Sci Fi
Antiquities Keeper
If you wake up early enough in the morning, when the earth is still settled and hasn't yet woken, before those who remain stir the dust, you can see the sun. Well you can't see the sun. No one can. No one has for at least one-seventy years. But in those quiet still minutes you can see this bright glow through the hazy grim layer that fills the sky. And it's beautiful. The sun itself a deep burning orange with a haloed glow around it, where the smog almost looks like gold.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Fiction
Waterlogged
I was born after the rain began. My grandfather told me how amazing the world was before the storm; how bright and green the grass was on cultivated fields as far as the eye could see. He told me climbing the mountaintops was a test of skill and endurance, not a simple saunter up onto what limited dry land we had left. He told me, through tired eyes and matted hair, of a time when the world was warm and dry. But that was before the rain fell. Before the sun went away.
By N.J. Folsom5 years ago in Fiction
I Swear I Saw the Whole Thing
Fine, man, don't believe me - here I go out of my way and come to you with a story that could change the way you see the world forever and you just brush me off like some lunatic in the street. I listen to all your boring, pointless stories and don't complain, but here I see a miracle and you shrug it off. No, not a miracle, something better than a miracle because anyone can do this. I'm talking about turning the impossible into the possible, and you're going to be a little prick about it. Well, fine.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Fiction
Don't Judge a Blank...Slade
He's just being a typical teenage boy, they said. Don't worry, he'll grow out of it. It's just a phase, they said. Just a phase? Just a phase! Grow out of it? Grow out of what? There was nothing more aggravating than having all these random people judging him. And for what? His clothes?! Honestly. What's the big deal? So, he wears all black from head to toe. So, he has shaggy void black hair with the bangs brushed carelessly to the side. So, he's taken a liking to the black eyeliner all the girls are wearing, and the studded belts of rock stars, and the combat boots of the military. So what?
By Rachal Flewellen5 years ago in Fiction
Talisman
Day 118, Sol 2240 45° 40' 37.192" N 111° 2' 34.562" W (Bozeman, Montana) We moved locations today, five miles closer to the epicenter. Clean-up is going well. Fewer bodies, this far into the perimeter. The pyroclastic flow took out most of them, which is significantly less messy than the ash and pumice we found further south. Less digging, some of the houses are still intact. We will probably be done here within the day, Sol willing.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
A Place Once Called Home. Top Story - June 2021.
The house looked a bit more run-down than Abigail remembered it, despite it only having been a few years since she’d been there. It had been mostly left alone, the only fully intact house on the street. All the others had broken windows, wide-open doors, or had been partially incinerated. This house, however, was still standing, with nothing but a couple cracks in the windows and a bit of moss growing on the roof.
By Reyna Condon5 years ago in Fiction
The Resort
Far away in the mountains, the helicopter weaves amongst peaks without regard to physics. As non-aerodynamic as a bumblebee or dragonfly, it lifts on pockets of wind and drops without warning. To the millionaires strapped into the seats, it is a terrifying experience.
By Peter Wisan5 years ago in Fiction
