Fantasy
Motherless
It had been an unremarkable morning the day that the world, at least the world that ZiZi knew, came to an end. She had spent the morning with her mother and several of her aunties fishing in a small cove. It had been very productive and she had filled her belly with fifty or more shiny mackerel. She loved the chase, darting around in the water, the sun shimmering through the surface casting pretty refractive rays to the sea floor below.
By Joanne Elliott5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: At Eternity's Gates
"Don't be afraid, Charlotte. I am always with you..." A high-pitched alarm pierces my ears. My grandmother's words echo as I grumble and tap the snooze button. Peering from under ivory sheets, I squint my eyes at the early morning sunlight stretching across the cozy room. Ugh, too early! I complain. Yawning, I turn over in bed and curl underneath the weight of the quilted comforter. I'll just rest a little longer...
By Chrissy Lee5 years ago in Fiction
Camp Nursery
A visit from one of the Ministers was coming soon. Keiji had told himself he would not see another. But worse than that, he had promised Brianna that she wouldn’t, either. With this impending visit, he knew his guilt would soon add another broken promise to its weight. There was no mistaking the signs, however. Patrols had been increasing for four days in a row. Extra guards were easily spotted in the towers and along the walls. And the constant roar of helicopters and planes above left no doubt.
By Eric Abney5 years ago in Fiction
The Ruins of Time
It was after the Great Rip. Who could have foretold that an all-out war between the moon goddess Lunarys and the sun god Solari would have caused the biggest change in our world? I remember it like it was yesterday. The Dark Woodland Elves turned vampire, who thrived at night under the gaze of the bright moonlight shining against their pale-perfect faces, as the battle continued against the Sun Elves, who drew their power directly from Solari. This night was different, though. Both gods would join the battle directly, causing a rip into the fabric of our world that would engulf two-thirds of our population, before it closed up as if it had never been there. Except, there remains an eerie, halo-like fissure in its place.
By B. M. Gomez5 years ago in Fiction
Angel Food Cake
Dinner was spectacular. But unfortunately, it always was. One annoying quirk of living on Earth: hunger. While residing in the 9 or Silver cities hunger was an obsolete sentiment. Hunger and gluttony were an exclusivity to Earth. One reason why the majority of Angels feared humanity. The idea of uncontrollable and debilitating urges petrified her people. A terror she understood.
By Mallory Hudson5 years ago in Fiction
The Child of Harmony
The wetness of the mud I was sitting in had seeped into my worn shorts. I looked up at the wooden grate covering the hole I was trapped in, trying to grasp any warmth the shards of sunlight provided. They were going to kill me soon, I was sure. I had been trapped in this hole for three days. But why? Why were they so afraid of me? I looked down at my blue veins in the sunlight. My tainted blood, of course. That is why I had to die so I wouldn't taint anyone else.
By Dee Hardge5 years ago in Fiction
The City Orphan
The sun hung low in the sky, as it had for, I think, the last two days. It could have been more, or less, than that – it was hard to tell anymore. I restlessly snapped open the heart-shaped locket that I wore around my neck. The catch was worn from the constant opening and closing that had started as a nervous habit and was now an almost constant tic. I looked at the photograph of my parents, faded and dusty, like my memories of them. They looked happy. It must have been before the war, maybe even before I was born. Nobody was ever happy after the war. Those who were left, anyway. After the bombs fell, clouds of dust hung in the air for months. Most of the people who survived the initial blasts got sick. Crops failed, but there weren’t that many left to feed by then anyway, so it didn’t matter as much. I was younger when it happened and whatever adults I happened to find myself around would usually make sure I got something. Now, at nineteen, I mostly kept to myself. Only a few hundred people were left camping in the buildings surrounding the massive crater that used to be New York City. I knew a few that were ok to trade with and a few that had to be avoided at all costs. Most of the rest were practically zombies, as hollowed out as the crumbling brownstones they occupied. They just kept moving day after day as though they were already dead and hadn’t realized it yet. Click. I snapped the locket shut again. Click. Open. The photo of my parents was still there, as faded as before. I tried to remember what they were like. Click.
By Randi O'Malley Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Sirius-Rayett
Aeliana should be dead. She walked along the desolate streets. The sound of silence was painfully loud. Her body ached; her soul mourned. She did not know how much time had passed since the comet crashed and obliterated all life. She wondered how it is she survived. How she is still surviving.
By Jazmin Alvarado5 years ago in Fiction
God's Heart and the Light One
It had happened. Lucifer had won the war. He’d beaten God and defeated His supporting angels. The only hope for humanity now was the remnants of God’s heart scattered throughout the Earth and the Light One; the one being who could put them back together again to defeat Lucifer and save all of humanity.
By Alexis McNeel5 years ago in Fiction
Just Another Day
“Haah, Haah, haah, dang it where is that door,” the young woman stated, as she rushed through yet another dark hallway, the way forward only illuminated by a small flashlight, the sound of rattling and hurried footsteps also part of her frantic flight.
By Rafael M. Lench5 years ago in Fiction
