Short Story
The Last Song
“Are you really the one?” the guard asked. His voice was grittier than Melonie expected. Sounding full of dirt and dust. She contemplated not acknowledging him but saw no immediate victory in defiance. “Yes,” Melonie muttered softly, “It’s me.” The guard took a moment to look her over, not sure if he was more disgusted at her willingness to admit her crime or saddened that she had seemingly lost all hope. The Reset had taken everything. All electricity had been gone for years, but the humble roar of torch flames or candles was more evident that night. They seem to blend well with the musty basement Melonie was being held in.
By Sherman B. Mason5 years ago in Fiction
This Mind of Theirs
I tossed and turned uncomfortably inside my head, waiting for the day when my mind would no longer be my own. It would still contain my memories and the little knowledge I know of the world, but it would be forced below the surface by memories that don't belong to me. I always wondered if being a conduit for our ancestors' memories affected my father at all? Questions like that kept me awake on countless occasions because I knew one day, I'd have the answers. Inevitably, my father would perish, and he will leave behind his entire legacy and the legacy of those who came before. His mind and everything that fills it will transfer to the next in line, me.
By CreepyAuthor5 years ago in Fiction
Imagine
All good things must come to an end, and the end has come. The world does not remember how it fell apart nor does it care. Nations no longer vie for hegemonic power. The greatest cities lie destitute; the buildings that once touched the sky have toppled. Brick and mortar crumble beneath the feet of scavengers, as they pick through the lives of the dead. All that remains is the shadow of humanity that suffers and cries among ruins of the old world. Only the dead know true peace.
By Jericho Osborne5 years ago in Fiction
Terra Human
I felt a rough hand grab my upper arm in a vice-like grip. “Move it, Terra.” I grit my teeth but obediently walked a half step behind the Terran Recruitment Officer with his ample assortment of guns. He was still half dragging me but the hallway we were in was dark with flickering dull yellow lights. We got to an armored door at the end of the hall. Without another word the TR Officer pushed me inside, making me stumble on my way in. As I righted myself, the heavy door was closed and locked behind me. I glanced around at the new prison cell I was in.
By Jacqueline Stairs5 years ago in Fiction
Winter of the Silver Twilight
Snowflakes sparkle like diamonds as they fall to the ground. Glancing up I could see the moon through the curtain of falling gems. Looking down I continue deeper into the forest. I hurry because I hear the villagers behind me. Silent tears slide down my cheeks as I make my way through the dense trees. My heart aches to see him again, my love, I know it is impossible.
By Nakia Roberson5 years ago in Fiction
The Girl With The Heart Locket
She doesn’t remember who gave her the locket, or whose tiny childlike face was inside of it. Was it her face? She wished she could remember. She has spent so much time in this bunker with the other children. She vaguely remembers what her parents looked like, but after 17 years stuck in a bunker with the remaining surviving children, you long for freedom from the closed doors.
By Michelle Noon5 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Seed
Ice crept up into her boots even as she walked, transforming her toiled sweat into a cacophony of crystal monsters nipping at her ankles. The world had changed so swiftly in Hester’s Freshman year of college when she arrived in Ohio a mere two years ago. She started as a youthful poppy in springtime and the earth had spurned her violently into everlasting winter, wilting her very being. She was one of the fortunate, however, she made it out alive with her skin, even if she couldn’t feel it through the cutting cold and ice.
By Teresa Fletcher 5 years ago in Fiction
The Only One Left Standing
The dead chickens in the coop should have been a sign. Gene could find no hole or crevice for a fox to have burrowed its way in, and no blood spotted the floor or the nests. It was as if someone had waved a hand over the animals and put them all to sleep.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
The Day The Music Died
It was just a regular day, things were going like every day before...normal. I was at home just bopping around my house to the radio, doing laundry, dishes, planning dinner for me and my hubby and having a normal, wonderful day...then it all came to a screeching halt, this was the day the music died...literally!
