Fantasy
Sew Connected
Art has always been my passion to the point that I even teach it. Many of the things I know it's from experimentation and teaching myself, which is something I try to teach my students everyday. I don't do just one type of art, I do any and everything I can get my hands on. When it comes to textiles the only thing I knew when I first started out was to just try it out and if it didn't work try another way. I started off sewing by hand until my now husband bought me my first sewing machine. I struggled learning how to use it for a long time, but now I usually don't have any problems.
By Aquamarine Fox5 years ago in Fiction
Pandora's Boon
He was standing next to the rusting pumps when he saw the figure shimmering like a mirage in the distance across the ash belt. The pumps hadn’t pumped in years. Not since his grandfather’s time, or so he had been told. He never knew his grandfather. He only vaguely remembered his father. His mother had lived longer, but then the toxicity of ‘The Fission’ had taken her too. He watched the flesh melt from her bones and, when she passed, she felt like a feather in his arms as he laid her in the dusty grave next to the man she had loved.
By Al Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
Manchurian Vaccinate
By Devin Bailey Part 1: The End Begins “It’s been a long week dude,” said Mike greeting Wayne at the door. Since the pandemic began, visits between good time buddies are few and far between. An endless stream of misinformation, political unrest, and general melancholy rolls over the American public and the new normal is just a blurred image on the horizon.
By Devin Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
The empty time
The empty time. After the revenge. The wind is the only thing that is moving. The sky is blue and the sun bright; as if the universe is mocking what is left of humanity. I have crept unwillingly, from my makeshift bed and gazed across the silent town. To escape the stench and probable disease, from all the rotting remains of thousands of human bodies, I have set up camp across the valley in the uninhabited industrial park. No industry now, no anything now, or ever again; it is like looking at a painting that surrounds me a full 360 degrees. I am seeing all, but also taking in so little. It is incredible; almost all humans wiped out in such a short time. Before the news channels faded out they had been reporting the same incredible scenes of destruction, the same mindless killing of any and all humans from all round the world. An orgy of bloodletting and murder. If there is anyone to write a history of the end of humanity, they will claim that it had only taken twenty one days from start to finish. This is not really accurate since the origins of the death and destruction were put in place over several weeks, before the terror was actually unleashed. I guess that much of the history I have ever learnt, is similarly light on factual accuracy.
By Peter Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Ashes
A thick fist, pummelled against the side of a cheek in a roaring backlash, sending the young girl crashing through the space around where she once stood. At first, she was blinded by a haze of her own outstretched limbs, but a more urgent blindness ensued as her head hit the cobblestones and a crimson pool began to stream around her. Tori had expected the pain, it was something she was used to, having lived too long on the streets. “This is the third time in as many weeks," an accusatory figure bellowed at her from high above where she lay "Try to steal fro’me again scum and by the sovereign, you'll wish you were dead."
By Jackson James5 years ago in Fiction
Dawn of the Endless
The figure stood atop the battlements silhouetted by a flickering night sky. He leaned heavily against the stone surface, his hands gripping the top of the structure, his shoulders bunched together. The stench of burning wafted from the city below, a smell tinged with more than just the fiery buildings.
By Craig Grant5 years ago in Fiction
In your darkest moments.
The truth. The very thing that we all seek each day, and yet, it seems so elusive throughout the world. So hard to comprehend. So difficult to discover. The wind comes and the wind goes, back and forward, to and fro, and yet its course is never certain, its patterns of movement so difficult to comprehend. All throughout the world, in the grand scheme of things in all its complexity and intricacies, how does one find the truth? How does someone know what is true and what is not, when truth can be so hard to apply in our everyday lives?
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Fiction
Great-Great Grandfather’s Locket
GREAT-GREAT GRANDFATHER’S LOCKET By Kathryn Page Shimkets What happens when life as we know it, the human connection is virtually non-existent - when our love of family is forced underground. It is the year 2200, few still had distant memories of actual human interactions. Most didn’t even know their surname, or the power that could come with the love of family. Several generations back, after the government forbid parents to allow their children to be homeschooled; and encouraged youngsters to report their parents for any activities that weren’t on the acceptable seven list; my great-great-grandfather designed a simple way to keep our family heritage alive and treasured. A plain heart shaped locket, no real value, except to the one who would hold it and treasure it and know the secrets it held.
By Kathryn Shimkets5 years ago in Fiction
