Young Adult

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
You can't eat gold
It was in moments like these Aaron would ponder the things his father would tell him as a child. “It’ll be like the days of the pioneer’s son. Freedom. Ungoverned. Free from modernity.”
By Juniper Whittall5 years ago in Fiction
Running Away
Two weeks. That’s how long Brooklyn had been hiding under her house. In a way the cramped space was comforting, she used to hide there when she was a kid. Her mother would have these “moods” as she called it, and Brooklyn would seek shelter under the house in the cold dirt. The bugs and spiders never bothered her; in fact, they would fascinate her. Even now, watching the spider crawl over her hand was calming, took her mind off the insanity going on out there or what she assumed was going on out there.
By Libby Black5 years ago in Fiction
LOVE BANNED
L•O•V•E - an intense feeling of deep affection. I•N•F•A•T•U•A•T•I•O•N - an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something.
By Kelsi Crotser5 years ago in Fiction
The Red Door
I never meant to hurt anyone. I just wanted to know why the area was restricted. All my life there have been walls or fences and dark. The area beyond the fences was the restricted area. There were no visible lights in the restricted area. No one was allowed to go there. I never knew if they were trying to keep something out or keep something in. My father always said they were watching, but I was too young to understand who they were or why they would be watching. When I turned 12 years old, I remember a loud knock at the door and guards coming in to take me away that night. They said I was being put into quarantine. I didn’t understand why or what I did wrong. I couldn’t see my father while I was away. The time seemed to pass very slowly in quarantine.
By Sara Kovac5 years ago in Fiction
I am old
I am old now with my story coming to an end. I remember a time when flowers bloomed, and the days unfolded with birds and blue skies, but those days are gone now it is too hot to go outside. The birds have long burned, and the blue skies are hot with fire. The ones that survived have been through the height of trauma but the ones that remember are the ones doomed. Times are different people survive. I received my locket today. My fate is but days away.
By Page Neihoff5 years ago in Fiction