consecutive shifts nonstop: sleep, push, sleep, push, sleep, push. It's also a convenient way to carry all of our extra clothes. “Sure, Lucy, get in.”
By Jared Schiering3 years ago in Fiction
What Is Hers
It had become hard to hold her hand, the colder her skin became. My mother, the very woman that breathed life into me, was coming face to face with death. The hard, wooden floor creaked beneath her weight as she writhed and flailed, her body hopeless in it’s final efforts to free itself from the pain. Her movements were jerky and unpredictable. Her legs twisted and her back arched. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth each time her lips parted to give way to a harrowing gurgle. My attempts at comfort were futile, but still, I brushed my free hand across her forehead, gently shushing, not unlike one would hush a crying baby.
By Madelyn Boughter3 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden Treasure
“I swear this is the last time I'll ever do this!” This is something I always tell myself, but I already know that is a lie. I really need the money and jobs are becoming less available as time goes by, with businesses slowly building up, hunters are starting to work for other people to earn their money as opposed to how they used to. Where is the sense of adventure?! In the distance I see the city I call home, that is the only place in this world I would even consider safe, regardless of all the thieves or scammers running amok in the streets for goods to steal and sell themselves. I walked through the shop center with the sack on my shoulder, ignoring the sound of people speaking to the merchants selling expensive supplies that they could find simply from the horizon in a mile radius.
By Kia Oquinn3 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery That is Lauren
As Chris is lost in memory of his last day with Lauren, he remembers the details of that day such as his feelings of joy, riding in the car and the feeling of the sun on his face and the smell of Laurens car. As he lays on his bed playing with the old, gold necklace with a spinning heart pendant that Lauren gave him for his birthday. He gets a whiff of Laurens hair. Suddenly he is in a unfamiliar place that he does not recognize. As he looks around, he notices a sweatshirt Lauren always wears laying on the ground.
By Tyler M McGuire3 years ago in Fiction
Dystopian Heart
Shots rang through the air, causing Avery to shoot up from his bed and interrupting his much-needed sleep. He walked over to the wall, peering out from a hole caused by the decaying drywall and wood. He noted that the shots seemed to be coming from a few blocks over. This event was unfortunately nothing new to him. After realizing he wasn’t going to be getting any more shuteye for the day, he started to get ready for the day to come.
By David Kohnke3 years ago in Fiction