Serene Sky - The call of Void_Twist of Life (Klara’s POV)_Drifting from Home_Patricia and The Zygorg
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Serene Sky - The call of Void
I was born twenty years ago today, right at sunset as the ocean peaked its height. I never met my father but my mother’s stories portrayed vividly the most powerful man on the seven seas. He promised to marry my mother after they found out she was pregnant, but the trip that was meant to end with a wedding ended with imprisonment.We were abandoned here on this island with some supplies and a little boy I used to call “Sky” as a kid because he had beautiful blue eyes Peter “Sky” helped the mother with the baby, me, and survival. When I was ten years old, Peter decided to try and swim until he’l...
Twist of Life (Klara’s POV)
Author's note: This is a collab story I did with Varsha Vimal. The link to her story in Brittany's POV is below!The rays of the early morning sun fell through the windows and brightened the dorm room, like a reminder that it was time to wake up. The others in my dorm slept on, but I crawled out of bed, careful to maintain the tranquilness as I stepped away from the others.I was ready in less than half-an-hour. I scooted over to the table beside my bed and after I got hold of my calculus book and stationery box, and went to class.I was the first to enter like always.I liked being solo. Nothing ...
Drifting from Home
Maya submerges underwater, going deeper and deeper as the tide pulls her further from the shore. As she’s fighting to break through the surface, she feewww.onedoor.ccls her breath begin to shorten. With one giant kick, her head appears above the salty water, and she can finally breathe. As she’s catching her breath and treading water, she realizes how far away her sail is from her.2 HOURS PRIOR“You can’t leave, Maya, it is too dangerous out there for a ten-year-old like yourself,” says her father.“I hate it here! I have no friends and I want to explore the world!” she exclaims with a glimmer in her eye.“Wh...
Patricia and The Zygorg
Patricia and The ZygorgWritten by Xavier Clayton Twenty years ago, my planet was destroyed. I was the only survivor out of 14 billion 348 million inhabitants. I luckily escaped on our last spaceship. I saw it sitting on the edge of the western landing field and ran to it as the red domes were being attacked all around me. When The Shagards started bombing our Icicle Towers, I knew. I had to get out immediately. Now all of our supplies were gone. There was no time to look for my wife, my family, or my friends. We were being massacred and I had mere seconds left before I too would have died. ...