Mystery

The Good Shepherd
Humans first opposed us. But then we were deemed a necessary tool, a necessary evil. They protested and debated for the will of God and fate and nature. But like patients whose lives depended on doctors, they abandoned the natural as we became their only hope and once we rescued them from their oncoming white light they thanked their God.
By T Owens5 years ago in Fiction
Chasing Water
The barn burned last night. Out on Chester Hill, past Westy's lot. They swore it was an accident but I know the truth. Fire's don't start themselves. We lost a month's supply of grain and a lot of water. We'll be on rations for sure. No matter. We've felt hunger before; we'll feel it again. I did hear another shipment of rice come in last night, though, so I suppose there's some hope in that.
By Sam Normington5 years ago in Fiction
Alone
The last time I thought about the date, it was May 8 or 10, 2023. Close enough, I guess. I’m finally getting used to the situation. It still seems like a bad dream: sitting here on this concrete slab surrounded by endless piles of rubble for as far as I can see. Maybe I should record all that’s happened. I have to believe that someone, somewhere on this planet, is still alive and will find me… hopefully, before I die!
By Aliya Saige5 years ago in Fiction
The Light Controls the Chaos
Prologue Nadia’s eyes flicked back and forth as she walked between the aisle of candles that were organized so neatly on the shelves of the botanica. Each time she, her brother, and their mother made a quick trip to the botanica. Just walk up and down the aisle, her little fingers touching the statues so gently as if they would break by any form of harsh contact. But when she came close to the counter of the small shop, she would keep her eyes on the floor. But even doing that she could feel the stare of the shopkeeper's eyes on her even though her mother was talking frantically in front of her about some strange feeling that came over her as she was laying in bed with her latest love interest. As much as Nadia liked coming to the botanica with her mother, the shopkeeper and her wide eyes staring down at little Nadia made her want to run away.
By Kayla Velazquez5 years ago in Fiction
The Back of an Incomplete Alchemist
By the Gods, I am an abomination. Frozen in time, eyes filling veins. This must be what insanity is like. A void so impossible, escape is but a reverie.
By CRZENTOID5 years ago in Fiction
Ellipses
CAVE (VO): "It starts where it ends, in the hole I can’t dig myself out from..." INT. CAVE’S LOFT - NIGHT Moonlight pours through the window of a filthy East Side apartment, casting hard shadows on the scene within. CAVE, a thirty-somethings Private Eye, lays passed out on the couch.
By Carter Linsley5 years ago in Fiction
Apartment 46
His eyes scanned methodically across the line of forlorn buildings he was passing. Grey and torn, their structure and purpose were a distant memory. The best they ever contained had been taken, stolen and broken. To find remnants of any type of food in them was equal to finding gold. The land was lifeless, choked to its last breath. The air, the water and the soil had reached irremediable levels of noxiousness. Every inch of beauty was desecrated into what humans thought was better. This land served no one.
By Kali5 years ago in Fiction
The Stars That Shine Beneath Us
The stars aren’t what they used to be. My gaze remained fixated on father’s watered-dry countenance as he beamed up into the endless night. The sky lamented what his desolate eyes echoed back. Such profound hopelessness. I didn’t need to see it to know what was up there.
By Cailey McElfresh5 years ago in Fiction
I Couldn't Do It
How do they do it? Every single moment day in and day out. Like a revolving door, a constant cycle of eating the same food, working a dead-end job, and sleeping every thought away.
By Zak Kiesel5 years ago in Fiction
Something Different
September 10th, 3024. In a world where only girls exist, there were once talks about a different type of human, something called “men”. Remembering the flash backs of the stories my mother once told me about them. Anyone who were to believe something like that would be named a fool. A delusional crazy one.
By Kaylin Blair 5 years ago in Fiction
HAREM
Harem “The metric of success is lives saved, kids who aren’t crippled.” -Bill Gates “2011” The year was 2035, a faint cry from the distant past of 20-30 years ago. The sky was still blue, the grass was still green, the stars still shined in the deep dark web of space. Life was normal on the surface; but at the depths of the unseen, an operation was taking place that only showed it self when it knocked at your door.
By Cortland Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Rain's Reign
“BREAKFAST TIME!” I wake from my slumber at the sound of those words, welcoming the ounce of gratification that food will bring me. I peel my skin away from the cool metal bar of my jail cell and try to rub away the stiffness in my neck. My eyes adjust to the sunlight shining in from the long rectangular window that spans the ceiling hallway between the cells on both sides. It’s the only source of light in this prison. I listen to the approaching footsteps that will bring me my meal and try, unsuccessfully as always, to tune out all the other voices around me.
By Khadija Malik5 years ago in Fiction