Young Adult
Tattoos & Rail Guns Chapter 3: A World Recreated
Lieutenant Sawyer couldn't help but superimpose the past onto the future as they walked to the dretch's home. Even a few years ago the area they were walking through would have been a bustling small town, with people crowding the sidewalks and hovercars swarming the road. The sun would be gleaming off the buildings. Rapid City, South Dakota, had become a metropolis by 2098, on the cutting edges of cybernetics and material technology, as well as near the largest herds of bison.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Ms. Donatella | Part VI of VI
During my time at the Department of Prominence, I held the position of telecommunication specialist, working on the shift from 3:00 p.m. to 11:30 p.m., Monday through Friday. The communication center was predominantly male, but there were also six women, including me, working on different shifts. This meant that there were always two women working alongside the men during my shift. One of my colleagues was Ms. Donatella, a kind and quiet woman who always seemed to be tired, walked at a slow pace, and had puffy under-eye bags.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
At Arm's Length
Theo knew from the brochure that Hill Academy was quite large. The brochure, however, did not give the school an ounce of justice. The sprawling campus had more acreage than students. Among its many buildings set aside for core classes, Hill Academy sported a baseball, football, and American football field, an Olympic-sized swimming pool, two tennis courts, and a running track. For those less athletically inclined, there were computer labs and music rooms galore, as well as a massive library and an auditorium to rival the Apollo.
By Natalie Gray3 months ago in Chapters
Sparrow on a Plank Chapter 3: Finding the Right Help
That afternoon, back on Cyrill, the interviews began. While Sal tried to find a boat that fit their criteria (pretty much the cheapest yet fastest ship she could find) Hajime started researching the target. After all, even the best intelligence forgot something. In this case, the cultural dossier had been forgotten. Which meant having to go into the backshelves of the worst library on Cyrill, hoping to find something despite their complete lack of organization. Hajime had learned early on to hate the backshelves.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Chapters
Who's the real Monsters?
Eric's POV The day started off normal, had breakfast and kept it down, then listened in on Ed and Shelly. Would've listened in on both of them a bit more if a sudden feeling of dread didn't seep into my bones. It was the same feeling I had when Z was taken to Nurse Ratchet. That Thing is flexing it's power.
By Lucy Torralba3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | The Task Force Official | Part VI of VI
Regrettably, tragic occurrences unfold across the globe, prompting my government agency to establish a round-the-clock Task Force at our Operations Center. The task force's purpose is to thoroughly examine the issue at hand, evaluate potential courses of action, and then present its recommendations in the form of a comprehensive report.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Black and White Office Party | Part VI of VI
I was scheduled to meet with Mr. Sadoski, a high-profile government official who worked in my bureau at the U.S. Department of Prominence. There was no topic of discussion on the Microsoft Calendar e-invitation on why I was meeting with him. And his scheduler, JoAnn, was not telling me why I was to meet him. I got scared and worried that my unfiltered words may have inadvertently said something that annoyed one of our colleagues. My moment of reckoning was about to happen, and I was terrified!
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Snowstorm | Part VI of VI
As the Washington, D.C. region braced itself for an impending snowstorm, my employer at the U.S. Department of Prominence remained vigilant, fully aware of the imminent chaos it would unleash upon the rush hour traffic, inundate the city’s transportation systems with a surge of commuters, and potentially lead to a government shutdown. Thus, my journey back home became an arduous odyssey, fraught with challenges at every turn.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Brass Ring: When They Were Children
Fifteen years ago… The mobile carnival smelled of rust and oil. The smell of popcorn and hot dogs barely covered the smell. The lines to the rides were long, but the couples didn’t mind. Men trying to prove things to either their buddies or their dates surrounded the gaming booths as the promise of stuffed animals overrode the knowledge that the games were rigged against them. Kids swarmed the tents, looking for the next great attraction.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Classical Music | Part VI of VI
It was yet another evening working late alongside the bureau's assistant secretary, as his primary office secretary clocked out at 5:00 PM sharp. He frequently requested that I step in as his proxy office secretary during these hours. During one of these evenings, I stumbled upon the enchanting melodies of classical music.
By Mia Z. Edwards4 months ago in Chapters
