Adventure
Lost in a Locket
The Hunt Kaylec’s athletic body stood peering into the middle shelf of the small kitchen’s overhead cabinets. All of them were empty of anything useful, just like the last three houses that he had searched in the Southeast Boise suburbs. He was following his usual pattern of picking smaller homes in decent condition. The larger homes would have been cleaned out long ago and the smallest run down houses would have little to nothing in them to begin with, or at least that was his theory. He checked a few more cabinets before grabbing his large backpack, slinging it on his back and heading out. No sense in staying for very long. He had found a promising street and was intent on searching the houses as quickly as possible.
By Kent Willis5 years ago in Fiction
Firehearth
Underground on the cold, dark, and narrow path to Firehearth, the Cres family moved slowly along with thousands of refugees from the city of Steil. Children and families shivered vigorously over the noise of stone wheels rolling over the cavern floor. Stone carts carrying what little possessions were deemed worth bringing on the dangerous journey rumbled along the tunnels of the cavern these people knew as their world. The caravan slowed, as a tight bend in the tunnel opened up to a massive area of bone, rock, and filth that was all too common in the dark.
By Aidan Gilligan5 years ago in Fiction
The Path We Chose
The Path We Choose I was twenty years old the day the palace burned. February 12, 3035, that fire started the war that ended everything. Tension was high between the kingdom of Europa, and the republic of Coldwater. They say Coldwater sent an assassin to kill princess Adeline, and he burned the palace to hide the evidence. That is why Europa sent the first bomb. The destruction caused hardship on the world, so everyone joined the fight, utill there was nothing left to destroy.
By Cameron Barnes5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #23 Let's go and Meet Alice's Mom a Possible Ghost
You follow Alice as she skips happily down a footpath heading directly towards an old eerie hospital. Only a minute goes by when you see a woman coming right for you asking, “Have you seen my daughter, I know she is looking for me, but I can’t find her. Can you help me?”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Juniper
She stared over the hill, trying to place the sound being carried towards her. It was like a growl, but more metallic, like an insect. Only bigger. It sounded like one of the beasts. She had seen them before, both in the wild and as pets. They were huge, scaley creatures on four crouched legs, capable of incredible speed. They were dangerous. She had watched her mother wrangle them in the past, but it was a risky game. On the rare occasion she rode with her inside the beast, she was frightened the entire time. It moved erratically, smoother in some moments, but jerking in others. She couldn’t see this beast though, only hear it over the hill. She’d need a closer look. She let out a deep sigh. How long had it been since she escaped? It felt like weeks, but it could have only been days. It was still a surreal feeling being outside, it was hard to keep track.
By Jadie Perdue5 years ago in Fiction
Where the Railroad Ends
It had been two days and Sayeh hadn't thought about the direction she was heading. There was no point in thinking about such things. The depth of her decision to continue walking centered entirely on the winding railroad, that in her mind knew where it was going. She hadn’t known that kind of certainty for a long time. Not since before Eona; an ecliptic anomaly that forever changed the planet. She didn’t know the science of what had happened, only the outcome. The sky changed color on the hour, and the Earth shook violently for days. Eona’s destructive reign lasted for weeks; Sayeh wasn’t sure exactly how long, as time wasn’t a factor in surviving the catastrophic event. When it was over, the world was unrecognizable. Sixteen years had passed since Eona reshaped everything. A long time to be alone.
By Justin Lagle5 years ago in Fiction
Thank You for Your Kindness
Who knew that this would happen when we elected an optimist? Her kindly face covers the entire screen at the front of the conference room, as we watch her prattle on about the history of kindness. Joyous yellow paint brightens the otherwise office-like décor. An electronic bulletin board at the side of the room scrolls through images of various pictures drawn by public school children from across the nation. My family sits at the end of a long conference table. Cute metallic robots bring us food and drink, while we wait and watch the president on the screen:
By Tanise Robnett5 years ago in Fiction
The Light Within
The day started with me going out to the garden to check on the strawberries. The day was sunny, beautiful, and quiet. It was like any other day. That’s until ‘they’ came. I call them the Malum’s. They wear nice black suits with a red tie. On my way to the garden was the first time I saw them. They came for my mother. I still, over 5 years later have no idea why they were there.
By Arianna Fleck5 years ago in Fiction
Heart shaped locket
Apparently, nights never used to be filled with screams, they would be filled with the hum of vehicles moving about going from a to b. The world my grandparents described to be when I was a boy, mimicked fairy tales of the old world, flying metal birds that could take you just about anywhere in the world. It was a time when it was safe to leave your home without fear of not making it back, this was all before it fell. Some kind of meteor hit the earth somewhere near Russia and the devastation was immediate. After the dust had settled the world became aware that it was more than just a part of the world gone that they had to come to grips with. Immigrants from the chunk of Space rock started stuttering about from any bit of debris left by its collision. It was a mere day before the bombs fell from all over the world and little did they know at the time, it would be the beginning of the end of the human race.
By Jamie Broadhurst 5 years ago in Fiction
Legacy of Ash
Home was no longer home. It was a base, a shelter, a hideout, a safe haven. Still, a part of Tobias Denhart considered it home, even if it was half-buried in black volcanic sand and collapsed on the beach. The pillows with tropical floral designs, though dirty, were still sitting on the wicker chairs in the living room. The kitchen cabinets still had Tobias’s “Boss of the Year” mugs from his business back on Earth before he moved to the colony. Cracked pictures of his brother and his children were lying flat on the dusty coffee table.
By Catherine Kruger5 years ago in Fiction
