Mystery
The worlds end
iting......The year is 2024 and widespread panic has erupted in the United States. It seems as if the laws of the land are no more. Everybody is out for themselves and there are no more peace officers fighting against Crime committed by those who had made a living doing so. There is an uneasy feeling everywhere you go. Everybody is being monitored by surveillance. This is being done by those in charge and the same people for having us move like animals. It is as if we are being herded around like some cows. We aren't allowed to make a move without it being documented. The money system as we knew it is no more. It has changed completely. What we used to know as dollar bills and coin change no longer exists. An individual's value and assets are now incryptions in a computer system called xtronic. Whatever monetary value you may have is kept in this computer system. People everywhere are killing each other and transferring over their wealth by an NFC capability that has been programmed into a little SD memory cards that have been implanted in each person's left eye.This lawlessness is absurd! It has everybody turning on each other. Mothers and fathers even killing their own kids to transfer the riches over to their own xtronic accounts. How did all this ugliness begin? Why did it begin? What has people acting this way and doing the things that they are ? I know I have the reasons that I assume things are the way they are but it's not for sure. Could it be 3 years ago in 2021 at the beginning of the administering of the Worldwide covid-19 pandemic vaccines that it was all a plot. A plot put together by the government to create the world's worst democracy driven country the world had ever seen. Could it be that the government already knew exactly what would happen after they started administering this drug to people without even knowing the side effects. Could This be the government's way of population control in the world and that after enough people have been killed for the riches that everybody would be brought back to normal ? Who knows ? Where do the answers lie to all these questions ? Will we ever know ? Is the government the Antichrist that was spoken of in the history of theology? The one and only hope that this world has is one child that was born of an unknown species. That species being of both human and an extraterrestrial hybrid that is too fast and too powerful for the Democracy-19 to catch and be forced to undergo the process of having that little SD card implanted into the left eye. This child Bears a heart-shaped locket that contains the only virtual key and Vital Information needed to destroy Democracy - 19. This child must be protected so that we could possibly restore the United States back to a nation under God. The only thing is that this child must make it to a mature-age to reach puberty in order to save this country from its present state of disaster. Will this child make it? Could it be that it could Dodge the Democracy-19 long enough to reach its teen years to save the US. Who knows? I do not even know my own gender I don't understand how I came to be. I don't even understand who I really am or what I really am . I do know this I will try with all the strength and endurance I have so that I can do what I was sent to this world to do. All I can do is pray that I will never be caught before I can save our United States of America!. I know that I love this country and that it is supposed to be the land of the free I know that it is supposed to be the land of the Brave. I hope I can pull this off. I will do my best. For now I shall rest and stay hidden from what I believe is the government.
By Matthew Clark5 years ago in Fiction
Lucy's Ghost
As a veteran middle school teacher, I have seen my fair share of strange kids come through my classroom, but few students will stand out stronger in my memory than Lucy Kandle. Lucy was a quiet yet inquisitive girl who recently tormented my homeroom class. Here I was, a grizzled veteran, facing off with a small copper-haired girl who questioned everything and used the question "why?" like an instrument of torture. Taming her insatiable, infuriating curiosity into a force for learning has been one of the greatest hurdles in my teaching career.
By Dorothy Thicket5 years ago in Fiction
JOHARI
The only strength I had left was holding my necklace together. One of the last pieces of Papa leaves marks of resistance on my hands, kissing every part of my calloused skin gasping for air. The harsh screams glue my eyes shut, and no matter how hard I fight it, the same memory plays in my head over and over again; Papa kisses me goodnight and asks me, “What do you think the world is made up of?” He smells like tears and decay, and his face is full of agony as if he knew something I didn’t. I smiled and said, “Papa, the world is just like you.” He fixes his face to smile and tucks me in, leaving the door cracked for only a stream of light to gleam into my room—one foot in front of the other, his loud thumps fade. I can hear faint whispers of his weeping. Time passes, and my room is filled with the calming screams of cicadas. I slowly shut my eyes and soon found myself embraced with a cold wind, left in the rain with his Heart-shaped locket trembling in my hands. Alone. Cold. Confused. That was four years ago.