By C. M. Sears5 years ago in Fiction
Looking for John
I know a guy. He knows how to write. He can read the hearts of the people he meets. He can also play the guitar. How well he knows how to do all these things, honestly, I don’t know. You can call him John, although his name is much longer and more composite. John should be in his fifties by now. He doesn’t need much money to live on. His wife is the only love of his life. He has a small house. Three sons. He had a lovely dog, died of old age last year.
By Jonah Lightwhale5 years ago in Fiction
Deadbeat
I laid on my tattered sheets, staring at the ceiling. My dinner of warm beer and cornflakes is starting to catch up with me; I can feel my eyes getting heavy. My eyes begin to flutter as I hear a knock at the door. I pause, preparing for what could meet me on the other side. I’ve been lucky in that there hasn’t been much looting in my neighborhood, but I never say never. I stood to answer the door, when the knock on the other side sounded again, more hurriedly. I cracked the door open and saw my ex, Sandra, standing next to my daughter Lacelle. My heart began pounding as I quickly slid the chain latch off of the lock and opened the door wider. “S-Sandy, Lacey!” I uttered. Sandra spoke up before I could say anything else. “Don’t get excited, jackass. We’re just here grabbing Lacey’s shit before we leave. Go, grab your things, honey.” I looked at her inquisitively. “Leave? Where are you going?” Sandra scoffed. “Have you seen what’s going on? The world is going to shit. I’m taking Lacey and we’re catching the next LunaRide. She isn’t going to be here while the Earth crumbles and the idiots left fight over the dirt, and I damn sure ain’t gonna be here.” She looked over at the kitchen table, littered with the remains of a six pack from last week. “Figures. You’ve been too busy staring at the bottom of a beer can.” She turned her head to the back of the house, yelling, “Lace! Come on, scooch your caboose!” I looked back up at her, trying to hide my hurt. “I know what’s going on, Sandy. I just didn’t expect you to just… leave, I guess.” Sandra looked towards me sternly. “First of all, don’t call me Sandy. I don’t like you, and I never will again. Only my friends get to call me Sandy. And second off, what makes you think I would keep my daughter in this kind of environment? I can’t believe you would even consider her staying on this garbage heap. It’s a good thing I’m getting her away from you too, she’d probably die if I left her here with you.” I was taken aback, and rose from my seat on the bed. “How dare you- SHIT-!” I exclaimed, falling on my ass from getting up so quickly. Lacelle walked into the living room, seeing me on the floor and her mother standing over me. “Dad, are you okay? You said a bad word and you’re on the floor!” Sandra grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. “Come on, Lacey, you don’t have to worry about him anymore. We’re leaving.” I scrambled to my knees, crying “Wait! Lacey, hold on!” as I reached for my nightstand. My little girl turned and looked at me expectantly. I opened the top drawer and pulled out a small heart-shaped locket. “This is for you, baby.” I handed her the small necklace, her eyes widening. “I was going to wait till your birthday, but I want you to have it now. It’s a locket. See?” I took the small pendant in my hands, struggling to catch the tiny clasp handle with my fingernail. I opened it, and showed her the pictures it held - one of me and one of her. Her eyes glittered, and she turned to me grinning ear to ear. “Thank you dad!!” she exclaimed. As we shared a smile and a hug, Sandra pulled the chain from Lacey’s hand and carefully examined the pictures inside. “How dare you, you fucking sleaze!” she shouted at me, throwing the necklace in my face. Sandra yanked Lacey back and began storming out the door. Amidst Lacey and I’s cries to wait, the pair walked out and the door slammed behind them. At the door slamming I woke up, sitting in the same position. It must’ve been a nightmare. I slowly rose to my feet, and went for my phone to see if I could get a call through to Sandra and Lacey, maybe see if I could come see them just in case they really were leaving. As I stood up, I noticed two things. One, my phone and my TV were gone, and the door was cracked. Fuck. The second thing I noticed was the sound of the locket hitting the floor.
By D'Metryus Tendaji Diontre Lacopo5 years ago in Fiction
