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The Heirloom
1996 Marty held the small locket in his stiff fingers, watching the way the light reflected on the colorful enamel. He opened the clasp, his eyes watering as he saw the photo still inside – it seemed a lifetime ago, that young, eager looking man in his air force uniform smiling up at him. She’d kept it all this time – tucked in her drawer alongside the letters he’d sent her. Their whole wartime romance reduced to a small bundle tied up in blue ribbon. It was too sad.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
The World of the Golden Locket
It has been 532 days since this all started. The day was just like any other, or so that's what everyone thought, including me. At first, being only 16 at the time, the end of our world didn't seem so bad. It was freedom. Without the government telling people what you can and can't do, as a 16-year-old girl, all of that just seemed perfect. However, without rules, the new world was complete and utter chaos. Sure, people could do what they want without consequences. Unfortunately, that also meant that stealing what you wanted and fighting to obtain it was also allowed now. Murder, to survive, became a common occurrence. It didn't take long to figure that out for me, everything was a fight. Everyone was at war with everyone else.
By Brianna Payne5 years ago in Fiction
Lonely Road
J une 16th, 2100. I stared down at the small broken body that lay dying in my arms. In her hand, she held the blood-covered heart-shaped locket I had given her on her 12th birthday before our parents had died six years ago. I should have stayed with her in the small broken-down shelter we had found off the main road. It was not much, and slowly was deteriorating, but it kept us safe from most of the elements. But as a warrior, I did not stay, I chose to go and fight in a battle that was not even my own. I arrived home that night to see her attackers defiling her body. She was beaten to the brink of death. I saw red at that moment and slaughtered each one of them without a care in the world. I just sat there in a pool of those monster's blood while I held my dear sister as she took her last breaths. I shouted as loud as I could into the heavens and the sky opened in a wild force pouring down on the scene around me. I vowed that day to never stop destroying the cruelty that had survived the fall of the world.
By Margaret Todd5 years ago in Fiction
The Downside of Immortality
Her laughs had their own range: from babbling brook to the stomping of elephants. Bartholomew’s favorite laugh was when she snorted like a pig, her giggles punching the air. When she spoke, her voice flowed like melted butter, her southern lilt charming. She couldn’t carry a tune to save her life, but she sang anyways, her enthusiasm overpowering her inabilities. The confidence in her own voice was something to behold. Her voice, her words, her tone were the definition of beauty. The way she said his name was enough to set his soul aflame. He could have listened to her for an eternity, a prospect he nearly gained when an accident stole her away.
By Hayley Roberts5 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath
It had been ten years since the world governments implemented their “New World Order”. The total world population had been reduced to just over one billion people and spread out equally around the planet. This was achieved by introducing a virus upon the planet, thus creating a world-wide pandemic. The people were killed by telling them that they had a vaccine for the virus. Those that received the shot were dead within four years. The instigators knew that enough people would refuse the vaccine thereby ensuring they would have a suitable population of strong and healthy workers.
By Lonnie Larson5 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Love
StarThe wind blew through the shattered window frames. McKenzie held her breath as she listened for the scurrying of feet and held her necklace close. The wind died down and the night became deathly quiet. The last twenty months all led up to this moment. The main house was across the yard. She inched forward slowly making sure to avoid the rubbish strewn around the shed.
By KASIE R MIEHLKE5 years ago in Fiction
Bury Me in the Garden Where Roses Once Bloomed
As I sit by Thaniel’s bedside, I watch the slow up-and-down rhythm of his chest. Sometimes I lose sleep just for keeping track of his breathing. Each breath is another flicker of hope that I will have him for another day.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
The Underground Gateway
The red glow of the eternal fluorescent lights. The tunnel was littered with gaping doorways that led even deeper into the underground. Brina was exactly where she shouldn’t be, as close to the surface as she could be. She heard a sound like the sound of an animal scuttling on the floor. It gave her cause to turn as she walked. When she faced forward it was to see to solemn boys standing before her.
By InkGalaxies~5 years ago in Fiction
