Fantasy
Smood Day
Five years ago Earth had this pandemic it caused havoc throughout the world enabling many to lose their jobs homes even access to public places grocery stores, libraries, train stations air ports were all empty and marked as contaminated. Due to the economic drop many people were forced out of their homes to live on the street with their bare menials to become a member of what is known as Tent City. The tent city is a place where the financially unfortunate locals of the community band together to support one another in the unprecedent time of disaster when extra care is needed.
By LaShonda Odom5 years ago in Fiction
Alfred
On the morning that my adventure began, I found myself dozing on my bed. I had already dressed and drawn the curtains, allowing a golden blanket of sunlight to bathe me as I stirred. Summer sounds greeted my waking senses; rustling, flapping and chirruping floated in through the open window. The combined scent of flowers in bloom mingled with fresh grass cuttings and barbecue smoke; wafting in on each fresh current of air.
By Alicia Brunskill5 years ago in Fiction
The Gates
Like the many nights before, and those yet to come, Ezra Iscariot stood at the Mouth of Hell. His hands buried in the ragged pockets of a dead man’s coat and a cigarette firmly clamped between his lips. A layer of thick sooty coal caked his skin and clung to his auburn hair. This beloved city before him was reduced to ash and rubble. This was the end of the world.
By Emilia the Bat5 years ago in Fiction
Vas Forterai
Vas Forterai sat in a restaurant in the center of town, in the corner seat farthest from the entrance. Marjory’s. She’d been here a number of times before, but this time she wasn’t here to eat. Instead, her eyes were laser-focused on a greasy-looking mountain of a man that was about to begin enjoying his first meal outside of prison. He picked up his chopsticks and held them gingerly in his large hands, as if he was afraid that someone would take them away.
By Rietz Kanning5 years ago in Fiction
Darker Drabbles
Undoing Life’s Choices “Ready?” Walter nodded. “Am I ever.” They approached the children playing in the yard. “Daddy’s home!” The excited squeals were well worth the gut-churning journey in the time-machine, the struggle to convince his younger self not to make those terrible choices.
By Heather Ewings5 years ago in Fiction
Ever Since the Seas Had Risen
Whenever I want to remind myself of what life was like before the world ended, I burn some toast. As the smoke rises, I close my eyes, breathe in deep, and the smell of the over-crisp bread transports me back to those precious moments right before everything changed those many years ago:
By Amanda Hovseth5 years ago in Fiction
(Dys)Utopian Eulogy
If you are reading this, then I guess, I am at long last dead. If you are a part of the dominion’s acolytes, guck yourself. But if you are among the living with a selfish thought in your noggin, consider me lucky, because you are still breathing air in what I can only assume is a state of direction versus independent thought. It was not always so.
By j.d. davis5 years ago in Fiction
Which way is North?
Which way is North? To start again. The tiny group of people stood in a huddle waiting for the sun to rise, they wait silently and with a stillness that only experienced hunters can achieve. They are on the top of Glastonbury Tor, the rising sun will show them directions, since the ancient words they followed said the sun was from the east. From this they could select their path for the day. All around the ancient Tor is black water, thick with reeds and mud. Emerging from the waters are the ruins of a world that had once been so sure of its future, so certain of its ability to master nature and so careless about its past.
By Peter Rose5 years ago in Fiction
