Short Story
STRAYZ
“Ready?” she asks, before pressing play on the voice recorder. The prisoner pulls the oxygen mask from his face and throws it on the table. The wrinkles in his caramel-colored, weathered skin, fold around his mouth as he cracks a smile. He runs his hands through his tightly curled, salt and pepper-colored hair, slicking it back, before reaching for the box of Tasty-Kakes. Slowly, he opens the box and removes a pack. He flips the plastic wrapped Krimpet over and begins lightly rubbing the butterscotch frosted top on the steel table, in a clockwise motion, before unwrapping it.
By Michael Hadfield 5 years ago in Fiction
Minty breath
Minty breath Rotten lime balls came sailing through the reddened sky, and wacked my brother square in the forehead. He was slightly dazed from the impact and didn’t respond, till dozens as hard as golf balls, came sailing through the broken window like a flock of birds. My brother moaned, as we sprinted down the stairs. I did everything I could to shield him from the true risk of invasion that we faced every hour of the day, but at times like this there wasn’t all much I could do. As he began to complain that the bread might become as wet as my dad’s swimming trunks, I told him very firmly to “keep it down!”. If our home was invaded, then we would have no where to live and probably starve as we coughed down dried corn in an effort to stay alive.
By Reality Detective5 years ago in Fiction
Found
When you see it it’s wrapped around the bent corner of a sorry looking chain link fence. As is the case with most found trinkets, it could be something, but it could also very well be nothing. You aren’t as good at separating the junk from the treasure as Ashni is. Ashni’s neighbor is a Forer so they have a better idea of what to look for.
By Emily Louise5 years ago in Fiction
The Community
I've lived in this world since I was 11 years old, where we now live as a new community inside this building. Our world was struck by a plague that many did not survive seven years ago, and we were unable to stop it. For as long as we could, we tried to carry on with our normal lives, but it posed too much of a threat to mankind, and people were dropping like flies. My school had only 150 students when the globe seemed to stop spinning, but by the time the world seemed to stop spinning, there were only 45. My mother and I lived with my grandmother, but she died just as the world was attempting to build "safe houses" to safeguard as many people as possible. She gave me her necklace, a tiny heart-shaped pendant, that my grandfather had given her on her wedding day while she was on her deathbed, and she told me that one day it would guide me through life. Of course, I didn't understand, but she was suffering from dementia, so I'm sure she was just confused. Even so, I've been wearing it every day since her death.
By Makayla Cullum5 years ago in Fiction
Alamort
“Run, run, don't stop, promise me.” “I promise.” He runs, stumbles over random rocks, but he keeps going. Blood seeps from his knee, trickles down all over his calf, and stains his sock, but his legs continue to move. Truth be told, he cannot feel his legs anymore, they are like a foreign part of his body made of cotton wool. Yet he runs on. Because he promised.
By Violet Lee5 years ago in Fiction
The Box under the bed
Dear Diary, As I sit here writing in you for the last time. I thought I should tell you about the events that have taken place today. As you know it’s been three years since the pandemic that almost wiped out all of humanity. Life has become more of a struggle every day. We never know if someone is going to find us and kill us for all that we have. Then again fear is becoming a normal thing to my family and I. We used to be a family of four and now were down to three. My father died a month due to an infection from a cut on his leg. It’s so hard to go on without him and a lot of days I just want to give up. But I have to stay strong for my little sister and my mother. We were still in the old house that I grew up in and only left to find food and supplies. But things have been getting a lot worse around the neighborhood, so our mother decided it was time to find a safer place. So, we each packed a bag and headed north.
By jessica corr5 years ago in Fiction
