Fable
Alek
Thinly shined the intensely burning light from the upper window of my cell, albeit it was slightly refreshing as I hadn't seen any type of "sunlight" in literal months. I didn't exactly know when it was, days and months got lost in translation some time ago. After the war humanity turned to it's true animalistic side and ravaged the entire planet for whatever it wanted or could get its hands on.
By Nicholas M Steiner5 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Yangsy Rivers
In the cave that night, before she died, his mother told him that the only way to prevent human extinction was to recover the heart-shaped locket and return it’s presence to the few remaining people on earth before they murdered one another into extinction, which I mentioned before. The locket, as she’d told him, possessed the ability to awaken love in the human heart on sight. It’s absence though, had caused the entire human race to forget love, and man had fallen into a state of perpetual fear and violence. As Yangsy already knew, the king on the hill held the locket, and for years now he’d refused to leave his castle, knowing it’s power, and being aware that without it the world was falling apart. In fact, there remained only one human gathering on Earth, and it was the land surrounding the king’s castle. A viscous war zone that was once the Los Angeles. “Son,” his mother said, while they sat around the fire eating rabbit meat he’d caught earlier in the day, “I have a feeling I won’t live to see tomorrow.”
By Nick Lavin5 years ago in Fiction
Nature's Daughter
Once upon a time, in a quaint cottage hidden away in the woods, there lived a girl by the name of Lycelle. If her sereneness wasn’t enough a clue of her harmony with nature, one might pick it up from how supernaturally she belonged in her little clearing among the trees. From her dark hair falling in loops like the cascading leaves of the willow trees to the way her eyes of earthy garnet and skin of deep sepia seemed to seep the same soothing warmth the very ground she walked on did.
By Sasha Winner5 years ago in Fiction
Her & I
Her chest felt pale and sticky under me as I was sinking into her. If you were to lift me, I’d leave a heart-shaped mark on her chest. It was my spot; It showed that I will always be there with her. Speaking of heart, I remember when hers used to beat. It was when she was with her family. I’m talking about before she tested positive, before her coughs, before her fevers, and before her pneumonia.
By Sterson Stepha5 years ago in Fiction
New World Xaos
“Unsettling oceans linger in your thoughts at night, we suspect. “You came home on break from school first Christmas after you'd gone away...you know you can tell me, signal me somehow, if you remember, if you start to remember; remember remembering can be like trying to catch fireflies in a jar, a spark that can get away unless you make to catch it just so.
By Jordan Cundiff5 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Cities
Nana Hendrics was a plump old woman, who mostly laid in bed these days, or watched the news. Sometimes, she’d sit and make clothes for her children when the lights worked. Nowadays, the lights rarely worked. Most things in Atlantis did not work much anymore. Nana Hendricks was one of the few who recalled life before the sea took it all and swallowed the world whole. She recalled the sun on her face and sand between her toes at the beach. She remembered snow, and the chill in the air during fall. She remembered, and she told her daughter the stories of those last few years. Of memories long gone and mostly removed from the aquatic world they now lived in. She sat in her favorite chair, staring out the window to see the glass. They were one of the lucky ones; They had a house close to the walls and could see the seemingly endless deep blue of the ocean. They saw fish and sea life pass near them each day. When she was a girl, she'd been so enamored with it. She'd sit there for hours and stare at it all, watching the animals she could name.
By Juliet Napier5 years ago in Fiction
