Adventure
Where the Railroad Ends
It had been two days and Sayeh hadn't thought about the direction she was heading. There was no point in thinking about such things. The depth of her decision to continue walking centered entirely on the winding railroad, that in her mind knew where it was going. She hadn’t known that kind of certainty for a long time. Not since before Eona; an ecliptic anomaly that forever changed the planet. She didn’t know the science of what had happened, only the outcome. The sky changed color on the hour, and the Earth shook violently for days. Eona’s destructive reign lasted for weeks; Sayeh wasn’t sure exactly how long, as time wasn’t a factor in surviving the catastrophic event. When it was over, the world was unrecognizable. Sixteen years had passed since Eona reshaped everything. A long time to be alone.
By Justin Lagle5 years ago in Fiction
Thank You for Your Kindness
Who knew that this would happen when we elected an optimist? Her kindly face covers the entire screen at the front of the conference room, as we watch her prattle on about the history of kindness. Joyous yellow paint brightens the otherwise office-like décor. An electronic bulletin board at the side of the room scrolls through images of various pictures drawn by public school children from across the nation. My family sits at the end of a long conference table. Cute metallic robots bring us food and drink, while we wait and watch the president on the screen:
By Tanise Robnett5 years ago in Fiction
The Light Within
The day started with me going out to the garden to check on the strawberries. The day was sunny, beautiful, and quiet. It was like any other day. That’s until ‘they’ came. I call them the Malum’s. They wear nice black suits with a red tie. On my way to the garden was the first time I saw them. They came for my mother. I still, over 5 years later have no idea why they were there.
By Arianna Fleck5 years ago in Fiction
Heart shaped locket
Apparently, nights never used to be filled with screams, they would be filled with the hum of vehicles moving about going from a to b. The world my grandparents described to be when I was a boy, mimicked fairy tales of the old world, flying metal birds that could take you just about anywhere in the world. It was a time when it was safe to leave your home without fear of not making it back, this was all before it fell. Some kind of meteor hit the earth somewhere near Russia and the devastation was immediate. After the dust had settled the world became aware that it was more than just a part of the world gone that they had to come to grips with. Immigrants from the chunk of Space rock started stuttering about from any bit of debris left by its collision. It was a mere day before the bombs fell from all over the world and little did they know at the time, it would be the beginning of the end of the human race.
By Jamie Broadhurst 5 years ago in Fiction
Legacy of Ash
Home was no longer home. It was a base, a shelter, a hideout, a safe haven. Still, a part of Tobias Denhart considered it home, even if it was half-buried in black volcanic sand and collapsed on the beach. The pillows with tropical floral designs, though dirty, were still sitting on the wicker chairs in the living room. The kitchen cabinets still had Tobias’s “Boss of the Year” mugs from his business back on Earth before he moved to the colony. Cracked pictures of his brother and his children were lying flat on the dusty coffee table.
By Catherine Kruger5 years ago in Fiction
By Way Of Train
I sat, crammed up against the far wall of the train car, trying to read the next line of my book with each splash of light that came through the vents near the ceiling. Reading was the escape from reality. From the things I had seen and done. From the war.
By Kalani McClendon5 years ago in Fiction
Sappho's Locket
Prologue - Adira My parents were ripped away from me when I was a small child. Their love was forbidden. For 8 years, I have learned to live on my own. The streets have become my domain. I’m like an alley cat - I prowl and I hunt and then I attack with vigor.
By Eliza Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Symbol of Love
Today’s excavation hadn’t really come of much, which wasn’t a surprise since Nam had already combed through this primeval 20th century surface home twice before. However, she insisted on looking it over one last time. There was something about this place that kept bringing her back to look again. All that could be heard in the shell of a house was the rattle of a backpack heavier than Nam, and the sound floorboards creaking with her every step like ice, threatening to crack and pull her below.
By Millie Rowley5 years ago in Fiction
