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Dear Diary.....
Dear Diary………. Its March, the weather here is so unpredictable. Freezing temperatures one minute and then scalding hot the next. We are adjusting though. The artificial gardens are producing fresh vegetables, and we are adjusting to the artificial proteins in our diet. I have not been feeling myself. I have been keeping with the strict sleeping schedule. But the fatigue is slowly wearing on me. I have a slight tickle in the back of my throat. I keep clearing it, but that is about it. Adjusting to this new climate and atmosphere is harder than I thought. I spoke to Ken the other day; he is one of the “elders” here. Nice guy. He has a great sense of humor and makes me laugh. It has been a long time since I have laughed. We have all come so far, and yet still so far to go. Private documentation is not allowed here. Only the “elders” are allowed to supervise documentation for the colony. But with everything going on, I can’t help but feel that an “non-doctored” documentation should exist, somewhere at least. So, I’ll keep this hidden, along with a few things I brought with me. My lucky rabbits foot, a picture of my parents with my sister, and of course most important my heart shaped locket…………..
By Danielle Shoemaker5 years ago in Fiction
Queens and Drones
Once we accepted that virtually all problems throughout history were caused by a necessary evil, we understood that we must maintain the necessary part, but eliminate the evil. That is why men will only be sustained for procreation. After that, they serve no useful purpose and must be eliminated. Only by doing this can we create a society that works together for the good of everyone. --The Book of the First Queens
By Antonella Di Minni5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of The World
The Kingdom Has Fallen! We are at the mercy of those aligned with the Kingdom. We are but a small band of outcasts who have chosen not to conform to the rules of the realm. The rulers seek us for our conspiracy. We are relegated to hiding amongst the debris of destroyed buildings in the midst of decaying corpses scattered among the fallen concrete. Rebels are we, alluding the leaders that have forced their ideals on unsuspecting citizens. We refused to be hypnotized by their summons of power, forced edicts, liberties, imagined created wars, and control of our bodies. The Supremacists have designed a universe based on their own notorious greed. We are driven into madness! Our band of outlaws must run! They must not capture a single one of us! This minute number of us are the caretakers of life. We are driven by the secret that we carry among us. We take turns concealing the little silver heart shaped locket on our bodies camouflaged by our hair and flesh. This gift we choose to steal from the Principality of the Kingdom. This is an unappreciated gift that is misunderstood by those who rule. Put into their hands to be misused is not an option. The precious heart shaped locket holding in its interior the truth, love, breath, and water of life. The locket is our last grasp of control over destruction by those immersed in their own self possession of power. The silver heart shaped locket is the heart of the universe, the last link to survival. Shaped into a heart because the locket is the heart of our world and contains our life essence. Too long has the heart of the world been unfastened from its podium, laid aside to tarnish. Now the rivers are no longer flowing and the "so called" superiors are discerning the possibility of their broken thinking. The are beginning to realize the little silver locket robbed blatantly from their possession was not just a beautiful piece of jewelry to be worn without understanding the impact of its worth. Are they deciphering that it had properties beyond their fragment of comprehension? We this small group of twenty know this and are willing to protect the infinite value of our necklace with our lives. We understand this silver shining object ties us to the Creator of all things. This is the purpose of our flight, why we run in earnest to prevent our silver medal from entering the hands of those that would darken it and use it to gain knowledge beyond their capacity to use it wisely. In the wrong hands it would not be a source of resusitation but one of further destruction.
By Pamela Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Day 365
march 5th, 2021- Bonnie, here again, I know normally I write in you at the end of the day, to tell you about all the "wonders" that have happened but today will be like any other day... Lets just get this entry over with... I know assumptions are not the right path to be on but writing the same things day in and day out is starting to seem pointless. This diary seems to of kept me sane thus far, but its helpful effects seem to be wearing off.
By Artist For Sanity5 years ago in Fiction
Lucifer's Witch
Hiserly had been in the Morningstar House for almost a week. She had discovered that living in the country was so very different from living in the city. The grocer was more than willing to drive out to deliver her needed supplies. He seemed curious about her, apparently they hadn’t seen any activity in the House and it was rumored to be haunted. News spread like wildfire about her presence. She had caught people stopped on the side of the road along the fence line, watching the House with binoculars.
By Megan Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Two Hearts
It was a bright, sunny Monday when Rhianna's life changed forever... Rhianna was sitting in class, idly tapping her pencil on her notebook. The clock ticked down the seconds until the end of the day. Why did Mondays always take so loooong??? Finally..
By Tamara Carlson5 years ago in Fiction
Sirens
It’s been all but quiet in my head since I’ve finally learned the truth about the Great Wave that happened fifty years ago. My parents refused to spare any details with me, for I was not born then and they thought I shouldn’t bother myself with such long forgotten knowledge. However, my grandma, after a few weeks of persuasion from my part, finally caved in. I was now listening closely to the story, how it all begun and how it all ended. It made my skin crawl just thinking about the people that died in pain and away from their families over the span of five years. “You see Jorah, it started as a simple virus, people were taking ill one after the other, but we never lost hope that we would see the end of it”, my grandmother said, looking thoughtful into the distance. She then proceeded to elaborate what could only seem like a government plot ripped out of the pages of the books she always told me she read as a child. Schemes over schemes, nation after nation losing their people over this Great Wave as we call it now. When I asked about its name, the only answer was “It begun like a wave that takes form safely at a great distance from the shore and ended up crashing violently onto the beaches and washing away thousands and thousands of people who believed were safe from its reach”. No one could pin point the exact location of its birth and nobody really knew when it was done craving for human flesh. There are still a few among us who live in fear, almost expecting for the next tide to come ashore and wipe up entire nations all over again – we call them Sirens, for they are more comfortable in the water then on land, but I’ve never seen them. As for the rest of us, life has slowly gained its normalcy, or so I’ve been told.
By eternal_sun5 years ago in Fiction
