Fantasy
The City Orphan
The sun hung low in the sky, as it had for, I think, the last two days. It could have been more, or less, than that – it was hard to tell anymore. I restlessly snapped open the heart-shaped locket that I wore around my neck. The catch was worn from the constant opening and closing that had started as a nervous habit and was now an almost constant tic. I looked at the photograph of my parents, faded and dusty, like my memories of them. They looked happy. It must have been before the war, maybe even before I was born. Nobody was ever happy after the war. Those who were left, anyway. After the bombs fell, clouds of dust hung in the air for months. Most of the people who survived the initial blasts got sick. Crops failed, but there weren’t that many left to feed by then anyway, so it didn’t matter as much. I was younger when it happened and whatever adults I happened to find myself around would usually make sure I got something. Now, at nineteen, I mostly kept to myself. Only a few hundred people were left camping in the buildings surrounding the massive crater that used to be New York City. I knew a few that were ok to trade with and a few that had to be avoided at all costs. Most of the rest were practically zombies, as hollowed out as the crumbling brownstones they occupied. They just kept moving day after day as though they were already dead and hadn’t realized it yet. Click. I snapped the locket shut again. Click. Open. The photo of my parents was still there, as faded as before. I tried to remember what they were like. Click.
By Randi O'Malley Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Sirius-Rayett
Aeliana should be dead. She walked along the desolate streets. The sound of silence was painfully loud. Her body ached; her soul mourned. She did not know how much time had passed since the comet crashed and obliterated all life. She wondered how it is she survived. How she is still surviving.
By Jazmin Alvarado5 years ago in Fiction
God's Heart and the Light One
It had happened. Lucifer had won the war. He’d beaten God and defeated His supporting angels. The only hope for humanity now was the remnants of God’s heart scattered throughout the Earth and the Light One; the one being who could put them back together again to defeat Lucifer and save all of humanity.
By Alexis McNeel5 years ago in Fiction
Just Another Day
“Haah, Haah, haah, dang it where is that door,” the young woman stated, as she rushed through yet another dark hallway, the way forward only illuminated by a small flashlight, the sound of rattling and hurried footsteps also part of her frantic flight.
By Rafael M. Lench5 years ago in Fiction
For Your Freedom
“Hey.” A soft, young female voice called out to me. The haze in my head slowly started to lift as I blinked aggressively against the dim light that flooded into the space I had been curled up in. The events leading up to this point began to fade back, blotchy and distorted as I tried to sit myself up, but found I couldn’t as my body didn’t respond as I tried to move.
By Logan Webster5 years ago in Fiction
Clover's Heart
Seattle has always been the home of 17 year old Clover Carter. Seattle used to be a large city filled with hopeful folks following their dreams. Now, after the war, the residents travel to work to do the jobs assigned to them by Supreme Leader Salem DeCarlo.
By Brooke Grabill5 years ago in Fiction
The old hunter
Boris sat by his smouldering campfire, watching the flames. Occasionally he’d throw a lump of wood on the embers that would catch and prolong his only source of warmth. Boris liked fire, it hurt of cause. If you were stupid with it. Then again if you were smart it could cook a meal or dive away wolves or light the way. Boris liked fire.
By Problematic Paragraph5 years ago in Fiction
Dear Stephanie,
"Mom, please get up. We have to go now." "No, I won't make It. You have to get out of here Stephanie." Things were quickly becoming dire In the small, abandoned shack they had been calling home since the outbreak began. But she knew how to survive. They had been in complete destitution since her father was taken away so many years ago, surviving was her skill set. A life that she had become accustomed to. A life that she vowed to keep her son from living, but that vow was broken the day the world started to bleed from every crevice of Its body. A bottle of water was worth more than gold in this world. Or sharing a scrap of stale molded bread was like dining at a Five- star restaurant. Now she was being forced to make a heartbreaking decision. To leave her infected and dying mother behind while she made the unforgiving journey to SanAntonio, Texas, with her young son. "I need to give you something." Linda directed her to a small box on the wooden table. "What Is this Mom?" she squinted her eyes in the darkness at the shiny object her mother retrieved from the small box. "This locket was a gift from your father on our wedding day. She caressed the locket between her frail fingers as tears fell slowly down her cheek. "He told me that It would be extremely important to us one day. I have to tell you why your father was taken away, I should've told you a long time ago. When we're in the marines, your dad knew and saw a lot of things. More than I did in fact. He started to change when we came home for leave, saying he wasn't going back. I was going back with or without him but he was dead set on not returning. He wouldn't tell me why though. So I decided to return and he went AWOL. I found out I was pregnant and I returned home. You stayed with your grandmother until I was discharged. It was hard raising a child without him, but I managed. All I had was this locket, I used to think he cared more about this thing than he did us." she chuckled. Stephanie kneeled in front of her mother and wiped away her tears. "Why is It so important mom? What are you not telling me?" The wind was picking up sending waves of cool air through the broken windows of the shack "Aaron wasn't crazy. He had his reasons for not returning. he told me why this locket was so Important and that you would need it one day. Now that day has come, and you have to get to him before It's too late Stephanie." "Tell me why! What if we don't make it, what if I get sick too and Carter ends up out there alone Mom!" "You'll make it if you leave now. It's a two-hour drive to the address he wrote on the note. Go now!" Stephanie rushed to gather what items she could and wrapped her mother in her American flag quilt, determined to get her to the SUV they had found. "Come on we're leaving you can't stay here. That sickness is saturated in the air there has to be somewhere someone left. You were in the military Mom, you have to know something please!" Taking shallow breaths, Linda pointed to the locket now encased in her daughter's palm and said weakly "Guard that locket with your life, Stephanie. You have to have it when you find him, your father will explain everything to you once you and Carter arrive. You are very special Steph, you're so brave and you've been the best daughter a mother could ask for. Your son will know how special and brave his mommy is one day because he's special too. Whatever you do, don't lose that locket it's all you need to keep you and Carter safe. I love you and tell your father I always believed him." Then silence loudly filled the air as Linda took her dying breath. "Mom! No, come on I can get us there please get up!"
By Keta Smith5 years ago in Fiction
