Mystery
Heart of Hope
I told myself I would make it. I’d been telling myself that for an unknown number of days since the explosions. I estimated it had been about a month and I was almost ready for the trek. With the sky so grey, it was impossible to sense the passage of time. Occasionally, a ray of muted yellow would fight its way through, along with a hint of blue, but mostly every day and night looked the same.
By Crystal McNeil3 years ago in Fiction
DECISIONS, OPPORTUNITY OR FATE
It is hard to admit to Jordan that you would rather check out the ghost then go for supper, even so you explain to her how much fun it would be to meet a ghost! One that is about the same age you guys are. No matter how much to try to convince Jordan to go with you she is just not interested in such a crazy thing.
By Susan McGill3 years ago in Fiction
Sirens
It’s been all but quiet in my head since I’ve finally learned the truth about the Great Wave that happened fifty years ago. My parents refused to spare any details with me, for I was not born then and they thought I shouldn’t bother myself with such long forgotten knowledge. However, my grandma, after a few weeks of persuasion from my part, finally caved in. I was now listening closely to the story, how it all begun and how it all ended. It made my skin crawl just thinking about the people that died in pain and away from their families over the span of five years. “You see Jorah, it started as a simple virus, people were taking ill one after the other, but we never lost hope that we would see the end of it”, my grandmother said, looking thoughtful into the distance. She then proceeded to elaborate what could only seem like a government plot ripped out of the pages of the books she always told me she read as a child. Schemes over schemes, nation after nation losing their people over this Great Wave as we call it now. When I asked about its name, the only answer was “It begun like a wave that takes form safely at a great distance from the shore and ended up crashing violently onto the beaches and washing away thousands and thousands of people who believed were safe from its reach”. No one could pin point the exact location of its birth and nobody really knew when it was done craving for human flesh. There are still a few among us who live in fear, almost expecting for the next tide to come ashore and wipe up entire nations all over again – we call them Sirens, for they are more comfortable in the water then on land, but I’ve never seen them. As for the rest of us, life has slowly gained its normalcy, or so I’ve been told.
By eternal_sun3 years ago in Fiction
The Chop Shop Part 1
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. "Mr. Lewis, it is the first of the month. You can't dodge me forever." Bradley Lewis, 31, sits upright on the couch. He pushes his hair off his face. Bradley makes his way to the door as his young daughter makes her way out of her bedroom rubbing her eyes.
By Reel Vibes3 years ago in Fiction
Arcane Enchantment, Alchemy, Purification, Silver & Gold
Sol reserves his works of magic. Light uncontrolled is chaotic! Some enchantment is erotic. People suffer with disbelief. To Sol it is a source of grief. Sol’s pure love, is man’s great relief. If you feel that life is mundane, take a taste of Sol’s light arcane. You’ll live in a magic membrane. Love is the ultimate power. Sol's gaze, a cosmic ray shower. His natures like a sunflower. Not all forms of magic are bad. They all carry a form of rad. Improper use can turn out sad. Believe in truths great enchantment. Sol lives his life with commitment. It’s a source of pure excitement!
By David Duran 3 years ago in Fiction
The Bunker. Top Story - June 2021.
Day: 137 : Monica: My mother died today. The airlock in her bedroom was breached while she slept, there are only three of us now. I thought I would be more upset, but I don’t think any of us expected to live this long anyway. None of us know why her airlock failed, but there’s been tension in the air for weeks, ever since our rations started disappearing. Radhika and I are convinced that Dev has been preparing to try and venture outside. Maybe he’s been stocking up. These days it doesn’t really matter anymore, and I’m convinced the end is coming soon… No one has radioed back to us in over two months, but my mom stayed hopeful until her dying day. I guess it just goes to show that faith can’t save any of us. Radhika is calling to me, it’s time for us to bury my mother. This is Monica signing off.
By Morgan McNamara3 years ago in Fiction