Fantasy
A New Heart
Sam sat on the edge of a partially buried, long defunct piece of machinery, all black ledges hanging over bent cabins crammed with wires and ribboned throughout with bar grating panels. He held his knees close to himself and stared into the near distance at a massive, rusted metal tube that sat in the middle of a field of dead grass. It was lying on its side, allowing the wind to race through it, creating a powerfully haunting bellow that echoed throughout the despairingly still and lonely world.
By Rowan Finch5 years ago in Fiction
At Eventide, We Meet
She clutched the locket to her chest, amidst the sour howling winds. Her hair flew around her face, her brow knotted in worry, but her fingers held firmly around the metal heart. Everything within sight was a dark luminescent blue, punctured by stains of black shadow. Except, between the latticed tendrils of its casing, at the locket's center burned a light like the last coal in a fading fire. She rubbed her fingers against its surface, as though to warm them from the chill. It was not a good night to stand in these desolate wastelands alone. As if ever there was? "I will stay until the time appointed."
By Ellen Stedfeld5 years ago in Fiction
In The Hearts of Individuals
Miles' Journal Entry 2,555 I was but a wee lad when it happened, no more than the age of fourteen, whereas life as we know it changed. I remember the earth stories my dad used to tell me about how sudden destruction would come upon people unannounced if they were not careful, like the bombings of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. My dad once said a proverbial statement to me that did not make much sense at the time, but I know he saturated it with wisdom: "Son, the day a man forfeits his autonomy of choice is the day that man's soul dies."
By Masibat Zadah5 years ago in Fiction
DiMR
The darkness ended as a flicker of light, weak and wavering, revealing a face. Before the Flicker there was only darkness, it was all he had known. Throughout the darkness there had been moments that he awakened to a rush of memories, pictures of people in bright places, with bright clothes. There were other types of pictures of shiny machines with people standing nearby, all dressed the same and smiling. There was no connection, at least not one he could make. He had tried, he had nothing else to do but try. He was making progress. If there was a story there, he would find it he said, but then the Flicker came, and the Flicker became everything.
By Charlie Jolliffe5 years ago in Fiction
The Takeover
She was given her name from the sun. Because when they captured her, they bound her hands and feet with thorn twine and forced her eyes open to gaze at the sun, their lips curled in a wicked smile as they waited for her to die. A slow agonizing death they expected, and so every city was invited—and ours commanded— to attend. My mother named her Selene. Today she is Ra, and they will see to it that she is forever branded in the memory of the world as such.
By Anais Margolis 5 years ago in Fiction
The Crowning
The Crowning After the fifth world war, every country was decimated. Yet, there was still a hierarchy that existed. There was the still the rich and the poor….then me. I wish I was poor. I have nothing. I’m not friends with anybody. The poor don’t even want to hang out with me. I’ve resolved to the fact that I don’t belong here; however, I don’t have any way of leaving this place.
By DOYLE WHITE5 years ago in Fiction
The Train To Space
You must be ready to be picked up by at least twelve of my Aliens, if not fifteen. I became really fed-up with earthly staff. Humans are just not up to my speed anymore. Having designed my new space train. I was booked up until two-thousand and twenty-three. I never knew my new space business would prove to be so popular. Maybe, it was because I offered a free heart shaped locket to all my new customers. I decided to be different you see. I felt if I offered a freebie everyone would grab a ticket. Then, they did just that. I was so overloaded with customers. I have had no sleep for two weeks. Henceforth, this is the reason you haven't seen me around on the social-media block for a bit. I was working around the clock coping with piles of new train-stoppers. They were all hopping towards me like rabbits.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Fiction
The Recluse
Within a thick bank of sea fog, a once imposing figure, bent by age and suffering, scowled at a familiar scene unfolding just a rock's throw away where two National Police Officers were brutally removing an old man from a small tool shed, where he had apparently been hiding. Another man, presumably his neighbor and betrayer, watched on with smug self-satisfaction, clearly pleased with himself. From the age of the beaten man, the watcher assumed that he must be an original separatist. Ever since the rebellion was crushed, the Global Government of Earth had been brainwashing folks on the heroic patriotism of reporting any information regarding the location of surviving separatists, none of whom could be less than seventy years old by now. Some folks will do anything for a pat on the head from the government, as though they're trying to prove how devoted they are. To be fair, the bounty of five thousand per traitor didn’t hurt.
By J. A. Rossignol5 years ago in Fiction
Ascendant Station
The sunlight slowly faded away over the remains of cold steal and brick from the demolished buildings and streets. The smell of decaying wood and degrading fabric from the window I was looking out of filled my nose. I had to narrow my eyes as I scanned for any movement through the rubble on the streets. It was going to be a long night, it always is when it gets cooler out, the raids become more frequent. The feeling of hunger sets in and the need for warmth takes over and brings all sorts of depraved things out including other humans. What do you expect though it is a constant fight for survival. In 2125 the governing countries had a final fallout and a massive chemical and nuclear war destroyed the world as we knew it. No one really knows how many lives were lost. It has been told that half the population was killed by the impacts and then another quarter by the chemical and nuclear fallout. That is just hear say though sometimes it feels like a lot more were lost. We have worked endlessly the last 10 years to build Trebor City to make sure that all those who survived have a place to live. More cities arose as ours did with each one becoming more like its founders. The closest cities are Ektra which is mainly criminals and thieves there is no real order there with constant fighting for power. The next is Saint James, which I’m sure you guessed its founders were religious. Surprisingly there is not one definitive religion they all seem to stay to themselves and for the most part live in harmony. There is Morto City or dead city as we have all come to call it. This place has nothing it is a gathering of chemically altered and disease-ridden beings from all the fallout. Some are human, some are animals, and some you’ve never seen before. It is our job to keep Trebor safe from these cities and Morto being our biggest problem. They raid looking for food and whatever they can take, it doesn’t matter to them anything is on the menu. Then there is Ascendant Station it is the central location for every city we know about. All supplies and food get transferred through there and it creates the power cells that each city uses for electricity. No one knows who the founder of Ascendant Station is but without it most cities would not survive. I have never seen it but have heard it has great towers that can be seen glowing from miles away due to the electrical discharge, and the walls around the towers are at least 50 ft high and strong enough to take on any weapons without damage. No one is seen coming in or out of the towers and the security allows no one near them. The outer city is said to stay active 24 hours a day and always has trading going on. I hope to see it someday, but it is not looking to promising. By the way everyone calls me Vick it’s short for Victoria. Well enough of the history lesson for now time to go to work it looks like its going to be a busy night.
By J.R. Hubschmitt5 years ago in Fiction
All Rise
She woke up in a cold sweat. The perspiration dripped from her curly black rooted, and ice blonde tipped colored hair onto her coffee skin. Her almond eyes could barely open. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in her sleep chamber. She noticed her typically mint-stained colored eyes were now one mint and one grey, and they had extra bags under them. She was physically exhausted. She caught her breath, though, and clutched her chest. It helped her to know that her heart was still organically beating. She thought an organically beating heart meant there was hope. Sighing, she also contended that she had to do something about her night-terrors. She looked over at her dial in her chamber and noticed her automated air dome would be opening soon. That was the only luxury she was still thankful for since the spread; it kept her from falling further into depression. For her to see the sky and live elder trees were a luxury she no longer took for granted.
By Lavana Jenkins-Reid5 years ago in Fiction
