Dystopian
Nichole
She thought back to the waiting room. So long ago when she had made the decision to let death chase her. And chase it had, through the underground, through prophecy, through the wars, she watched the eastern coast burn as they ran. She ran, death at her heals… dancing with her… sometimes so close, it whispered in her ear. And now, it chased her across the water. She felt the ship sway and she starred back at the woman in the mirror. Her hair was streaked white, pulled back in the worn clip. She didn’t remember getting old, it just kind of happened. And just as she couldn’t see how incredibly gorgeous she was in her youth, she couldn’t see how distinguished she was in her age. She held the cloth to her mouth as she coughed. When she first got sick, she hid it well… But the cough became uncontrollable, and the rumors spread like the disease in her body. At least the black handkerchief hid the blood. She took a shuttering breath and turned on her heel. Long ago she shed the poised dresses for more practical clothing. If you plan to outrun death… Her tight black leggings hugged her still muscular legs. But her curves had been lost to the disease. She concealed the loose skin beneath a tunic of blood red and wore a slightly heeled leather boot. Her two guards flanked her as she exited her quarters. Her assistant sat with the wheelchair. She moved too slowly now, too unsteady on the rock of the ship to walk. They maneuvered through the narrow corridor and out onto the deck where the sun beat down mercilessly. She was greeted with the cheers that broke her heart and lifted her spirits. Here were her people, who loved her. Her people, who were half starved, beaten, but not broken. Here were her people she loved. The prophetess came and knelt before her. She raised her eyes to Nichole and gave her a tearful little smile. Nichole returned the smile. Brushing her hands across the young girl’s cheek. “None of that. Tomorrow, we land in the forgotten place and the people need you.”
By Maili Paul2 years ago in Chapters
Snow Humps, continued. Content Warning.
The last thing I remembered was trying to open my eyes and imagining the Buzzard pecking at me and tugging me while staring me down with his beady eyes. I slapped at him, trying to shoo him away, but he was persistent, yanking and pulling at me, lifting me out of the snow drift with his tremendous strength.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Snowhumps continued
The last thing I remember was falling asleep in a soft, white cloud. It was so cozy and warm, I didn't want to move. When I awoke, I saw the Buzzard circling above me, gazing coldly down at me with his beady eyes; plucking and pulling at me, ripping me out of my slumber with persistent attacks.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Precipice Chapter III: RE: INTEGRATION
CHAPTER I CHAPTER II _____________________ A few days later, Avery was finally cleared to leave the city hospital. The call from the nurse was brief, simply describing Avery’s condition as “stable enough.” Normally Nikolai would question the nurse on the fidelity of her lack-luster conclusion, but the memory of Avery’s tears silenced any medical concerns he had. At this point, getting her out of that environment of stress and loneliness would do far more for her than leaving her strapped to a hospital bed.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Chapters
Whisper in the shadows
A mystery that has baffled generations of people is located in the center of a sleepy town that is veiled amid its secrets: the lost labyrinth. Curiosity-piqued people have been captivated by tales of this enigmatic labyrinth, tucked away in the thick forest on the outskirts of the city, for ages. A story that combines mystery, inspiration, and the resolute human spirit awaits you as you set out on this quest to solve the riddle of the hidden labyrinth.
By John Demilade2 years ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
Robbie stared at what the farm should look like; a white house, surrounded by fields on a barren landscape and looked up at what was really there. The house was nowhere to be seen, a forest in it’s place that was over a mile wider than the original boundary of the farm. He knew this because of the milestone next to his feet that read; HELM FARM. 1 Mile.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
When Dave first came to Robbie, the story could not have been less appealing. Although he would never say it, the homeless where not exactly front page material. He’d tried in the past to write stories about the shocking increate of homeless, first due to the pandemic, and then the cost of living. But the fact was that the public didn’t care. It was too close to home with so many people only one pay check away from experiencing it themselves, so they ignored it. Robbie didn’t see the point in wasting his time.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Chapters
New Pangean Shift
"As you can clearly see by studying the map of present-day continents before the Carboniferous-Jurassic period Pangea from 336-175 million BC, each land mass fits together like a perfectly assembled puzzle," I explained to the handful of students assembled in the cavernous auditorium.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
