Untitled: Chapter 9CHAPTER 9: In my first week without my mother I spent a few nights with a particularly sane Traveller clan. There was one Traveller with whom I couldn't seem to warm up to and I didn't know why, but I just never felt comfortable around him. He looked different than every other Traveller I'd ever come across. Most Travellers appear a little sloppy looking, some look simple minded like my father, most are very good looking although you usually can't tell because of all the grime they're covered in. This one was too clean, too brainwashed like the rest of the world.
I told their leader about my fears, which ended up being investigated to an extent, and it turned out that the strange man wasn't a Traveller at all, but a spy set on the innocent people by the Superiors.
The Superiors have a fairly dense fear of the Travellers, but occasionally they infiltrate even those they fear most. The clan I'd been with killed the spy, but two other spies were still in existence in other clans. Neither
In a Mind"Do you think he'll make it, Doctor?"In a Mind1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm sorry, I can't say for sure. This is nothing like anything we've seen before. His vitals all seem to be okay, he's on a respirator, but we're not entirely sure that he even needs one. We don't want to take him off just yet, but we may be able to do it at some point in the near future. He's healthy for the condition he's in, Mrs. Gregori. Everything is fine for the time being, except for the fact that he isn't waking up."
The voices woke me from the terrible nightmare I'd been having. I remembered getting ready for bed-- I had had a long day at work and I was incredibly tired, more so than usual. I remembered eating a quick dinner, and then brushing my teeth. I told myself I would shower in the morning, even though I knew I was essentially a walking pile of shit.
Other than that, I couldn't remember anything else from before my nightmare. My nightmare was about me, as are most of my other nightmares. I'd been dreaming that my life was ha
Welcome to HellI sat there, listening to the overwhelming silence as we waited for the jury to come back from their intermission. I could feel the tension of each and every person seated behind me. Even my sister was allowed to come this time, this was a true rarity since she was so young when it all happened.Welcome to Hell1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
After what seemed like a lifetime, the jury was brought back in. They seemed to inch toward their seats and slowly prepared the papers to be read regarding the sentence.
Finally, we heard the timid voice of Jaron Brandau, one of my closest childhood friends, "We the Jury have found the Defendant to be " The juror's voice cracked. He paused and cleared his throat as if to say he didn't agree with the decision, almost as if he were trying to stall the end. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart as I waited to hear the results of this trial, my trial.
It had all happened so quickly. One moment I was having the time of my life and the next I was being taken to jail for murdering
Prologue?LINK TO CHAPTER 1 IS BELOWPrologue?1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The world as the human race knew it was already beginning its downward spiral toward what we now know it as. Education was going down the drain and those in power had everything and then some, while those like me drowned in what they called debt. Food became scarce for just about everyone, currency disappeared, and stealing became the norm. The rich were finally beginning to lose power because the poor were tired of being at the bottom of the food chain and those at the bottom get tired of losing after a while. Our kind began to revolt against those in power, but we didn't get very far
Alien life forms who call themselves the Superiors came to Earth and suddenly our Earth as we once knew it was gone. The Superiors had opened their perfect planet to the rich and powerful citizens of Earth, but only as long as they could use Earth as their metaphoric trash bin. With the help of an entire race, those in power we
Hazel EyesThere once was a young boy of around ten years old. He had lived most of his life in hospitals due to a rare, life-threatening genetic illness that, although not incredibly dangerous at first, could kill him in a matter of minutes when (or if) it ever reached its low point. His illness was rare enough that the statistical evidence was still unreliable, meaning there was no way of telling whether or not he would indeed hit that low point. At this period in his life, he was once again in the hospital. This time, however, was different. This time, he had been in the hospital for three months. He was put on a new medication. And this time, his hospital stay was due to a low point in his illness.Hazel Eyes9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see, at nine years old Jamie Maguire hit a point in his disease where even the term ‘critical condition’ didn’t begin to cover the severity of the situation. The doctors told his parents that he had a ten percent chance of survival, unless they wanted to try a new treatment th