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The Clearing

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As a spotter pilot, the fire was supposed to be my only enemy. Then I saw a circle in the middle of ash. A patch of green, alive and untouched. Inside it stood human figures, dark and rigid, arranged in a perfect ring.

At first I thought they were statues. But they weren't. They were people. Dead people. They stood like sentries, as if holding a line so the fire couldn't step inside.

And then, suddenly, it felt like they wanted me to become... one of them.All Rights Reserved

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Ashes by angrychinchillanoise

Book 2 in the Burning Series: the sequel to Dust. The world is changing. There used to be men, and there used to be monsters. The line between the two is blurred now. Long ago, the earth spun in a constant cycle. There was life. There was hope. It is no longer such. Humanity cowers beneath glass domes in the midst of the desert, afraid of radiation that no longer pollutes the air. But there are darker things hiding in the wilderness now. Wild things. Cursed things. Burning things. Yet, not all is lost. Ashes, ashes. We all fall down sometimes. But what happens when you can't stand again?

the cold within by wyssed

I sit by the fire for hours. I stare at the faint image of you sitting on the other side. You're as surreal as a lily. I can still smell you. I can still hear you. I can almost feel you. I live with people that are foreign to me. They do not remember you. They don't recognize your name. They don't think of you or agonize in your absence the way I do. I hate them all. I hate this void. But, I tell myself it'll be fine. You'll return to me anytime now. I know you're inching closer. And when you're back, you'll thaw the ice within me again.

𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕨 by Afteratlife

The world did in fact not end with a bang, but a whisper. Nothing was left but a suffocating stillness. The air was thick with ash, the remnants of humanity left to crawl through a poisoned wasteland. The whispers of those we had lost haunted us. The line between predator and prey had began to blur. The dead did not rest but it was the survivors that plunged the earth into darkness. I had grew to watch the accustomed look of desperation between my group. Haunted by my past I became a distant memory to those I once looked to for hope. They just didn't understand that biding time wasn't a blessing, it was a curse. And I realised, as the sky grew white-the end was never the worst part; it was what came after. ---------- Book series: Book 1- In the Afterlife Book 2- Ashes of tomorrow

Tormented by Omo-Ochum1980

Embered footprints tell of my passing. Infernos heat pulsates off my body, Blackening the once budding foliage, plumes of smoke rise from the leaves of curling shrubs. The closer I draw to them, the faster they curl. scorching radiating heat ignites them to cinders. Astrally, The pulsating individual red life forces of hibernating hearts dims, then cease; never to reawaken. Charring bodies ashed in their dens, release plumes of smoke into the air. and I feed. Their life essences feed me. This is my doing. It is my warning "I am coming, dead thing and... I hunger."

Avarice Blacksteel Book 2 by Xonereth

Most of us long to "Be" but when the path gets too costly, or steep, we take solace in what we "Have." Remove the trappings of what we own and then what is the sum of us? They were the survivors, abandoned by the allies who swore to protect, in the ultimate gesture of greed and betrayal. Their world plunged into annihilation and chaos. With the passage of years in this blighted landscape order was established anew. Those who had been anonymous before the war found their will to rule, those who had experienced the comforts and ease of western life, thrust into darkness and despair. This brutal conflict had awoken those long sleeping, those who had ceased to care, those of immense power, the ones entrusted with the safe keeping of the often volatile mankind. Although their parallel world too was at risk, lethargy and arrogance ruled them. Against the backdrop of this savage landscape the saga of three such tribes of survivors unfold, and the unwitting chosen among them. One tribe sought to prosper via savagery, one by organized military might, and the other who ruled with no more than fairness and love. Three tribes thrown together, competing for the limited resources to survive, in a world teetering on the brink of total decimation. Driven by human avarice.

The Claimed by Mentally-Insane

They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

Marked by Him by Mikay1a101

They said he was quiet. Cold. Unreachable. But I saw what they didn't - the obsession behind his stare. We weren't supposed to meet. We weren't supposed to touch. Now I can't breathe when he's near... and I suffocate when he's gone. Something about him feels ancient. Familiar in a way that makes my bones ache. I think I've known him before. And I think the last time, I didn't survive.

Dust by angrychinchillanoise

All the earth is torn asunder. There used to be grass, and the sun used to be golden. Children played outside, climbing trees with smiles on their faces and grass stains on their knees. People worried about a million things that would soon be irrelevant, continuing without a clue of the disaster to come. Centuries later, what little is left of humanity survives in a society constructed beneath the surface of a glass dome, the world outside converted to little more than a desert wasteland. Survival is a routine rather than an effort, and all rules are surpassed by only one: if you want to survive, you never leave the dome. There's nothing alive out there. The radiation that soaks the earth makes sure of that. Until one day, someone finds a bloody, dust-covered handprint on the outside of the glass. Nothing will ever be the same again. Book 1 of the Burning Series Highest ranking: #13 in Adventure on 03/04/16

Broken Wings by cAPTAINsOREN

The world of the past was full of monsters and magic. Our ancient ancestors knew this. Their heroes fought the monsters. Their scholars studied magic, yearning to unlock its secrets. They told stories and crafted legends of their hard-won wisdom. And they passed down all they knew to their descendants. But then, we moved on as a race. We woke up and realized there were no monsters lurking in the dark. Magic was just science we didn't understand yet. And this world we lived in was humanity's to claim. We dismissed the stories of our forbearers as the inane ramblings of barbarians who knew nothing of how the world really worked, and we congratulated ourselves for our enlightenment. But, just because we forgot about the monsters, doesn't mean they ever forgot about us. They did exist, and they never went anywhere. They were hiding, watching, and waiting for their moment to remind humanity why we really fear the dark and the unknown. But what am I saying? Everyone who's left already knows this. I just found out the truth a little earlier than most. So, I'm Adrian Johnson, former pilot for the U.S. Air Force, and this is the story of how I met my first dragon. *Author's Note* First off, if you've found this and decided to give it a read, then thank you very much! This has been a passion project of mine for a few years now, and its the first long form story I have successfully finished. This story started life on Wattpad as a rough draft, and I'm very grateful to the early readers who provided me with initial feedback. Knowing there was an audience, however small, waiting to read more of the story is a major reason why I was motivated to keep coming back to finish it. For any new readers, welcome! As a first time author, I really appreciate every read, and I would greatly appreciate any feedback you could give. I hope you enjoy what's in store!

The Queen's Slave (Book 1) by herlittlenightmare

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