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Costume Jewelry
Costume Jewelry News via Facebook; the government had been overthrown by enormous hordes of armed militiamen. The capital in Washington D.C. had been set afire and the Washington Monument had been toppled. Whoever had taken control of the government had also seized control of social media and news outlets. According to evening news, martial law had been declared, and a new president would be installed shortly. Cell phones would be suspended within a week. By the end of the first month email would be cancelled too. While phones still worked, we called Mom and Dad and our other sisters.
By David Zinke aka ZINK5 years ago in Fiction
777
All of your friends got It. In fact, you're the only one who didn't get It. The only one. Sighing, she brushed some crumbs of dirt off of her old jeans and made her way towards The Hall once more. It would be the last time for the week..hopefully. All she needed was a few medicinal supplies, some rations, and some batteries for my ittle brother's CD player. If she could just get past Rogenroza Hill without alerting the Ojos, then she would be fine.
By Dezzy Yates5 years ago in Fiction
A Fighter's Miracle Part 1
Smoke tickled the nostrils of 12-year-old Moses Swift as he snored in his sleep. Then, unconsciously, he turns to the other side, and the smoke followed him burning his eyes. He bolted up, hitting his head on the board above him as smoke circled him in an embrace. He coughed, glancing around in the semi-darkness as screams of fire from above and around him jolts him fully awake.
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Fiction
The Midnight Train
The train station was a decrepit building with a veranda shading the platform overlooking the tracks. Beyond the tracks was only a glowing, snow-covered field. Shadows of trees in the distance created a black wall of darkness that the moon’s light could not penetrate. The beginning of winter struck when I first sat on the wooden bench, watching the travelers take the night train.
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
Will
Will had never felt so jaded, so frustrated in his life. And that was saying something. Seventeen years ago, Jennifer had found a baby boy whining in a ditch. Two street dogs sniffed at him, plainly considering whether the loud small thing would attack if they tried mauling its face off. Being the godly woman she ever was, Jennifer chased the brutes away, picked up the baby, and carried it into her prim Victorian-style house. Will was then only seven months old, but still nowadays he had flashbacks, of shouting, a hazy image of a bloody lip…and more, vague things, which he could never quite place, however hard he tried to.
By Anuraag Ghosh5 years ago in Fiction
The Change is Needed
Walking down the dusty road, in a seemingly abandoned city, I keep my eyes peeled for any movement. Whether it's human or beast, I cannot be too careful, especially in this day and age. Since everyone seems to be willing to fight, and the animals have become feral and more aggressive than they once were.
By Ashley Tenold5 years ago in Fiction
The Reset
Something was wrong. I had seen this street countless times, walked the same steps nearly every weekend; I remembered how I had avoided walking past the house with the chain link fence that looked moments from falling down. Something was off and it unsettled me. I struggled to ignore the anxiety that was rising in my chest, the pool of acid that had started to collect within my lungs was making every breath increasingly more difficult. The trees were taller, the street littered with piles of leaves and weeds pushing through the pavement. The world started to spin and I realised I was hyperventilating, my heaving chest making the ground beneath me rock. The chain-link fence had met its demise, some time ago judging by the garden that had now overtaken it. I wondered what had happened to the dog that used to live at the end of a chain behind that rusted wire. I started to get light headed as I realised - it was silent. Not the quiet of a casual afternoon but dead-quite. The dog was no longer there barking at all that went past, there was no movement. I stopped walking and tried to focus on my feet planted on the pavement, tried to think of the warmth of the sun on my skin and the breeze in my hair. I sucked in a deep breath and held it, willing my heart to find a slower rhythm, begging my lungs to expel the acrid effervescence with my breath. Settling into the closest I could get to calm I inhaled once more before lifting my head and opening the gate to house number 43.
By Obsidian Words5 years ago in Fiction
