Short Story
The Designated Judas
Somewhere in the distant dark there is a whining, whirring noise. This sound, emanating from an unknown source, rises and falls in speed and volume, but is otherwise continuous. As consciousness grows, this sound continues in my conscious world, where light also exists, and the source of the sound is revealed. Computer servers. In my house, three or four feet away. Mystery solved. But what is not clear is why I am lying on the floor, and why I have the worst headache of my life. This is a memory. And as messed up as this sounds, especially considering how totally horrible I felt at the time, I now consider those dimly remembered flashes that preceded full comprehension as the last happy moments of my life. Not happy as in a warm feeling of contentment, but as in the unencumbered bliss that is associated with ignorance.
By 5 years ago in Fiction
The story of Vikramaditya - a confused young man who is a real father
The Vedas told this story to Vikramaditya who was carrying the Vedas through the forest. In Jayanagar, there was a young man named Mayan. Ivan had his profession of stealing. Once upon a time when he was wandering around the town to steal at night, the guards on night duty chased him to catch him. The Mayan hid in a room of a nearby house to escape from them. Sukanti, an unmarried young woman in the room, saw him. But she did not betray Mayan to the guards outside. Thus the Mayan had a good impression on Sukanti. Sukanti was also attracted to him for some reason. Then their meeting continued daily that night. At one point Sugandhi became pregnant because they became so close. Knowing this, Mayan also promised to marry her as soon as possible. But while Mayan was unexpectedly involved in a robbery, he died in a fight with police when they tried to arrest him. Sukanti was shocked to hear this. At the same time, her parents wanted her to marry Jayne. Sukanti also hid her pregnancy and married Jayan. Then ten months after giving birth to a baby boy, she convinced everyone, including Jayne, that it was Jayne and her own baby.father, Jayne, died. Nakulan, now a well-to-do teenager, performed the pooja of Didi on the banks of the Ganges to his deceased father Jayan and when he left the Didi body in the Ganges water, two hands appeared out of the water. One of them belongs to Jayan and the other to Mayan. Both, claiming to be Nakula's father, asked him to give Tithi Binda to himself. Nakulan was shocked to see this and told his mother Sukanti about it. Then Sukanti told the truth that Nakula's real father was Mayan. Now Nakula is confused as to whom to give this Didi pint to. “To whom should Vikramaditya Nakula give that piece? Vedalam asked. “The Mayan who made the mistake of making a woman pregnant before marriage. And except for the fact that Nakula was born Mayan, Nakula did nothing of the duty of a father. Nakula's mother Sukanti betrayed Jayan by marrying him and committed a great betrayal to Jayan. At the same time, Jayan considered Nakula as his son and lived and died as his best father. When all this is discussed on the coast, Jayane becomes worthy of receiving the pint. ” The story of Vikramaditya, a young man who refuses to marry a princess; As Vikramaditya was carrying the body from the forest at the request of a sorcerer, the Vedas inside the body began to tell Vikramaditya a story. Here is the story Once upon a time there lived a young man named Kurubasenan in a country called Vijayapur. He was born with a slight deformity in his legs and was unable to move like the others. And since Kurubasena's mother died when he was a boy, his father remarried. His father's second wife, who thus became Kurupasena's stepmother, often pointed out Kurubasena's physical disability and came to demolish him. Thus Kurubasenan came from a frustrated state in life. attended by a number of princes. At that time, Indumati had stated categorically that she would marry only the person who would prove her heroism by participating in the competition organized by her. According to her, the king announced that Princess Indumati would marry a man who would walk on a high platform without even the slightest scratch between the sharp blades on either side and jump over the sand dune a short distance away. Hearing this, many princes gathered there but no one attended the contest.Kurubasenan, who was there at the time, asked the emperor for permission to take part in the contest. The king was hesitant at first to see his physical disability but later gave permission.princess. Thus Princess Indumati also agreed to marry Kurubasenan. But Kurubasenan refused to marry her. “After winning the Vikramaditya contest, why did Kurubasenan, who was born in an ordinary village, get the chance to marry the princess of that country and refuse it? If you know the answer to this, tell me. ” "Kurubasenan had been suffering for a long time due to his aunt complaining about his disability. When such a person hears about the competition, he attends the competition to prove to the world that someone like himself can achieve anything, without worrying about his life. He did not care at all about success or failure in it. At the same time, Kurupasena refused to marry a princess who had won a contest and agreed to marry him, citing a legitimate reason that he was not fit to face a country in danger. ”
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu5 years ago in Fiction
Mordecai the Vampire
A light rain turned mist filled the air around Mordecai's shanty little apartment. The young vampire of 87 years sat poking her little fireplace with her bare fingers, trying to get the small embers to light aflame. The woman had been alone for a few decades now, but she supposed she was okay with it; most of her kind end up alone.
