Flood Stories

The smoke wraps tendrils around your legs and sinks into your skin. Dry coughs scrape their blunt nails down your throat and the smoke penetrates deeper, sliding a hand around your neck and s q u e e z i n g. Everything is blurry now. Your breath comes in short, sharp bursts. You hear hoarse sobs in between rasping coughs. Blood and saliva drips onto the dead grass. Too late. *** It's always the quiet, unassuming events that foretell the end. That's where the movies get it wrong. The world won't go out with a bang. It will slowly burn right in front of our eyes as we pretend that we like the warmth. Then when we finally come to our senses and we are no longer blinded by money and greed, it will be too late. A collection of short speculative fiction and poetry pieces that explore the fine line between dystopia and reality.

Exactly what the title says: Wings of Fire Funny Scripts and Memes. Mostly they feature: Qibli, Winter, Moon, and the Dragonets of Destiny, with Princess Firefly, daughter of Glory and Deathbringer, occasionally thrown in. Most of this is comedy. FOLLOW - COMMENT - VOTE. If anyone's asking why I always change the order of the table of contents in my book... cuz I can. Hope u enjoy! - Hollyxen

ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ꜰᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴀꜱʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ The golden glow of the communication orb shined on her face, basking her in a heavenly light, as she took in one..last..deep breath. And then she let go. She let go of the pain, the past, the memories, the love. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ "I thought I was doing the right thing-" "I thought it would save them the pain-" "This wasn't supposed to happen- this isn't supposed to be happening-" ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ ʙᴀʙʏ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʜ-ʏᴇᴀʜ-ʏᴇᴀʜ-ʏᴇᴀʜ-ʏᴇᴀʜ-ʏᴇᴀʜ-ʏᴇᴀʜ-ʏᴇᴀʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ Every moment of the day, she tried to let go of the guilt and the pain. The guilt and the pain that she had condemned the ones she loved to a gruesome end. But letting go is difficult, when you only feel safe in the arms of death. ⚠⚠ ETERNALS SPOILERS ⚠⚠

September 2054. Eliza is facing life or death situations. Become The Host or die?

(Completed) Earlier this year, a pandemic crippled the world... December 1 The earthquake hit. December 3 The waters came and the flood overpowered us. My younger brother and sister cry for our parents on the other side of the world. The only consolation I have is "Christmas is coming." My younger sister asked me how we could celebrate Christmas with nothing. I had no answer except, "We'll find a way." *** 2020 brought many unexpected things. The unexpected bad and the unexpected good. With the year coming to a close, I want to dedicate this story to the front-liners, to those living away from family, to the Filipinos affected by the recent typhoons and flood, and to my grandparents who have survived through so much and thrived through it all. Christmas time is the time to be reminded of HOPE, the hope that comes in Jesus' promised birth and life to live, PEACE, the peace that comes from the Prince of Peace alone, JOY, the joy that comes from a fresh start, a new beginning and the birth of a baby (Luke 2:5-7) and LOVE, the love that sent a King down on earth to be a baby so that He could experience life before He'd give His life for us so that we could live with Him (John 3:16) (Not edited. Thanks for reading:)

"Maybe we'll start with the day the sky split open. There was this sound, like a vicious explosion that shook the building and threatened to split our eardrums. I was the first to my feet, I raced the others to the deck and we gawked at the scene before our eyes. Out over the ocean, a tear, a festering wound in the sky." In a flooded world full of mutant fish and frighteningly adept killers known as "riftmen" Hugh Jericho wakes up naked in a tiny village full of strange people and he has no idea how he got there. He's told, however, that he was fished out of the ocean by a team of people exploring the outer perimeter of the rift. As he gets to know the people around him, he relives his past through story telling and the dark secrets of the rift are revealed.

A storm of biblical proportions hit the western United States. In its centre, the small town of Springbrook was flooding, residents forced to evacuate to a local landmark: the dark and towering Castle Moore. In the chapel behind, lay the body of a fallen angel. Trapped in his own mind, the angel was jerked from his cycle of pain by a teenaged boy looking for his father. His memories hurt, and he was unsure of so much, but there was one thing he knew for certain. The harsh winds, and pounding rain were only the surface of the storm that was upon them. A war was coming: in hell, in heaven, and on earth, with the castle in the centre of it all. For its walls protected something, something the armies of hell would do anything to possess, and something that called to the angel-like a lost brother. Included within: HELL ON EARTH-BOOK 2 STORM FRONT-BOOK 3

Life. It seems to pass by so fast. It's like a video game where everyone is fighting the same bosses, but on different levels. War is just an arena. Another boss, or chapter in a story. My story. I'm fighting for too many things, and too many people. Everything was taken away so easily. A puppet on a string, and the UNSC is pulling the strings. They tell you what to think, and eat, and do. I learn how to survive. I survived the War boss, and I want to share how, so that others will understand. Bring spartan is no game. No victory. Not an achievement. It's pain, emptyness, and death. See in my story there are blanks spaces, or gaps in the paper. Places where ONI has hidden their lies from the public. I will tell you my story, but you must see Behind the Lines.

The tale of the pre-Biblical Flood era is shrouded in mystery and intrigue. Passed down through generations, this ancient legend speaks of a time when the world was vastly different from what we know today. It tells of a time when giants roamed the Earth, and divine beings interacted with mortals. It is a story of advanced civilizations, unimaginable technologies, and extraordinary events.

Kismet and Prestige are just as unusual as their names. Though one is a boy and the other a wolf, they both desire the same thing: love. Through the years, their friendship grows and they become inseparable. But when their town is hit by a natural disaster, their friendship is challenged to the point of destruction... -------------------------------- THIS STORY HAS NOT BEEN EDITED YET --------------------------------

Aluna lives around the year 6,000 BC. When an infant, her mother died during a big game hunting acccident, also leaving her father crippled. Forced by this tragic loss and ill fortune, her father settles down and gives up his nomadic life to take care of little Aluna. During her lifetime, Aluna witnesses climatic change on a cataclysmic scale. After the last ice age, her world is changing: the big rivers are flooding and changing their known world into marshes and lakes, her fathers dwelling is flooded again and again. Freak waves wreak havoc. As Aluna is entering puberty, the urge to 'spread her wings' and explore the world beyond gets stronger... This is Book 2 of "The Lines, Circles and Crosses Trilogy', Chapter One.