Short Story
The Doll
Glass eyes shimmered in the sunlight where the old doll was displayed in the window of the antique shop, and Skyler couldn’t take their eyes off it. They had passed by on several occasions, always slowing to look at the doll as they passed. For as long as they could recall it had been there, painted porcelain lips smiling even on a rainy day. For just as long, they had always desperately wanted the doll, having often requested their parents buy it for them, promising that they would take extra care of this one particular doll, even more so than all of their other toys. No amount of pleads and promises, however, had gotten them the treasure they sought. Skyler couldn’t understand why their parents were so adverse to the cute doll. With his porcelain face, hands and feet with a soft body and an adorable brown cut of ‘hair’ atop his head and dressed in a blue and white ‘sailor’ uniform it was the sweetest doll they had ever come across.
By Anne Arnold3 years ago in Fiction
The End
The start of the end, A scientist named Ronnie Winn, made a machine to create a better world. Started off as a side project for himself, name “Bigger Heart”. The world was for his family, so Ronnie kids wouldn’t see what he saw growing up. His three kids named Ace 24, Valentine 17, and Paul 15, they all carried a heart shaped locket but different designs. They all have one because of their late mother who was killed in the White House working for the Government. A new world where there wasn’t nothing but world peace. So our creator would be proud of us, no drugs, no death. Ronnie regrets letting his wife go to work that day, he seen the pain she was in but nothing would stop her from working. He got a job at NASA, a year after her passing, him too working for the Government as well. Ronnie and his wife always wanted to live a life where nobody had to worry about money or a rich person being too greedy with theirs. Valentine always asking Ronnie “Why did mommy have to died?” So he started working the project after his wife died, promising her one day her vision would be true. One afternoon, he was working on “Bigger Heart” on his lunch break, his manager Angel, seeing the name of it. Angel thinking to herself his trying to save the world. Angel knew Ronnie’s wife, which Ronnie didn’t know. Some people wanna save the world, others just want to see it burn. Ronnie’s wife wouldn’t sign some of the props. The props that she wouldn’t sign are killing the world. Keeping the homeless as homeless, no taxes on the rich, destroying the people’s rights. Letting America kill 3rd world countries and UK as well, and taking over. The project is like having “Heaven on Earth” but one mistake Ronnie left in the project was the opposite. Finding that mistake a reserve engineering it will bring more madness to earth before the population knows what to do. One little detail was missing.As soon Angel found out, what Ronnie was doing she was surprise. He was explaining to her what “Bigger Heart” does, it could control the weather, natural disasters, wealth, viruses, etc. They key to start it was “missing”. He knew he told her too much. As soon everybody went home, Angel and her personal team of scientists, broke into Ronnie’s lab. They took all the data. Next morning, Ronnie got to work everything of the project was gone, nothing was left behind. Ronnie went to security and ask for video footage of his office around 10:15pm-10:30pm, no footage was collected, his lab or the surrounding of his lab. He had no expectations of Angel doing this, but thought to himself, How would somebody know to cut out the cameras in his area? Unless it was somebody on the inside, but again not Angel, she’s a manager she would never steal or lie to a employee. 10 feet below the building, where Angel took “Bigger Heart” to see if her team could reserve engineer and see what kind of damage could it do if was unleashed by “accident” but her not knowing the key was lost. Small details were hidden in Ronnie’s lab just in the open but every tiny though. Later that day, Valentine seen Ronnie down with his head on the family table laying down. She ask if everything was ok or not, he goes no. Ronnie told her everything from the project to the details he was hiding. Then, Paul and Ace walked into the room with them. So with all of them sitting in one room, thinking how they were gonna pay the mortgage and bills this month. With Ace being the oldest he offer to pay for everything, knowing he only had a part time job and also had a side hustle too. Working at Footlocker, only making 1200 every two weeks, wasn’t bad for only a part time. Back in the lab, Angel and her team did finish the reserve engineering and found out the mistake Ronnie left. It was another world, the underworld, meaning letting “Hell on Earth”. But, to let that happen she needed the key to start the damage, the only missing item. She couldn’t find in the lab. So Angel looked closely to Ronnie’s office, looking for that key. The only thing closely to a key was the heart shaped necklace on Valentine. So later, Angel spotted Valentine walking home from school.