By Quincy Kirkpatrick5 years ago in Fiction
Where it belonged
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...the heavy metal locket swung back and forth on the chain hanging from his belt as he stealthily moved closer to his target. Only moments before the perimeter alarm had been triggered and he could still hear movement in the bushes ahead. It was another night raid by the unfortunate souls, otherwise known as nomies, who were caught living in this world without the protection of a tribe.
By Sarah Christian5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary
The world was dark and cold. The sounds of the locket made me feel at peace ever since my mother Cynthia had gave it to me for protection. Who ever knew such an item could protect a lost soul especially a broken one? I climbed mountains and hills form all over the destroyed city. My home was no where to be found, just some crumbs of things from my past that no longer seems of value anymore to the hungry and dying. I came across the bones of the neighborhood pets and I used my locket to pray for the innocent that were destroyed from the nuclear fire. My heart was stronger walking around the broken-down shelter my fellow towns people warned me about. They were such great people until the fires swallowed them all up. My journey was to find food and water. That is all I can do for now is hope and pray the creatures of the dead does not haunt me or stalk me as my body dies out. I came across a room that felt like mines when I was a little girl. The room used to be pink and so beautiful. Now its dark brown like it was hit with poop stains form some ones miss to the toilet. I loved this locket. The heart shape made me feel like it was a diamond. That is how much I loved it and cherish this piece of metal. Some would call it junk. Others might plan to kill me for it if they find it around my neck let alone in my pocket. As I fell asleep something startled me. It was the locket. The locket started to make a beautiful sound. It could have been the voice of my mother singing a praise song. I thought it was a dream. Then they came for me. The dead flesh ravagers of the night. They moaned and screamed but with a pain in their vocal cords. It hurt me to run and escape but I had to do it. I ran as hard as I could. My feet were so swollen that I fell on my stomach with the locket hanging around my neck. I could not believe what I saw next from the time I looked up and around the curb I slipped on. The Locket had a crack on it and out came a burst of light stronger than the sun. It was the soul of an Angel who looked a lot like my mother. She was strong but not in a masculine kind of way. She was tall and long like an UFO or alien from outer space. Her hair was so golden like the rays from the sun. She hurried and lifted me up off my broken feet and from my tired weak body. She ran so fast with me on her shoulders. I had to even hold on to the sword she had attached to her back. She dodged the ravagers the from night as if she played NFL football for years. I never felt so protected with anyone. The love from the locket has come to life and it was her. The mystery entity that I carried with me this whole time. As I looked up, I had to pray to an eternal entity for blessing me with this person whoever they were I knew I could trust them as I did my own family when they were alive before the nuclear blast hit us. Call me Diamond she said, Diamond the name of the same thing I called this heart locket from the very beginning. Thanks Diamond I said as I gave her the dandiest smile I could show her instead of how hungry and thirsty I was becoming. Do not worry food is not the way Diamond said with an assurance. Food is not the way? I questioned this train of thought coming from her sexy mouth. Yes, you will see in a matter of time. Trust me and my ways. I had no more hope left in me but, I was excited to hear this in such a dystopian world.
