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Julia's Diary
The girl was still strikingly beautiful - even though she was dead. Thomas had seen enough death to know that she'd been dead for a few days, maybe more, and that she had probably taken her own life. Lots of people did these days. Though what was she doing out here, deep in the bush two miles outside Newport, Vermont was anyone’s guess. Thomas came here often, just to find a place to think and be alone. He'd never seen another soul until now. He guessed that she was was close to his own age – say, seventeen or eighteen. The tear in her blouse revealed a small tattoo above her left breast. It was a crudely drawn butterfly in a circle with a line across it. There was a gold, heart-shaped locket on a chain still clutched in her hand. Thomas stooped and gently took the locket and clicked it open. Inside were pictures of two people; a woman in her thirties and a man who looked about five or ten years older. They were probably her parents.
By Bill Townsend5 years ago in Fiction
The Bookkeeper's Daughter
Gold was such a funny element. It was precious, coveted, a symbol of status and power. People fought over it, died for it, killed for it. Some people lived for it. No greater gift could be given or taken away. It was cool at first touch yet warmed quickly on the skin. For many it could mean the start of a new life. Tonight, it marked the end of mine.
By Hannah Forbush 5 years ago in Fiction
The Vespers
The day no longer shone of the brilliant sunlight as Danascha once remembered. That warmth that kissed her bright blue skin was nothing but a foggy dream. Her face now barely glimmered a dull gray before her in the smudged mirror with its rusted frame. Her kind hadn’t survived long since the Vespers came to their planet; draining the greens and reds of the forests to mere twigs and branches. Being a Clay-Genoan, Danascha was born to create and care for the beautiful nature and wildlife of Genoa.
By Sophia Canfield5 years ago in Fiction
Maskwa Legend
Geometrical shapes whispered from a dark ceiling above. A soft white blanket started dusting over the terrain. It was only midday; it should have been more well-lit than it was. The crystallized flakes glistened in the light emitted from the house. She pulled her cashmere wrap snugger over her delicate shoulders. November could be unforgiving in the Northern ranges of Manitoba. God’s River is an isolated wilderness, the principal settlement of the Manto Sipi Cree.
By Margaret Todd5 years ago in Fiction
The Strangers Bench
"Oh, what a day!" a man says as he sits down on the bench, "it’s after midnight, a bit late isn't it?" The man states looking at the teen sitting next to him. Broken from her daze the girl looks at him and replies "Oh, uh yeah I just needed a minute". Without breaking the focus of packing his pipe with tobacco the man says, "I'm Gus". Watching as the almost hypnotized girl replies " Hi I'm Liz". "What brings you out at such a late hour Liz? To the park of all places" Gus asks as he laughs and lights his pipe. "I mean, your parents must be worried?" Gus continues. Liz folds her arms, looks at the ground as she uses her foot to draw in the mud and says "with how much they are fighting, I doubt they even know I'm gone. Which does not even make sense, they aren’t together anymore".
By Tyler M McGuire5 years ago in Fiction
Code: Family
Welcome to Newer Metro, the product of science and the consequence of greed. Once a thriving mega-city that would advocate for change as well as the environment, now reduced to graveyards of mechs and droids assigned to assist humanity. Almost a lifetime ago, Ives’ Corp introduced a new AI form of technology. Arthur Ives’ research was dedicated to the advancement of robotics that would undoubtedly benefit mankind. He built the perfect empire...
By Sunny Higgins5 years ago in Fiction
The Human Aura
Aurelia crept through the dilapidated corridor. Her eyes hadn’t fully adjusted to the eerie pitch black that the lack of moonlight inside had cast. This wasn’t the most ideal spot, but it would do for the night. She wondered if there were any of those super processed dessert cakes left stashed anywhere. It’s ironic how they were considered junk when society still stood, and now she was sure that just one would restore her health. She supposed there weren’t though; this definitely had to be one of the first places hit when ‘they’ began showing up. Still, she could just about feel her stomach touching her spine at this point, and she wasn’t amongst those who had a craving for human flesh. No, there weren’t any brain-eating zombies. What plagued the earth these days was much worse.
By Jae-lin Mitchell5 years ago in Fiction
