Mystery
Future in Heart
The colonization of Mars was supposed to advance the efforts of humankind. Instead, a plague of wrath infected Earth, decimating it. Society’s richest of the rich had always reigned supreme above the rest of us peasants. Even they didn’t see the turmoil they cast upon our planet in their insidious race to become the best.
By Michael Hernandez5 years ago in Fiction
A License To Kill
“What do we got here?” Kayla asked, walking through the front door of the dilapidated home. “Looks like your run-of-the-mill birthing house.” Lily said, examining the contents sprawled across the dining room table. “So far we’ve found faked licenses and falsified registration forms.” Lily picked up a stack of folders containing client details.
By Annette Schmidt5 years ago in Fiction
the Guilt of Blame
The air is a bit heavy and wet, the echo of my quick yet careful steps wanders before me and behind. My unstable looking fast-paced walk may concern a bystander. But I am far from worried. Submerged in a shapeless dark space, a place I have never seen and only have known as this. It soon became the focal point of my days, especially since I have been here on my own. Starting as a tunnel, quickly evolving into an endless mash of blinding silence and shadows within shadows. Alone yet far from lonely I take advantage of the vast space and expand as much as I possibly can. My mind grows exponentially, and my thoughts slow down due to the longer travel. I give up who I am, happily sending it to the unknown depths around. Never knowing whether everything comes back once I decide to return and fearless of the outcome. I would hardly notice any change and there is nobody else to tell me.
By Ondrej Zika5 years ago in Fiction
The Return
There was a house near the edge of the woods. Though the wooden perimeter fence had long since succumbed to the natural world, the house remained. Its squat, boxy walls were paneled with hardwood and the composite roof had been prefabricated decades prior. The silent years had not been kind to the structure, and that composite roof was collapsing inwards in sections, allowing shafts of midmorning light to strike through the crevices and corners in the wood, shattering the invisible relationship set between inside and outside. The paneled plywood floorings inside the walls were sick with rot, curling and peeling and molding as nature continued its time-redundant onslaught on this aging marker of human presence.
By Varun Mehta5 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Black Locket
In a locket as black as night there is a picture of four daughters and four sons with their mother. The mother (Diana) (21), Dad (unknown and/or dead), the oldest three sons Prison (5), Nine (5), Sea (5), the fourth son Fangs (4). The oldest two daughters Rose (2) and Rosepetal (2), the Third and fourth daughters Night (newborn) and Lily (newborn). “I miss you all so much,” Prison says, clutching the locket to his broken heart. Prison picks up his ax and heads out for wood and food.
By Allie and Emmy5 years ago in Fiction
Artefact of Love
Cherish hurries up the steps to the grey building. Her long brown hair, pulled back and centre parted, is soaking. She mounts the final step and is welcomed under the refuge of a concrete canopy. The pelting stops and she releases a puff of relief.
By Christel Ringelmann5 years ago in Fiction
A World Without Jazz
A World Without Jazz By Delmar Coleman III Horns humming notes soft and close enough to her ear. She tried to pretend she couldn’t hear the soft sound of the symbols, slowly and softly and speeding around the brass sphere, causing a cacophony of confusion, mixed with music in her ear. She so desperately wanted sleep but she was bothered by what appeared to be what she could hear and couldn’t see. The ceiling seemed to give way to the dark sky that was half blue, part black with gray…. Clouds formed as if a storm was on its way. Could she feel rain? Something came from above her. Drips, then it began to form in puddles, pools and burgundy streams. Moving her things. All of them seemed to drift to one side of her room.
By Delmar Coleman III5 years ago in Fiction
The White Noise of Ashes (ONE)
ONE There was never a sunrise in Ashes, there was the rumor of a sunrise. Deep in the mountains, surrounded by jagged peaks, the big red orb rose out of sight sheltered by the massive rock. In summer, the heavens would just drift from indigo to a hazy grey and finally to the brilliant blue stark against the greenery. The sun herself, fashionably late, would gloriously emerge at ten taking her proper place in the sky heedless of those who’d been waiting for her.
By Russel Barrie5 years ago in Fiction
Planet 9
”The gates of Hell have had been busted open, and all the demons had Taken over Planet Earth So then, The Four Horsemen had no choice but to destroy Earth completely!. “All The humans had died, so the souls that had faith and believed went to heaven while the ones who didn’t stayed, and then the ones confused went to the planet of lost souls.!” Castile Exclaims Loudly. “shh, we’re trying to sleep Here!” Asmadine The daughter of the angel Uriel Shouted Angrily From her Top Cloud bed From across the golden room. I looked over at her Fiery Red eyes and knew she was about to explode. “You’ve literally been talking for three hours straight without tire!” She added. Castile looked completely offended, and said in a sassy voice “Well EXCUSE me for trying Educate the youngsters” He Replied back. BONG! the sudden Bang against Door startled everyone at once. “It’s the Time of rest now, sleep.” The angel Guard said in a stern voice. Every since The Nephilim Kind tried to overthrow Our kingdom by firstly killing off future Warrior angels , we’ve been giving Guards at our door.
By Yashaya Ward5 years ago in Fiction
