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SS Inglefield
He couldn’t remember the first time he’d ever seen his mother’s necklace. He couldn’t remember if it was in the before or the after, but why did that matter? It was his favourite thing about his mother, however unfair that was. Her necklace was simple, a heart-shaped locket, with intricate swirling patterns traced finely into the metal. He could stare at it for hours, holding it gently between grubby fingers, afraid of his own filth contaminating the jewellery. His mother would always come back to get it, running long fingers through his ebony hair, sighing at his fascination. She didn’t quite understand.
By Heather F5 years ago in Fiction
Glaedreon
A mother's tears are shed from the heart. When the extension of the astral plane bore nothing but emptiness, cold and dark, it brought a somber weight on her heart. The translucent tears that fell from her cheeks, sparkled and glittered like a thousand diamonds. Each drop fell to her feet, sprinkling along the plane like a million budding flowers. The darkness is really so lonely, so desolate. But to the mother's surprise, a cry above her own reverberated through the darkness. From her tears, life was born.
By Danica Bodley5 years ago in Fiction
Genetics
Light eminating from the phone screen at 3 am was melting my eyes, but I continued to pick and choose the ingredients of my date.
By K L5 years ago in Fiction
Hearts and Hands
The war ended 10 years prior, corporations are long gone. We survive by the Buddhist deeds: chop wood, carry water. When you take care of basics, everything else falls into place, or so they say.
By Cathy Coley5 years ago in Fiction
One Spring Day in May
The blade of the shovel cut through the dirt, releasing the scent of loamy earth into the air. She always loved the springtime, when the trees grew lush with verdant leaves, and the flowers bloomed in shades of red and pink. The air was sweeter, warmer, and provided relief from the cold harshness of winter. But this spring was different. The weight of what she had to do hung in the air like cigarette smoke and made her chest hurt just as badly.
By Michael Wirth5 years ago in Fiction
Endings
Hope often reveals itself in small statements, spoken hesitantly in dark hours, through constricted throats. Deep in The Alps a loop was formed. As man imitated God, the smallest components of life struck together and everything changed. The world became barren, dusty, dry. Not quickly. All of the warning signs willfully ignored. Perhaps that unkind, it’s possible that it was unwilful in some cases.
By Hannah Gibney5 years ago in Fiction
The Repository
The white cassette tape crunched, echoing across the silent landscape, she stopped. Ears perked, motionless. The nights were never so dark as they were now and she waited hoping the noise didn’t alert anyone - or anything - out in the darkness. The moon’s position told her half an hour had passed before she felt safe to move again. She bent down and picked up the cracked casing of the cassette and smiled. This was definitely from a bygone day.
By Mary Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Lost Locket Of Eden
Lost Locket of Eden Unwillingly I said goodbye to him as he rushed out the door again, my intuition reminding me yet again that I was only being used as a stepping stone, a means to an end. I know he will never love me the way I love him, but during this nightmare amongst us those who are remaining cling to any bit of love, friendship or vice that keeps us just that little bit sane while feeding us hope at the same time. Even the strongest are hanging on by a thread. There are not many of us left here in my home town, having connection is difficult as it feels like we are all in a race against time with each other. I've stopped keeping track of what level I am on now. It was a couple months ago when i unlocked my first set of abilities, I keep that information to myself till I completely understand how I am supposed to be using them and why. Another factor is if your doing well and having successful missions and wins it makes you an easy target around here.
By Alyssa Sullivan5 years ago in Fiction
I Dream of Gurney.
March 22nd??? Nothing. All I hear is nothing. Am I forgetting what it sounds like to think because thinking is all there is? The silence is loud and the darkness bright. I still open the curtains each morning expecting a hot and sunny hello. Instead, I am met with a cold “to the abyss you shall go.” Darkness seems to be usurping change as being the only constant. Without morning there is only mourning.
By SolSong5 years ago in Fiction
White Eyes
Monday Arunita suddenly woke up from sleep with an acute sensation of thirst. She noticed the time on the table clock, it was 2:35 AM. Her husband Amit was in deep sleep on the other side of the bed. Realizing that she had not kept any bottle of water in the room, she went to the kitchen to drink water. While returning back ,she noticed that the door of her daughter's room was partly open and a fade streak of light was coming out. With surprise, Arunita moved towards that door and pushed it open. She assumed that the table lamp on the study table must be switched on. In that light she could see that her daughter Mithi was not on bed. Thinking that she must have gone to washroom, Arunita was returning back when her eyes caught the study table on the corner of the room. What she saw made her feel extremely surprised. She saw that her daughter Mithi was sitting over the study table and vigorously sketching something with utmost attention. Her curly long hairs covered her entire face and touching the table. Arunita was not ready for seeing something like that at this hour of night. Thinking that Mithi probably was not getting sleep, she asked in a surprised tone "Mithi what are you doing at this time of the night? And why are you sitting over the table ?" As soon as she finished, Mithi slowly turned her head towards her mother. In between her long curly hairs Arunita could see her face. But what she saw at that moment made her shiver. Both eyes of Mithi were completely white. Her face had multiple scars. In an angry and disgusted voice of an adult male, Mithi screamed " What are you doing here at this time. Get out of here. Get out right now!" Out of shock and fear Arunita fell down on floor. She tried to scream but her voice got chocked out of fear.
By Avikar Banik5 years ago in Fiction
Threaded
No one remembers how the world ended, we just know that it did. In the aftermath, humanity did what humanity does best. We rebuilt.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow Behind My Shoulder
Some call it destiny; others say that history is forgotten and changes over time. A few seek more, give more, lose more, and steal each other's shadows in a loving handhold.
By GeekGal5 years ago in Fiction