By George Lebron5 years ago in Fiction
Time Pendant
Time Pendant By Candace Wambold Kelly was jolted awake by a desperate scream. Looking around her living room, Kelly tried to understand why she was sleeping on the living room floor in the middle of the day. Her head was pounding, and she desperately tried to remember the events that brought her here.
By Candace Wambold5 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Apocalypse
Veda stood in front of the pond, tears streaming down her face. She felt broken. She didn’t know that she had any strength left within her to continue. The last year of her life had been so intense, so emotionally difficult, and Veda was tired of being strong.
By A.M. Harte5 years ago in Fiction
The World As You Once Saw It
Sunday, June 4th, 2122. I’ve been writing for months, so I suppose I should mention how we got here. It gets colder, and darker, the deeper you delve into the earth. And then as time went on it got warmer. Hotter. Almost to the point that it would be uncomfortable. And then it did become uncomfortable. On the way down we build tracks for old mining carts, vertical and once smooth. The tracks are old now, and begging to be replaced or at the very least repaired, so that the nerve-wracking climbs and descents might become less so. When first built they would rattle and creak already, but now there’s clacking, and screeching, and non-rhythmic jolts and jerks that make you wonder if the tracks are finally going to crumble to pieces, unseating the carts as a result, and plummeting the passengers into the darkness below.
By Matt Coryell5 years ago in Fiction
Triumph Over Earth's Tragedy
If you want to know the truth, listen to a person's thoughts. That's exactly what an extraterrestrial is doing, early morning over a neighborhood. A vibrating hood containing his selected study. A study he's been on since 1990. He's been present since the beginning stage of this study's of 30 years. Though a one-sided relationship, the extraterrestrial feels a tight-knit-bond with his extraordinary host. He hovers hologramed in his silvery smooth oval spaceship. Sitting comfy in his invisible single-pilot cockpit, he propels a bit closer to listen intently. His eyes focus in on her like laser beams as she stands at the open back door of her kitchen. He opens his listening portal attempting to interpret and understand the human's thought pattern. He is endlessly entertained by the life of this left-handed, African-American female human being. Fascinated by her being born and raised in Baltimore City's ghetto regions and surviving triumphantly. She survived and knows she blessed to be alive. With an always high crime rate, Baltimore is a city in which you dodge troubled bullets daily. An abundance of Bullet Bills flying like a hard-level board of Mario Brothers. So much hunger. Too much poverty. Walking down the street becomes a gamble. For her it became too much to handle. So she found a mental beach and imaginary sandals. Embracing hope through comforting thoughts, she found a way to break free each day. And every morning the extraterrestrial loved listening to the cute things she'd say. Constantly speaking to herself. Sometimes in a third person way. He begins his journal log of study day 11,120.
By Ebony Burns5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Song
“Are you really the one?” the guard asked. His voice was grittier than Melonie expected. Sounding full of dirt and dust. She contemplated not acknowledging him but saw no immediate victory in defiance. “Yes,” Melonie muttered softly, “It’s me.” The guard took a moment to look her over, not sure if he was more disgusted at her willingness to admit her crime or saddened that she had seemingly lost all hope. The Reset had taken everything. All electricity had been gone for years, but the humble roar of torch flames or candles was more evident that night. They seem to blend well with the musty basement Melonie was being held in.
By Sherman B. Mason5 years ago in Fiction
This Mind of Theirs
I tossed and turned uncomfortably inside my head, waiting for the day when my mind would no longer be my own. It would still contain my memories and the little knowledge I know of the world, but it would be forced below the surface by memories that don't belong to me. I always wondered if being a conduit for our ancestors' memories affected my father at all? Questions like that kept me awake on countless occasions because I knew one day, I'd have the answers. Inevitably, my father would perish, and he will leave behind his entire legacy and the legacy of those who came before. His mind and everything that fills it will transfer to the next in line, me.
By CreepyAuthor5 years ago in Fiction