By Jonathan Lemus3 years ago in Fiction
Cosmix Destiny ✨
Think back to the last time you were out under a clear sky, fully lit by a dazzling array of stars. Imagine yourself looking into the celestial night, with the power to make a single wish. Allow your spirit to ascend into the darkness of the sky, and spark iridescently to life, fulfilling the inner most desires of the soul. Where would you go? Who would you become? What would you change, or choose to accomplish? Would you wish for good? Would you wish for bad? These questions may make even the wisest of humanity hesitate. For me, however, now more than ever, I know exactly what I would wish for, who I'd become, who I already am... or would be, in a perfect world. Prince Luminos Cosmix, Is my alter ego, We are a philosophical hero, A dreamer who looks to the stars, a writer that has began creating an entire universe around my identity through the way my imagination warps the world. A poet that speaks from the heart, a musician/dancer that with a little guidance could help bring the tides of change, an artist with a vision, designer of a Royal Cosmixian clothing line, a philanthropist to the less fortunate, a mentor to generations to come, an activest for a green future, A Prince looking to lead the people of this earth to metephorical kingdoms among the stars. My ambitions are exuberant, my imagination is vivid, and I'm just a 23 year old with a hopeful dream, but I know my future is bright, and one day not only will I thrive in my self made fairytale, I will be a legend who's story is spread among the stars. The path to distant galaxies won't be easy, as a dreamer such as myself can get lost drifting through space if allowed to wander too long in their imagination, therefore, the pressure is setting in. The time to act upon my dreams has risen, as will I. With the proper tools, such as Memberful, My vision will be transformed into a reality. The show I'm writing, "The Stars Have Fallen", will be animated, voiced, and brought to life, along with books, comics, and interactive (perhaps even one day virtual reality) games that allow you to roam within the universe I am creating, all while the real life characters tour the world promoting Life, Liberties, Fantasies, and Fashion lines to match the (bound to be popular) Aesthetics of my universe. It'd be my dream to give everyone a chance to be as involved in this fairytale universe in real life as it is in mine, whether that be getting lost inside of a storybook, or dressing up in cosmixian fashion. My world may currently be just an idea revolving consistently around my head, and a small three-ring binder with a few short stories and prototype character designs; but in a perfect world, where the limitations brought upon by circumstances out of my control are not to be found, Prince Cosmix and his fellowship of Cosmixians are ALIVE.
By Prince Cosmix3 years ago in Fiction
The Past We Won't Forget
Nestled on a tree covered mountain side was the quaint little cabin I was born in. I was named Brianna after my grandmother who died when I was only three. She was remembered for something that I didn’t quite understand, she was known as the survivor. Any time I asked what my elders meant they grew quiet and promised I would understand after the trial. The trial was something everyone in the village did when they came to the age of fourteen. The fourteen year old was told to walk the gray forbidden path till they found the past, with them the silver heart-shaped locket ‘the survivor’ took with her on her journeys. My four older brothers all went and came back acting like the elders, knowing of the well kept secret. This year was my turn and I couldn’t be more excited for my birthday.
By Destiny Hughes3 years ago in Fiction
Talk Of The Town...
There's a town on Florida's west coast that you've won't ever know about. Individuals that grow up there never escape. The ones that show up there, do as such to kick the bucket. You may confuse it's anything but a nursing home turned out badly, paradise's lounge area maybe.
By waqar jameel3 years ago in Fiction
LOCKET WITH A 'P'
LOCKET WITH A ‘P’ “OPEN UP! POLICE!” Dayquan knew what was coming next and that the door wouldn’t hold, even with all three locks engaged. While his mind raced over options of what to say to them when they burst in, he couldn’t take his eyes off the now blood-soaked locket in his hand.. which had delivered anything but the good luck he thought it would.
By Leroy Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
Father
The day dawns darkly, as the days always did. Megalomaniacal autocrats with big red buttons made sure of that, leaving the sky a nuclear-born haze that blocked out the sun. Chris sits on the edge of his bed in the semi-darkness with his head in his hands. The blaring of the alarm clock continues uninterrupted for a minute, and drowns out the nothing in his head. Finally, rubbing his face, Chris sits upright and deliberately pushes the button silencing the alarm. The hum of the generator replaces it, but only serves to underline the quiet of his mind. He doesn’t bother to turn on the light.
By Coral Weigel3 years ago in Fiction