By Ainae Nielsen5 years ago in Fiction
The Musician
The things we consider real are, in my opinion, extremely fluid. Even your own mind doesn’t know if what you’re experiencing is “real” or a dream. Are you actually reading this? Or are you wrapped in silk sheets while images of pages and words flit underneath your eyelids? Am I writing this, or am I laying in a field of budding flowers and wild grasses, unconscious and vulnerable to whatever may prey on me? Our lives are full of these questions, to which there may never be an answer. At least until we wake up.
By Erin McGarrity5 years ago in Fiction
The Arrogance of Hope
This is getting old, John thought as he paused in the doorway of the dilapidated home. A gruesome scene met his gaze. Three lifeless but swollen bodies occupied the living room. The smell, while awful, wasn’t enough to trigger his gag reflex. He wasn’t sure what it said about him that he had become numb, apathetic even, to these moments of death, but what did anyone expect after everything had fallen apart?
By Andre Mason5 years ago in Fiction
The Seeds Of Desolation
Isn't it ironic that the human eye can be blinded by both light and darkness. The brightest beam of lights can leave us seeing nothing but white while the darkest night leaves us submerged in black. The day that ignited rampant rampage upon the Earth, was a day starting the topple of humanity's dominos. The day the beams began. The day an event took place causing an uproar in human life.
By Ebony Burns5 years ago in Fiction
Darwinism
The dark, dreary clouds that overcast the sky transfigured into fluffy lumps resembling scoops of vanilla ice cream. The smell of death, despair, and destruction faded into that of lavender, laughter, and love. A sun once destined to extinction now radiated beams that cracked through clouds. This unbelievably rapid metamorphosis took a century. The human race forgot about the plague that almost wiped them out. Everything became perfect in this utopian world.
By Mojisola Akinwande5 years ago in Fiction
The Sunken City
The few who survived the flash sauntered along the barren road in a bleary daze. Exhausted and stupefied, a band of ragged and disheveled youths dragged their footsteps along against the blazing heat. The pack was led by a boy of sixteen. Behind him trudged ten, six boys and four girls, all younger and (more unsure of themselves). It was Luke’s naturally assertive and commanding demeanor that convinced the reluctant children to depart from the ruined town in search of other survivors. The troop of kids were playing within an old bunker when death swept across the land and decimated everything within its path. When the deafening crash thundered across the sky, the children hurried up the ladder, and in vain, pushed against the hatch. The howling wind of a thousand gales pressurized against the vault and trapped the children for four days. When the wind ceased, it was immediately noticeable; it was as if someone were clapping cymbals in their ears without pause for days on end and suddenly relented. In fact, the abrupt quietude filled the air almost as quickly as did the howling, and from their restless sleep did the children awaken and anxiously scramble up the ladder. The open air was clogged with a thick layer of sand and sent the children immediately into fits of coughing. The wind, although distinctly calmer, still blew turbulently. The sky was a terrible haze of deep orange and sanguine streaks, and against the dust, the sun struggled to pierce through. Fine sand particles moving through the turbulent gusts of air scratched at the children’s exposed eyes and effectively blinded them, sending the investigation party back beneath the ground.The sand-beaten children sat rubbing at their irritated eyes, while those who had remained underground waited impatiently for a report.
By Jonah Blue Krell5 years ago in Fiction
Reset
“What? Where am I?” I mouth to myself as I’m standing in front of a mirror holding a bloodied bat in one hand and a reindeer mask in the other. Why is my heart racing? Why am I sore all over? What the hell just happened? I lean closer to the mirror to get a better look at my reflection. Even without a good source of light I can see that my face is bruised. The top of my head appears to be bleeding. “Is this my blood?” I wonder. My polo shirt is ripped at the collar seemingly from being pulled on. I feel I have just gotten into a fight... but with who? Where is the other person? My nerves are exhausted, I can feel my body has been panicking for longer than I remember. The muscles on my body are so tightly clenched, I can barely take a breath without shivering. Unless I find out what’s going on I’m not sure this will stop. I reach for my pocket and pull out a remote and a heart locket. I fidget with the remote for a bit but it doesn’t seem to respond with anything so I set it down. The locket is pretty plain and has a picture of a man and who I would guess is his daughter. “Why do I have this?”
By Evan Hernandez5 years ago in Fiction
