The Day the World Shook
The rumbling started around 3 in the afternoon. Earthquakes always terrified me, but this was different, this was like a god was angry.
Sebastian River High School's Literary Magazine
The rumbling started around 3 in the afternoon. Earthquakes always terrified me, but this was different, this was like a god was angry.
The new hire fell silent, mostly out of an ever-growing anxiousness that crawled up the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end. Something felt off about this place, this job, and he hadn’t even started yet.
Her parents were not moving. They were not dead; but they were not breathing. They were just still, still as the morning when Arya woke up. They looked as if someone pressed a pause button.
He was looking at me with a dark look in his eyes, almost as if he was looking right through me. I let out a gasp and turned around to start running. I only got a few feet ahead when I slipped on a mud pile and fell to the ground.
I know your planning to leave, but you can’t. What is coming is all part of a prophecy, a prophecy that needs to happened and nobody will stop it.
The lady shakes herself, repositioning the delicate coat upon her tense shoulders, her beady eyes ravenously scanning her immediate surroundings. She is hungry. The food, the promised food, has not come.
When the man reached the car, he shoved his face right up against the window and glowered with crazed, bloodshot eyes. His hair was wild and entangled with dirt; blood layered the side of his face.
This was a place where people like her were sent to be experimented on, where they were sent to die.