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Freedom is tied with you
“Do you love me?” the silence after those words resonated deep down to my heart and it shattered like glass breaking from a high note. Inimical was the silence. I looked at him with eyes that have never doubted his feelings but now these eyes want more than simple feelings. Love is intricately fragile. I began to ruminate about my love, the feeling was something which was heavy now, usually it wasn’t a burden.
By Gregory Salvador5 years ago in Fiction
The Down Maker Crawled Away!
Story #3: Fall 1957 We siblings came in sets of two. Two oldest are two years apart, then a four year gap. Two more arrive, though not twins they share the same age for two weeks. Then a three year gap followed by myself and the baby brother. There were six children altogether, five boys and a girl. We lived on an acre of land, surrounded by 94 acres of woods. Our house was very small by today’s standards. There were 3 bedrooms and one bath. The boys were all in one bed room stacked in bunk beds and a roll-away. My tiny room doubled as the guest room, or ubiquitous extra person in the house room. There was always an extra person in the house.
By Carolyn F. Chryst5 years ago in Fiction
Where Are They?
"Where are mom and dad?" my little sister asks again. It breaks my heart that I don't have a good answer to the question. The truth is simple; I don't know where our parents are. And that is not right. None of this is right - not by a wide margin; it is all wildly, unforgivably wrong. How is it that I, a fifteen-year-old high-school sophomore, should be left to babysit my two younger siblings?
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Fiction
Day 534
Dear diary another day and another day questioning why the fuck I care about going on. The bleakness and hopelessness of our situation is soul crushing some days. We stopped caring about anything except counting the days. I'm not even sure why I haven't killed myself. Am I too strong to do it or too much of a coward to do it? Whatever is after this has to be better. Still as we break camps and move on and try to scavenge what we can it gives us some purpose. Hell, I was stupid enough to bring a child into this world. It should be a crime but with so few of us left it also felt like a blessing.
By Jim Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Circle of Ruins
The fugitive stood near the edge of the glacier, looking into the distance. Until now, she had managed to stay a step ahead of her pursuers but crossing this part of the Alps on foot had been a mistake. Some distance away a large chunk of glacial ice broke off with a sharp report, sounding almost like the boom of a canon shot. The sun glowed deep red on the western horizon, long rays of orange and gold stabbing through a layer of stratocumulus clouds. Overhead the blue of the sky was deepening into purple and behind her the purple darkening into black. No one had expected the nuclear exchange between East and West to result in decades of spectacular sunsets. Nor had anyone foreseen the cascade of genetic mutations creating powers such as hers in just a few generations. Reaching into her jacket, she pulled something out and glanced at it briefly in her palm before returning it.
By Michael Rinella5 years ago in Fiction
