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Boite
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By The Roaming Scholar3 years ago in Fiction
Finding Melody
“All graduates report in an orderly fashion to the lobby for your assignments and new locations.” the intercom announces loudly. I get up from my table and make my way to the lobby with the rest of my peers. We all orderly line up in our black and white uniforms. As I get closer and closer to the desk in the lobby, I get more excited. Soon, I am at the desk with a woman seated in front of me. She smiles softly with pearly white teeth. She wears white and black like the rest of us and her brown hair pulled back to appear clean and professional. The blue armband with the letter “G” on her left arm shows that she is a government representative for Sector G, the sector that I live in.
By Bailey Mica3 years ago in Fiction
The Key to Hell
I can’t tell you how long I’ve been in this place, I can barely remember last year let alone what must’ve been decades ago. Upload and all your dreams will come true, they said. Upload and you can control your own reality, they said. However, they didn’t say I would be trapped in my own hell by uploading myself into their mainframe. They didn’t say I wouldn’t be able to get out of this place. They didn’t say I was going to be the only “real” one here. I had to figure this out myself, but for the longest time I didn’t even realize it. In fact, I remember them specifically saying everyone who chose to upload would get to interact with each other whenever they pleased. I tried co-op mode with a few people who I knew before the upload, but something was off. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was exactly, but they weren’t the people I knew on the outside. Something about them changed. My brother wasn’t a murderer before this, my sister wasn’t obsessed with being idolized before this. If only he didn’t see the others here as just pawns to dispose of whenever he pleased, maybe if she didn’t want the others here to worship her at every moment, they would realize we are trapped here.
By Chris Barnett3 years ago in Fiction
The Warehouse
Emily awoke from what she thought was from a night’s rest, only to feel that she simply awoke from what now appeared to be a major hit on the head. She sat up in bed and surveyed the room. Everything in her studio apartment seemed to be in order, but somehow, she got this overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. She reached for her locket. It was gone!
By V.N. Crespen 3 years ago in Fiction
A Form of Currency
Jasper considered the lone pinecone in the center of the road, on what little was left of the yellow line. The pair stood atop one of so many hills, and Taffy stopped to take in the long stretch of highway before them, a narrow cut through the valley and a lazy rise beyond it. A pale sky let through the sun which made silver of the asphalt below, and yellow grass sprouted from around the graying spruce and hemlock that dutifully hugged the side of the road. Jasper rushed the pinecone and sent it flying with a weary swing of his torn boot.
By Stephen Mage3 years ago in Fiction
The Long Journey Home
One hot summer day on June 21, 2021, I was taking my normal walk that I do everyday and I noticed an Antique store that I had never seen before. I saw a man looking out the window. Of course I was curious, as I walked in, the sound of the creaking door slowly closed behind me. As I looked around, there were a lot of beautiful antique mirrors, pictures, tables and chairs and such pretty dresses. A I turned around to walk out, a scary little man approached me out of nowhere. He asked if I would be interested in buying an old heart shaped locket from the 1800's for a good price. It was a beautiful locket and for the price it was a steal. I paid for the locket and as I am walking out the door he says "thank you, enjoy your magical locket. Thinking nothing about it, I said "welcome, have a great day". I went home, did my usual and went to bed. I woke up next morning and realized everything was different. My home was not the same, and my family was gone. I was feeling a little scared, hesitated a little before I went outside to see if what i was feeling was true, and my feeling was right, I was in the 1800's. There was no one around, I saw old houses that looked liked little sheds, pretty flowers everywhere and dirt paths. Terrified and confused I walked around and a few men wearing capes yelling find the witch. I tried to run but they caught me asking me where I came from. I showed them the heart shaped locket and told them I was from 2021, they shouted "witch, get her". I was to terrified to run, they tied me up saying "burn her at the stake". I tried to explain that I was not a witch, but they didn't believe me. Just as they were about to light me on fire, a women in a beautiful black dress with a cape covering her head appeared, grabbed my arm and we disappeared. I opened my eyes and we were at her home, I saw a table, few chairs, a lit fireplace and a bed. She warned me to be careful not to use my magic. I explained to her I had no magic only this heart shaped locket. She looked at the locket and said "yes, this locket has magic". I asked her how I could get back home, she said find the person who sold it to me. I said that was impossible because that was 2021. She thought for a minute and said find me these ingrediencies I can cast a spell to bring him here. I went out and looked for what I needed but they saw me, I hurried back. All of a sudden from no where, the guy appeared, shocked and confused. I asked him how I can get back home he said all I had to do was open it and it would bring me back. Just as I heard the men in capes coming I opened the locket and closed my eyes. As it felt like a dream, I slowly opened my eyes and looked around things were still different. I went to look for the locket but it was nowhere to be found. So I thought I would go for a walk to find the Antique store to ask the little man. I could not find the store but As I am walking down the road, I happened to notice the witch that had helped me, confused and worried I yelled for her. She just kept walking without even looking back. Then she was gone!! I sat down by a tree and thought what do I do know.. I noticed a glare on the ground, it was the locket.. Not knowing what I should do, I opened it. There was a flash of light, and I woke up in my bed. Very confused I rushed to my door to look outside and I was finally home..
By Raleigh Lineberry3 years ago in Fiction
A Bark
He had felt this bothering before. Before… everything. As a teenager he had worked as a carer in a low-cost nursing home for the elderly and demented, where the story of the ‘Grey Lady’; a name that failed to invoke excitement or imagination, went that if a resident were to die each day over three consecutive days, then a grey lady would be seen walking the halls at night and banging heard from the attic. He enjoyed ghost stories and while he never allowed for them to alter his strict scientific sense of reality, he always found it peculiar and a little wonderful how strong and visceral were their effect on him.
By Jack Van Rynen3 years ago in Fiction
7 minutes to Immortality
THE SYSTEM How the system came to be, can not be explained with words in a truthful form, this is due that the nature of language requires to establish concepts and put them in a logical time-lined binary order which make sense to humans, but have nothing to do with reality itself.
By Ruben Alejandro3 years ago in Fiction
The Break in the Clouds
To have such a break in the weather was unusual. Unique, even. It's far from the washed out greys and browns, dark shadows and shrouding mist that they were used to... But the stark reminder broke through the clouds. Light, not lightness, a break in persistent cloud cover that flooded their little piece of the world with brightness. The cacophony of engines rumbling and rock moving began to fall to idle and succumb to the rumble of a thousand whispers, as word spread through the worksite.
By Samuel Hill3 years ago in Fiction