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Last by: solsticedragon on 06 Sep 2017 • Contributions: 1 of 999
They uttered no words to one another and behaved as the most obedient and well trained human robots.
They struck continuously and for endless days until they discovered the other end of the planet. On that side was a strikingly similar group of beings. Uncanny resemblances were undeniable as if looking into a slightly bent mirror.
Each being was drawn to an almost twin like counterpart. Grunts of curiosity became distinct questions and comparisons.
Seemingly, all had a memory of a world that existed before the redundant and grueling shoveling of this globe. Together they concocted memories of art, history, technology, and civilization. Mysteriously, the memories mirrored each other with faint dissimilarities. The described image of an iconic painting was distinctly parallel other than a dimmed tone of one while the other was brilliantly vivid. Leaders of both worlds were matching in roles but with different perspectives. Technology seemed to coincide in dynamic but with strikingly contrasting purpose. While one missile was for destruction and penetration, the other was for distributing seeds.
This better work now
Last by: yiroraven on 18 Aug 2017 • Contributions: 13 of 999
“I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about” I said.
The man raised his eyebrows for a moment, after which he returned to his original expression.
He looked like he wanted to say something for a moment, but he decided to eat some of his cake first.
I was full of questions about the sudden appearance of this man, and what he could possibly have to do with me.
I thought that it must have been some sort of mistake, so after about a minute of silence I asked him: “Are you sure I’m the person you’re looking for? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you or heard of you before.”
The man stopped eating his cake and stared at me with his distinctive green eyes for a while.
After about 15 seconds he finally said: “Do you really not remember who we are, what I’m part of?”
An awkward silence followed after that.
Last by: araknaphobia on 29 Jul 2017 • Contributions: 3 of 800
How could I have known that the shadowy figure standing exactly where my blade ended would have been him. It wasn't supposed to be him, it was supposed to be the target. After I realized what I had done, standing over the blood-strewn cobblestone, I quickly ran away. How could I face the world after killing my only friend, my only lover.
Even now as I embrace him I know that nothing will ever be the same. The merriment he now feels is only a product of the rot that surrounds him. Even though he doesn't yet realize it, creatures of the dark laugh in madness.
And there we were laughing together, standing on the fault between madness and wonder. Standing atop our castle of mutilated corpses.
Turn the Tides
Last by: blankpages on 10 Jun 2017 • Contributions: 1 of 999
It wasn't the realization that the world would be covered in water in the span of a few years, no. It was the realization that came too late. I presumed everyone thought Global Warming could last a little longer. Every day, hope that it would last, and that same hope repeated everyday. Then realization came too late. Hoping was not action, and eventually everything fell apart.
My family was on the edge. We were packing our things to move. We lived on the peninsula of Florida, which was surrounded by water. Several lower elevated places have received floods of sea water on beaches. At the rate of the water, Florida would be underneath the ocean's surface in a year. And several more years after, continents and continents would be flooded over.
I got my first-hand experience when I woke up the morning we were leaving when several feet of water bore its way into the streets overnight, flooding our house, and our car.