DINNER & DESSERT_The Song of War_Buried Treasure_A Damaged Future
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DINNER & DESSERT
After plating the final dinner entrée of the evening, Jake was looking forward to cleaning up and heading home. It was the end of a long work week at his trendy cafe, TAKE A BREAK at JAKE’S. His hands were tired. Not only tired from the endless chopping, slicing, whipping, and all the other descriptive words that go with the life of a master chef, but he was tired from too much time on his laptop. What was he looking for? The computer was becoming his home base, and not in a good way. “Why can’t I be happy? I’ve got it all, right?” His mood was wearing him down. The tune he sang was getting o...
The Song of War
This is a small piece of what I've been working on, so I know it isn't great. Mostly because there isn't much backstory, at all, but I at least wanted to submit something this week. Sorry for the inconvenience! Enjoy!There is only one way you will wake up when at war. The sound of gunfire and detonation was what woke Asa. Men in uniform covered in ash and dirt tramped through the mud past her cot. Sergeant Brooks barked orders to Asa’s squadron as they marched. Asa sat up in her cot, contemplating the situation. She hesitated, then stuffed her wrapped feet into her boots and slipped on her d...
Buried Treasure
As the water got shallower, I got heavier. It was the one aspect of swimming I had always hated, and it always made me wish I could stay in the water, where grace came easily. Unfortunately, I had yet to grow a tail or gills, and so I had no choice but to fight against gravitwww.onedoor.ccy and make it to shore. A few steps brought me from the shifting, enveloping suction of the seabed to the firm, solid safety of the shoreline. I dragged myself up the beach, readjusting to a weight I normally did not notice. When I hit dry sand, I collapsed clumsily to my knees and rolled to face the sea again. My legs str...
A Damaged Future
The lockdown had started over fifteen years ago and it showed no signs of abating. Well, that is how it seemed for Luna who had been forced to hide in an underground bunker with her family and best friend. Luna had been in Canada when disaster struck. Canada, the land of the hopeful, the last safe haven. Her father, a virologist, had known about the virus all along, but our of fear for keeping his family safe, he had chosen not to tell anyone. Until it was too late. The year 2135 AD had proven uneventful. As uneventful as it could be considering that the earth had become overpopulated, famine...