Fantasy
Palette
The world was mute. I was walking roads I recognized; but everything felt foreign to my body. Visually everything was in the right place and where it should be, but something seemed off. I was strolling down my old neighborhood. Passing my friend’s house, then my house, an old tree me and my childhood friends would hang out at after school, and a pond close by where we ice skated many cold winter nights. Seeing these mementos submerged me in my nostalgia, until all I saw were memories that were long repressed surrounding me at all sides. It brought tears to my eyes seeing friends I hadn’t seen in decades, feeling as if I never left. I was filled with a feeling of love and warmth, and taken back to a time period where everything was simple. But that warm feeling soon went cold. I opened my eyes to see the color palette of the world had drained. The outline of everything was still there, I was just surrounded by a void of black and white. It was strangely beautiful. I kept walking down my neighborhood road until it intersected with the community park. I loved this park as a kid, it brought a smile to my face remembering all the hide and seek games I played here as a child. Remembering these thoughts and memories were great, but I don’t know why I’m here. It feels as if the world hiccupped and I was placed in an area of limbo. The world was still, and quiet. Almost as if a vacuum were keeping the noises from escaping. But as I was cresting a hill, a little ways away from the playground, I heard the faint sound of a chain creaking in the distance. It almost hurt my ears to hear a sound again. I tried to move but I couldn’t. I was frozen in place. As if I weren’t the one who controlled my body anymore. I was so focused on the fear I felt on not being able to hear, that I didn’t even notice what was in front of me. The creaking of the chain continued, and I was barely able to shift my eyes down enough to see a kid sitting on a swing set. Their presence brought an overwhelming amount of fear in my body. I just knew they shouldn’t be here. That they didn’t belong. They were swinging back and forth, but fazing in and out of static. Cascading pink’s and red swirled around them as they glitched back and forth seeming like a virus to this world. I wanted to go. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. I went to scream but nothing came out, I was paralyzed. I was filled with a feeling of dread, as if this were the end. I closed my eyes to look away from the bright array of colors clouding my vision, but when I opened them I had control of my body again. I looked around and I was exactly where I was left off before, but instead this time, the world was basked in color. I saw children running around in the playground and families sitting together feeding the ducks. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and car horns in the distance. I could feel and hear again. But then it hit me. I turned to look at the swing set where I saw the kid before, but there was no one there. There was no one there, but the swing was still swinging back and forth.
By James Hochstetler5 years ago in Fiction
Gilded
Hour 1 Sitting up in bed I can still hear them prattling on about the Golden Age. Trading hilarious stories until they erupt into raucous laughter was the only pause to their incessant talking. Before leaving my room, I marked again. I used to count every morning but now I know by heart; it is day 10,036. It’s been 27 years, 6 months, and 1 day since Three Head left us. That’s when everything stopped. The need to eat, drink, even breathe. There is no more night and day, only a dull orb that hangs in the sky providing just enough light to see. We were abandoned not only by our god but by life itself. That’s when we realized we had no idea how to deal with challenges beyond what to wear to the next banquet. All we did was party, lived in excess, and reveled irresponsibly.
By Chrissy Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
The Brilliance of Pearls
You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, Now you're gone dear, But I'm still here. There is a moment when you first wake up when you have some peace. You mistakenly believe the world is still the same. That moment doesn’t last long. Your eyes open, the peaceful moment passes, then grief falls on you like a monster. It settles over every part of you, smothering you, choking the life out of you, weighing you down, crushing your heart again. You can’t breathe. Tears begin to sneak out of your eyes, despite the fact you were only able to fall asleep because you had finally cried all your tears. Somehow the morning always brings more tears. The peace you felt for two seconds was brutally ripped away again. Day after day after day you wake up, wishing you hadn’t.
By Jerene Buckles5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Assassin
The Last Assassin September 18 2027. It's been 3 months since the end of the outbreak me and my little brother are still alone our parents died before the outbreak they were both leaders of mafia groups thats actually how they met but thats a different story for another time. they were attacked when i was 10 my brother was only 3 they were murdered right in front of us i held my mom in my arms as she slowly drifted away. Before she died she handed me a silver heart shaped locket. When I opened it up it had our favorite picture of me my mom, dad and my little brother JJ in it. I had to look over JJ through the outbreak. It wasn't easy but we got through it and now here we are. I'm now 19 and he is 12. I have taught him alot. My parents taught me how to be a trained assassin when I was young if I had to protect myself and that helped a lot with the zombies. There is a group of people that the zombies have corrupted and now they are trying to keep the population down they call themselves the knight walkers because that is when they are most active.
By Ember Durham 5 years ago in Fiction
Who Loves Me?
2063 Andrina ran. She ran as fast as her legs would take her. The trees raked their branches across her skin and the dirt flung itself to spot her white dress and coat her feet in its murky darkness. Her copper hair flailed itself behind her in a wild mess as she ran for her life. They had finally come. It was her time for the awakening and they knew, they knew she would fight. Her vision had never been her strength but her ears had guided her through this forest for the last 16 years. She knew it better than most and certainly more than the infantry scum that had come for her. She heard the whooshing of the creek faintly to her right and so she veered left. Andrina knew they would assume she would seek refuge with others, and a creek meant a river and a river meant people, if there were any left.
By Amy Volavka5 years ago in Fiction
Helmut's Locket
Garrison meandered along the aisles of shops lined on Canal Street; searching for the gift. He stepped into "El mundo de Curiosidades de Vanessa". He grinned gleefully, "What a ridiculously long name"-he thought. Vanessa's store was stocked with plenty of bespoke N'awlins style ballroom masks, and the typical charming baubles of bluish-green tinted glass figurines we don't seem to have enough of. If we were ever to be a lost and forgotten world, I guarantee the first artifact to resurface would be a little blue glass bird- reminiscent of the 70's show, "The Partridge Family". Ah, beautiful Keith- see, you remember.
By Vanessa Pholeuanghong (Taris)5 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Ones
It is the year 2027 and wars have destroyed the world. Food is scarce, cities are crumbling and burning and only a few million people left on earth. Even worse are the demons, they are everywhere. As I stand at the entrance to our underground bunker, watching for threats, I think back on how all of this started. My group inside the bunker is preparing for the next trek out to find more humans and supplies. We must be careful because demons and entities walk the earth realm in broad daylight. They hunt for food, for them that is humans. My name is Astra, I am a demon hunter. My group and myself knew about and hunted demons walking our realm long before they broke through the veil. Then, many humans were not aware of demons. My group, along with some other groups, knew this was coming. We had been preparing, although knowing this was coming still did not prepare us for when it actually came. This is the end times; it had been prophesized in many forms throughout many cultures. And it was before us. It is the last cycle for humanity.
By Tasha Brock5 years ago in Fiction
Locked in Shadow
The glittering silver chain slithered over Moira’s shoulder and between her breasts. Beloved in the life that came before, her necklace dug tight where it bound her from neck to thigh before lashing around the waist. Snug around her neck back then, the necklace now stretched long enough to chain her to the edge of the glowing blue pool.
By David Marshall5 years ago in Fiction
