Fantasy
Bunker 56
Bunker 56 July 28th, 2347 Sophie Miller. They announced my mother's name as if it was a blessing, something to be excited about. It was not. She was chosen to be the first to step foot on land in fifty years. Leave the bunker, her home. She was born in here, just like me. And now she was going to leave.
By Emma Bayne 5 years ago in Fiction
Fault Line
Underground, there’s no telling the seasons or the weather and the windows are fake and painted in bright renditions of old above-ground artwork from days gone by, imperfect but lovingly hand painted. The air coming through the vents is room temperature and filtered, giving no hint as to the state of the outside world.
By Felicia Jowett5 years ago in Fiction
Skye and The Drain
It is hard for Skye to imagine a different time, or place for that matter, than how her life is, bright by day and dark, extremely dark, by night. After the explosion of the moon, life on Earth came to an immediate stop. Oceans spilled into streets leaving life on Earth a completely water-based civilization.
By Stephanie N. Burgess5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Heart
It was the last natural harvest the world would ever see. Upscaled insider’s (“Upscalers”) would benefit from printed food while downscaled insider’s (“Downscalers”) would starve and disintegrate. People like me, deemed the outsiders of society, would imagine and contemplate and pray for the hope that was absent beyond the fence in what they called “The Heart”, a re-branded former Earth.
By Rachele Voigt5 years ago in Fiction
Overgrown
The loudest sound Scarlett had ever heard awoke her from her nightmarish dreams. She bolted upright on her battered cot and wiped the sweat from her brow, the dream already fading quickly. She had slept in - again... Theo was going to kill her. The girl sighed and let her worn blanket fall to the ground as she allowed her bare feet to hit the dirt covered ground.
By Jessica Holder5 years ago in Fiction
Trapped
Fear is the most powerful motivator in the world. As an emotion, it bypasses logic, turning us back into the animals we really are. Since the dawn of civilization, fear has been used to divide us from each other, to turn groups of people into a concept instead of living, breathing humans just like us. The fear of the "others" has been used by governments for centuries. We are stronger together. Divided, we are weak. Make no mistake: our leaders know this, and they use it against us. If we're busy fighting each other, we won't unite against them.
By Angela Cooke5 years ago in Fiction
Transcendence
A man is walking down a street. His surroundings are bleak, grim. There are few others in the area. Some are dressed in dirty clothing with dark colors, others appearing more modernly dressed in slightly lighter colors. Their material appears to be cotton. Most of them are dirty. Mud on their clothes and skin. Some have on face covers. Several appear to be wearing heart shaped lockets. There are rusted industrial buildings covered in sand and moss, connected by hanging vines deriving from multiple plants growing on their sides. Some of the buildings go well into the clouds. The landscape is almost made up completely of dilapidated factories and skyscrapers. The sky is an orange dusky color. The clouds are purple with some having darker navy tints. The ground and road appear to be made of metal, in a valley surrounded by desert. The roads are wet and sandy. Moderate winds are blowing sand in every direction. As the man is walking down the road, he wears an inquisitive face. He is looking for something. Someone. In the distance, he sees it. Her. A female android. Her body half robotic from head to toe. The metallic that covered her appeared to be switching sides in a sense that the right half of her face was android, but her right arm appeared to be human. The left arm was android instead, while her left leg was android. She notices him. Shock. They stand still. Eye contact. He smirks. A short way behind her is a rusty train. She takes out a heart shaped locket and puts it on. As she does, her appearance changes. The half of her that appeared android previously, was now reflecting fully human. She turns and runs as the man chases after her. She bumps a few people running toward the train in the distance. As it begins to move, she speeds up jumping on the end tail, catching it. The train goes as the man stands behind looking at her. Frustrated. She smiles confidently. She has gotten away. She gets onto the train car and grabs the locket again, this time clutching it tightly. She begins to transform into another person. This time an old man. She looks back continuously as she goes through the train cars, transforming through every car. She goes from an old man to a young female child, to a middle-aged woman. The cars get more extravagant as she gets to one of the first few. After several transformations, she finally settles on taking the identity of a train guard. She sits on a seat relaxed. Across from her is a little girl who looks at her and smiles. She smiles back and looks out of the window.
By T.D. Riyan5 years ago in Fiction
