Write a story in which something seemingly innocent symbolizes something much darker.
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“Corruption ” by Kira Krieger
On a grassy cliff of Angel’s Haven’s shoreline, Katniss and Zoe were inched towards the edge by an opposing force. Even with their combined years of fighting abilities, the enormity of the group attacking them forced closer and closer to an afternoon swim with razor rocks. The fifteen hooded figures didn’t stop until the ledge fell out from under the girls.Mid fall, every molecule in their bodies were ripped apart and transported to craft dozens of kilometers above the small peninsula town. The two laid unconscious on two metal bed...
“THE PREDATOR AND THE PREY” by Patricia Buyu
THE PREDATOR AND THE PREYZuri felt her phone buzz from under the sofa cushion she was sitting on, she slowly groped for it and turned it to face the screen. A sigh of irritation followed next as she stared daggers at the caller. Quickly, she slid the green call button to the red one cutting it off and threw the phone to the corner of the sofa she was lying on. It landed with a dangerous thud next to her feet almost hitting the arm of the sofa and come toppling down to the shiny marble floor ...
“ Candle in the Dark” by Deborah Mercer
CANDLE IN THE DARKThey have let me keep the candle. Oh, of course I’m not allowed to light it. Even if someone visiting me (if anyone ever did, apart from Frances) managed to smuggle in a lighter, or a match, then I don’t for one minute doubt, some sensor, or some surveillance, would immediately set off an alarm that reverberated through the whole building. Or on second thoughts – maybe not. They wouldn’t want to cause panic. It would probably just sound in the relevant room.
“Indigo Blue” by Agnes Sharan
DisclaimerThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
“Picture This” by Pamela Raymond
He emptied the box of photos on to the kitchen counter. Saturday morning garage sales were rarely this fruitful. He sifted through the treasure trove of old snapshots. Patinaed with the sepia glow of history, this collection of arbitrary memories would work perfectly for his next project.He flipped through the photographs so quickly that he almost missed the black and white image of a burned down lot. It seemed out of place with the rest of the box’s contents.Lucy sauntered in from the backyard. “Hey, did you find anything s...
“A Little Bit of Light” by Robert Rice
There are times when people need to relax and let the world go on with its business. Such was the case with General Cansey and Colonel White who were seated at a table on the veranda of Colonel White’s magnificent countryside mansion enjoying the morning air, having coffee and conversing casually. “Nice place you’ve got here, Colonel. Wouldn’t mind having something like i...
“The Birds” by Nicole Chapman
A soft squeaking noise emerged from the side of tiny, chipped porcelain teacup while my fingers slipped lazily around the edges due to iridescent soap bubbles latched onto the lip. While washing the prized heirloom passed down from Nana, the sunlight trickled through the large, poorly insulated glass window allowing for a gentle kiss of warmth to brush my peaceful sideways grin as I watch out into the morning. Dew twinkled like starshine on the overgrown patches of weeds, grass and flowers in my backyard that seemed to melt int...
“The Cane” by Donald Devaul
How did it come to this? Is it your fault? You're cooped up in a crappy motel, with nothing but your cane and your thoughts. You grab your cane, that's laying on the bed. It's a black cane with several large grooves just before the silver head on the top. The Initials 'B.D.' are etched into the top from when you were a kid. Your dad wasn't happy that you were playing with the cane, but he was amused and surprised that you managed to etch his initials. Even if it did scratch up the handle. Your smile is quickly replaced with grief and ange...
“Doomsday” by MeAnna Williams
“Doomsdeh is cuhmin’ son.”These were the words of my father whom I'd admired greatly. He had always told me about Doomsday and its coming, but I had never believed him. Honestly, I didn't even really knew what it meant. And, as the typical carefree child, who cared about any of that crap?“Timothy! Pick up ya’ trash!”He’d yell at me for being a litterbug. When you're seven, or even much younger than that, you’d usually be scorned for drawing on the walls, not “littering.”“Timothy! Don' spit’cha gum out in duh oc...
“Dear Dolly” by Minty Blossom
I thought that day would've been fun. The sun shone down on me, highlighting the beautiful pearl necklace I'd put on that morning. The bright arrays of light seemed to tell me that everything would go smoothly- But it couldn't have been further from the truth. As I walked along the cobblestone pathway, the trees of the seemingly never-ending forest surrounding me like a garden's fence, I hummed a soft melody that, at the time, I thought only an angel could re-create. Every step I took felt surreal, every firefly an accent in this fairy-t...
“Harvesting Teeth” by Jordan Clifford
The last thing I want to do is offend you. Or, worse still, for you to think that I'm ungrateful for the gifts that you leave me - those white soldiers which you stow softly beneath your pillows. I'm immeasurably thankful each time I lift your heads with soothing whispers and take one of them. Such a wonder they are, those tiny sticks of chalk which nestle humbly into the palms of my hands. It's what I was made for.Yet despite my gratitude I can't he...
“The Gift” by Jamen Smith
A girl wakes up on a snowy, and calm Christmas morning. Her heart filled with excitement for what the day brings. The white clock on the walls ticks slowly and patiently. Seconds come and go. The gifts are wrapped in beautiful bright colors. All except one…a medium sized gift lays in the middle of the widely assorted shapes, sizes and colors of presents. Wrapped in a shiny white silk fabric. The girl stands in awe of the beautiful wrapping that she doesn’t hear her parents come into the room.The girl’s parents watch her. They...
“Dark Oak” by Jessica Porter
The sun filters in a green cascade of rupturtered light through the canopy, banking on the moss ridden rocks and leaf strewn ground. All around is the twittering of birds and swishing of tails throughout the dense forest. In the center of it all stands a single sprout, rising up through the floor, the beginnings of a new life. The very air holds still in anticipation, for what seems a lifetime. Soon, everything restarts enmasse. Shivers of despondent disappointment happen all around. The sprout has no idea ...
“The Bus Stop” by Mara Willingham
The clouds had gathered over the town casting a grey light on the bus stop at the end of the street. It was here that Mandy sat on the bench, purse clutched on her lap, glaring at the sky. She had not thought to bring her raincoat and there was no telling when the bus would come. Mandy was on her way to visit her dad who was staying in the hospital on the other side of town. If it had been clear weather, she might have walked it but with the sky darkening and her legs already aching by the time she got to the bus stop she had come to the ...
“Don't Trust Anyone” by Aimee Waters
Startled awake from my phone going off like crazy. I reach over to it to see what sale my best friend had found but much to my surprise the alert was from the presidential alert system.There has been a breach at a scientific lab and there is now a airborne disease that can kill within 2 hours of infection.That was it, no safe place we could go, nothing to protect us from the disease. I sat there rereading the message over and over again. They taught us what to do in school if this was to ever happen.
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