Short Story
Callie's Shadow
The churchyard was quiet. Everywhere was quiet really, now, but after three years I still hadn't fully adjusted to it. Every time I came, the surrounding woods had encroached a little more into the cemetery; the grass was now as tall as the gravestones, and the trees loomed larger at its edges, their roots disturbing the outermost graves. Luckily, it didn't seem there were many people left that cared – I'd never seen another living soul in the churchyard, and it didn't surprise me one bit. Too many people had lost too much too recently to care about the dead of generations past.
By Niall Gray5 years ago in Fiction
Hope Falls
The sky lit with a bright yellow hue. The air was cold and the wind blew light waves throughout the district. From a third-floor window, Des’ree, at the age of fourteen was in the bay of her window. Watching the different people walk by to their destinations or no destinations as Holland Bay, renamed after the districts General Holland Bay Fager, who died valiantly during the war, was an island that dissidents were placed on to prevent resistance and uprising or influence to the mainlands and the people who were able to conform to the new government and laws. Over 6,000 people overpopulating Holland Bay. Jobs were nonexistent. The people were not permitted to leave the island. No one lived to say if they did and no one looked back if they made it.
By Jazzmine Wolfe5 years ago in Fiction
Her Locket
I race around as quickly as I can, gathering things I’m going to need. I know they will be back. I must hurry. Now that my mom is gone, I have no one. I have no time to grieve her loss. This is how it is now. Keep moving. I have lost everything to this new world. My dad, my sister…..all of my known family. Now my mom. I kneel down next to her, removing the precious heart-shaped locket she wore around her neck for as long as I can remember. It’s mine now. It’s all I have left of the family that once was. Tears streaming down my face, I cover her beautiful face. I am gone.
By Tracy Stockard Letts5 years ago in Fiction
ThE InFEcTed YoUth
Remember that scene at the end of 1982's E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial, When that boy Elliot is saying goodbye to that ugly little alien crying like a little baby. E.T. reaching his finger out and touching Elliot's finger. Oh man, that movie touched everyone back the day. Back when children were actually sweet and innocent, NOT ravenous piranha-like monsters who'd eat your goddamn brains out in a matter of seconds. Man, those were days.
By Angelo M. Rocha5 years ago in Fiction
City Of The Stars
The heart shaped locket in my hand pulsed in a rhythm much like the object it was shaped after. When the beating had started I was no more than a child, and it had continued as my one constant in life. It had taken several years of moving through the planes to notice that the rhythm changed ever so slightly with each new place I slept in. I would arrive at an inn or make camp on the side of the road to the same pulsing rhythm, and before I closed my eyes to rest there would be a cadence change.
By Melissa Woodroffe5 years ago in Fiction
The Picturehouse
The day the Rektor Pure was installed a few people from town came in to watch. There had been a billboard put up a couple of months prior at the freeway exit, emblazoned with "Rektor Pure - Coming to Bay Street Cinema August 29th. The cooler way to watch" and a picture of a smiling couple cuddled up in a cinema love seat (though neither the couple nor the love seat would ever be found at Bay Street). The company that owned the cinema had diversified into air conditioning around two years prior and had already rolled them out to many locations across the country. After one of the first super scorchers killed a couple of geriatrics and forced schools to close around 8 years ago, John remembered overhearing an executive explain “It’s all in cooling now, doesn’t matter what’s on the screen, it’s the air-con that puts bums in seats” and this felt like something of a personal slight to John who loved movies. He watched it happen though, and in the following years, as soon as the first too hot day hit in late September the lines in the box office began to swell.
By Angus Burns5 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix Day
San Francisco 2040 July 7th, 12:00 AM “Today is dull,” I think to myself walking to my apartment "I wish life was more exciting” I open my front door enter my house, but before I can close my door, I hear a loud whooshing sound and the sound of sheer fear and terror, I run into the front yard to see everyone in the streets looking up in fear, I then looked with them to see what looked like a phoenix diving down to its prey, a helpless prey with no ability to avoid its fiery talons, and no way of fighting back then just before it comes to claim its prey, it's easy to kill, everything goes black.
By Lenell Chandler5 years ago in Fiction
Walking In The Dark
The beautiful thing about walking in the dark, is that you never quite know where you are going. Oh, I suppose technically we might have a vagueish idea, but because we can’t see very far ahead, it’s essentially a journey of faith, every time. Have you ever wondered what happens to those bits of the world that you can’t see? What do they get up to, unobserved in dim starlight?
By Sachi Petrohilos5 years ago in Fiction
