Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #survival Clear filter
I ran - terrified as the Earth shuddered beneath me as I stumbled and fell. But suddenly I found myself being lifted off the ground before I could pick myself up.
The dusty cobbled steps screeched beneath my untamed nails as my paws gently pressed against the cool street.
I awake to the smell of smoke and rise immediately, fearing the possibility of a fire. I look around and my vision was impaired.
As he ran across the open fields, his two dogs by his side. The three of them travelled together, to keep each other alive. Society fell quickly, and chaos fell about.
Lydia had never been afraid of the dark. But the darkness now, was terrifying. Lydia couldn't see a foot in front of her. All she could hear was the shallow breathing of the others.
can'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathe. air. why are we leaning. another plane ohshitohshitnottheothertowernowhy. probably another coming my way maybe not but do I.
I look at the wave of people crashing towards me and blink, rooted to the spot. The bodies slam into me and I hurtle onto the littered, dusty floor.
This is the day that the Great Sorrow is supposed to come. Everyone has their doors locked and windows closed tightly shut. I don't believe in the Great Sorrow.
Thought I'd start with a series. Hope you guys like it. -------------//----------------- "No!" I screamed. My friend laying there like that. All crumpled and... broken.
My senses are heightened. I feel their presence nearby, watching. They are getting bolder, ready to pounce. You may think me paranoid, but it's not the first time their kind have come for me.
I open my eyes to the same blank ceiling I always open them to. At my side, my brother Henri turns over and sighs fretfully in his sleep.
Erin clutched the cross on her neck, then forced her eyes shut. She wished. For hope. Something that would save her from this wreck she had got herself into.
A splatter of fire ripped through the torn curtains. The windows had long been smashed and shattered by the rumble of shells and the splattering of shrapnel.
My eyes were burning as I tried to open them. Sea's salt crust was stuck in my eyes so it was hard to see. A huge light was facing me and a long figure was standing way back in the corner.
The rain it fell for days and days, he thought: "I need to build a boat.
Morning came too early. I didn't sleep well, and had just began to doze when I heard the dull buzz of my alarm, ringing into the silent air.
"Let's go." Tashie said, ignoring Lydia's sorrowful sobs and Stefan's arm wrapped around Lydia. Gavin stood up, wiping his pants off, trying to act normal.
Lydia shielded her eyes with her hand. The neon pink light from Gavin's forehead was blinding. "How are you doing that?" Lydia asked Gavin loudly.
We move as one, across the smooth terrain that is The Window Sill. Many have journeyed. Few, returned.
I raise my eyebrows before I remember he doesn’t know about the message Haymitch sent us a couple of nights ago. One kiss equals one pot of broth. It’s not the sort of thing I can blurt out, either.
Despite my best efforts, I can feel tears starting to pool in my eyes. Peeta looks at me in concern. “What is it.
The night is young. The street is dark. Here is where. I make my mark. Check my make up. In the glass. My skirt's too short. Just hides my ass. Try to get. A man's attention.
The room he'd been thrown into was dark. The walls were rough and wet. A single window on the west side of the room let in a sliver of light. It was barred.
A strike of a hand, that whips it's flesh, as it cuts deep into her worn mesh. The scars seep deep into her heart that bleed, to be pounded down, and never lead.