Mystery
The Little Red Lies
In a time after we took too long to take the COVID-19 virus seriously, after a little under half the population was wiped and mutilated in the guise of surviving a zombie apocalypse. A time where we all sold our souls and realized how scary right J.F.K was when he spoke about the greatest threat to America and perhaps even the whole world.
By Seth Jimerson3 years ago in Fiction
A New Beginning
In a quiet suburb in Arizona, It was still dark as the Emergency-Alert System rang across each wifi device in the Anderson's home. Fourteen-year-old Ava and her parents quickly roused to gather downstairs. The vision through their front window was one they wouldn't soon forget! The street was lined with large armoured vehicles and military roadblocks at the end of the once quiet road they called home.
By D. Wisekal3 years ago in Fiction
HOWL - Hunter's Moon
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION, SYRIA - 2010 It was hot that day. Had been hot yesterday. And it was probably going to be hot tomorrow. That was the nature of things in the middle of the Syrian desert. Haylee didn’t mind, she’d long ago adjusted to the dry climate, the frequent dust storms, and lost hope they’d ever see rain, much less the target they’d been tracking for a little over a year, now. But her superiors would promise her otherwise (both rain and traction), and she knew better than to speak against their word. She was, after all, only a lowly Comm Tech...it simply wasn’t her place to say anything, be it about rain in the desert...or whether or not their target was even still alive.
By Renee King3 years ago in Fiction
Heart Cinder
The past night’s trauma was fresh in his mind. Despite keeping his eyes shut for a few blissful hours, Martin remained painfully awake looking for dangers, some real and some only in the furthest realms of his imagination. The other bunkmates were staring at him. The closest man to him asks, “Frederic Martin, you ok?”
By Timothy Schoenfeld 3 years ago in Fiction
Elsa May Green. Chapters thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen.
Chapter Thirteen. Trouble at mill. Market square bustled with eager consumers hoping to get their hands on a bargain as I pushed my way through the hoards of vultures turned the corner onto Tavern street. Finally, I reached my chosen destination and entered the King’s head. The bar had already filled, and seating was scarce. I noticed that our usual table now played host to a bunch of college students and their technological regalia.
By Peter Culbert3 years ago in Fiction
"The Vanishing"
Between the soft ticking of the pocket watch and the sound of creekwater breaking over nearby rocks, Camille began to stir from what bit of rest she managed. Last night’s fire had rendered down to mere embers emitting a faint smoke and the gentle breeze was carrying it downwind. Her body was stiff, aching all over from the fall she suffered from the day before. Despite having little rest, she knew she couldn’t spare any time. After traveling for months, Camille knew that she was closer to reaching the summit of Pine Mountain now than she had been.
By Thomas Grainger3 years ago in Fiction
Neon Sky
Eyes, heart, and soul a world where only three guaranteed things still made someone human. As humanity moves forward they slowly begin to lose the grasp of their own laws of humanity. The power of change is also the power of perspective in the eyes of others and the agreed steps of society. A city lost in the midwest of once the country called the United States of America, stood tall with only a couple dozen buildings piercing the clouds that laid over the city hiding what lay below. The new Denver, moved and pulsed into the future, after the final great war. The new cities identity became new unaffected by other cities that could have survived after the war. A world wide disconnection brought together those of a single city trying to continue to live on.
By Vonbon strangle3 years ago in Fiction
Investigative Duo
The half-empty glass of whiskey sitting on the large oak desk had become lukewarm. A ring formed below the crystal-like glass where it sat day after day on the smooth surface. It had become a new tradition every night for the last two weeks. A caramel apple soy candle flickered in the now darkened office, the saccharine scent enveloping the entire room. Justine's head rested on her arm as she slept over an open case file.
By Margaret Todd3 years ago in Fiction
A Future's End
Hundreds of years beyond the age of super heroes and super villains. The fight for balance has turned into structured chaos in a dystopian reality. There is no city or economy like humans have ever known, where now everyone has a minimum of two super powers, and can have up to a dozen.
By Skylar Joel Harris3 years ago in Fiction