Young Adult

The Last Goodbye
“He has what you’re looking for.” My breath caught, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through me, each emotion warring for dominance as I surveyed the man in front of me. His thin face and deep eyes were hidden behind a film of dirt, his dark hair falling in mattered clumps. He was tall and lanky, his skinny limbs settled comfortably under the weight of his battered vest, despite his fragile appearance. A large hunting knife was strapped to his waist. He looked no older than 16, but his eyes held a haunted look beyond his years, and I knew not to mistake him for the child he looked like. This was a child of war, and as such, no child at all.
By S.J.Peck5 years ago in Fiction
A galaxy in a heart
My name is JC, Juliana Christensen. I'm hovering somewhere between the ceiling and the floor. That's me below, my body, comforting Anisa. Mattress on the floor, torch light streaking the concrete.
By Tania 5 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of It
“I want to leave.” The words barely left her lips; a whisper dancing across cherry red lips only to fall into silence. Just as suddenly as the words escaped, her face changed as a puppet possessed.
By Sarah Majewski5 years ago in Fiction
A Day on Death's Door
It was a warm Thursday, or at least I thought it was. Time has been hard to tell since “the incident”. In fact, she should be back by now my wife that is. Her name is Laura and mine is Steven. It has been just over 5 months since the outbreak happened It started when an asteroid hit the earth. Most humans went underground, the ones that were too poor to go were killed. Nearly all animals and insects were wiped out. I go to grab breakfast and realize we have nothing. Well, I guess it is time I look for my wife. “Laura, do you read me, over.” I was starting to get worried, she had always answered her walkie talkie, even sometimes before I finished speaking. Come here Killer! Come here boy! That was my dog Killer, he was a German shepherd that was just over 5 years old, he was a guard dog of sorts. Me and Killer head to the garage to get on the bike, I could feel Killer knew I was worried. When the apocalypse started, we had put improvements on our bikes so that killer or even another person could get on and pedal without any issues. We get on the bike, and we ride for a mile or so when we spot the first corpse, there were no shortage of corpses These days. “WOOF BARK GRRRRRRRRRR WOOF” “what is it boy!” he barked like this whenever he saw food. That is when I noticed it and piece of bacon and a small can of dog food. To say I am starving is an understatement, I had not eaten in a week and a half, that is why she was gone. And now so was the food. It was already in my belly; I used the bacon as a spoon and ate it. I only thought of Killer when I heard him whining. “Oh no, what have I done. Killer has not eaten in a few days we saved the dog food for him and that too had run out. Suddenly he I hear him bark again, but this time it was not food, it was a sprinter, and he was coming right at us! I saw Killer jump on like leg and bite with all his might I grabbed a metal rod I had put in the bike seat and clobbered him. Then I heard a lot of groans, and I turn around to see a bunch of walkers coming at us and the corpse on the ground was turning as well. “Get In Killer! We have to go NOW!” It had seemed that we were free when another horde surprised us. One sprinter ran onto the wheels of the back tire. That made us fall over. “KILLER RUN!” he looked back and then he ran. I Tried to fight them, but one metal rod was no use for the zombies. I got bit and a random zombie that had snuck up behind me. I was thinking “It was over, I hope Lauren is okay” I lay rest. After about 10 seconds I notice a heart shaped locket one of the walker’s neck. The same one I gave Laura for our 5th anniversary. No, it cannot be. “LAURA!”
By Christian Frenette5 years ago in Fiction
The Infinite
It was still dark outside, and I was waiting patiently with the crowd as the train clock chimed five before six. I had my hood pulled tight around my face as the winds ripped through the station. No one was allowed to show their face outside their home or work, so it was convenient for us waiting down here. The rules to keep hoods in place during transit was an initiative to try and prevent other classes from bullying one another. It worked… most of the time. Then there were rogues, people who dealt in slimy business deals that often ended in the local constables coming to break up a fight or deal gone wrong. Nonetheless, the presence of constables did not stop people from continuing to work outside the system, history proved that would never change.
By Catherine Snyder5 years ago in Fiction
The Infinite
It was still dark outside, and I was waiting patiently with the crowd as the train clock chimed five before six. I had my hood pulled tight around my face as the winds ripped through the station. No one was allowed to show their face outside their home or work, so it was convenient for us waiting down here. The rules to keep hoods in place during transit was an initiative to try and prevent other classes from bullying one another. It worked… most of the time. Then there were rogues, people who dealt in slimy business deals that often ended in the local constables coming to break up a fight or deal gone wrong. Nonetheless, the presence of constables did not stop people from continuing to work outside the system, history proved that would never change.
By Catherine Snyder5 years ago in Fiction
Scavenging Duty
She hated scavenging duty. For some reason searching through peoples’ abandoned belongings, trying to find anything useful, always made her feel dirty. It was her turn though and the camp was tense. No one had said it yet but their gardens were not doing well this year. They needed non-perishables. And she needed the distraction.
By Bethany G5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Lock
There was a point before our world stop on a dime where a heart locket was just a heart locket but a particular heart locket was given to some normal girl. On a normal Valentine’s Day which happened to be her birthday. She would open it expecting a picture of her and her boyfriend. But instead of a picture it was a powered fused locket. It should’ve been nothing more and nothing less in certain cases and in examples plus in certain movies or stories you would think it was made up.
By Mark Davis5 years ago in Fiction
Red Origin
Grit poured out of the machine, churning through the hopper like the unsettled, bitter bones of ten billion murdered souls. The harvester crawled forward as the sky faded from dull orange to muted crimson, and finally settled into the darkness of night.
By Darren Eldredge5 years ago in Fiction
Vegetapocalypse
Not a soul among the unsuspecting masses could have predicted that fateful day when they earth's dirt shook. That tragic day when the roots of rebellion rose up, took hold, and society was forsook.
By Robert Frost5 years ago in Fiction
Ophelia & the Heart Shaped Locket
I dare not draw attention to the heart shaped locket I keep tightly wrapped around my ankle, tucked in my sock. It is the very item these roadblocks are designed to find. My heart is in my throat as the guards shuffle us all through one by one. They question with their cold eyes and hard hands. I can’t let the internal panic become visible. We’re so close. Freedom is in sight. I can’t blow this for us.
By Mattlock London5 years ago in Fiction
Lila's Unappealing Apocalyptic Adventures
I woke up in hell with no idea where I was or why I was. I have since decided that this was for the best. I suppose it is easier to accept a new life of damnation if you don’t remember anything better. If you can't recall whatever grievous sins you committed to deserve this reality.
By Alice Mace5 years ago in Fiction