Series

Cataclysm
As Sara reached for a gallon of milk, alerts blared all around the grocery store. "THE EMERGENCY BROADCASTING SYSTEM HAS ISSUED AN EVACUATION NOTICE FOR ALL RESIDENTS OF LASSEN AND SURROUNDING COUNTIES. YOU ARE IN IMMINENT DANGER. THIS IS NOT A TEST. YELLOWSTONE CALDERA IS ERUPTING".
By Teresa Littig5 years ago in Fiction
UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Buildings collapsing, pieces of cars ripped in half and crushed like tin cans, people dissipated like wind to clouds, The ground broken off like a crumbling cookie, heart bursting screams, and enough tears to refill the missing ocean, The sun is shining but it’s damn sure a rainy day.
By Kennedy brooks5 years ago in Fiction
Amelia Cruz: The Dixon Project
5 February 1958 The B-47 departed from an unidentified airfield in Nebraska at 0515 on 5 February 1958. Four hours later the behemoth was cruising at 38,000 feet over North Carolina and Georgia. The pilot was Colonel Kevin Dixon, his co-pilot, Lieutenant Colonel Bryant Ross, and his navigator, Major Doug Menard, all officers in the United States Air Force. They were on a routine Top Secret training mission. Their mission was to practice flying long distances and for extensive periods of time, exactly what would be required should the United States declare war on the Soviet Union. The United States Secretary of Defense decided that in order to make sure that their training was as close to reality as possible, pilots should be required to train with an actual payload on the bomber. Their package was an eight-thousand-pound nuclear bomb, capable of destroying Moscow with its magnificent power.
By Todd Henson5 years ago in Fiction
After Nap Disaster By: Danyel Fields
Christina left home late Saturday night to make her way to Hollywood after receiving a phone call from a producer on Friday afternoon. They loved her interview and wanted her to come out to California to be the leading role in their up and coming movie series Danny Krueger. Her and her parent's shared the last day together and now she was on the journey of her life.
By Danyel Fields5 years ago in Fiction
Something Like Rage
As a child I was very sensitive. I remember with disdain hearing the phrase, “over-sensitive” used to describe my delicate nature. I was a lover, an artist. I was made for the pen and the brush, not the sword and the shield. Over time that changed. I grew, I matured, I learned about my world, and with that knowledge came a shift. It was slow and studied. It happened with the subtle grace of a rolling wave miles from its breaking point, and with the patience of a melting glacier. Through the experiences, skills, lessons, heartbreaks, and tribulations life sent my way I came to the realization that I was shedding a layer. I knew that there was a sensitivity that I was stepping out of. Beyond. Not shunning it, but calmly stepping away. I knew that I needed to be a man, to be strong, to be tough if I was to make anything of myself. So I put my sensitivity in a shoebox and left it in my closet. As I grew, changed and lived my life I could always sense that child’s sensitivity. I could feel its pull at times and imagine myself collapsing back into tears and tantrums over life’s smallest obstacles. In a way it was inviting, the idea of just abandoning the simulacrum of strength that I had been cultivating and just be in raw emotion like a child. To just live in it.
By Rob Cunliffe5 years ago in Fiction
The Key to my Heart
StaThe cold walls of my cell seem to warm as the day broke, unusual for the cold dull reality I've grown a custom to. My mind began to wonder as I lay there in anticipation; as I did every morning I thought about the day the first meteor shower hit that nearly inhalated the planet, how our resources dried up so fast and the day my family was divided.
By Derrick L Singleton 5 years ago in Fiction
Day One
It only took one day. The world was in shambles, and showed us just how barely pieced together it all really was. What was once thought as the strongest bonds, left as careless whispers in the wind. For some, the world seemed routine, almost quiet in comparison to the direction things went. The 9-5 bustle of wake up, shower, eat, work, eat, work, eat, sleep and repeat. For most people this was their life, but no longer. One day after, no one had a regular place of work anymore, or routine. All financial institutions, hospitals, news networks and military resources were all either obliterated, ransacked, or operating rogue. Humanity was all on their own, without a clue how to mend it all. As always, humanity reacted to diversity as one would expect, with fierce opposition. It must have been a mistake, or lapse of judgement that someone allowed this to happen. Humanity has never even treated themselves kindly, let alone other species.
By Aaron Mullet5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #26 Checking Dr House from Driveway
From the driveway you and Jordan start heading for the Doctor’s house, a sign is staked into the ground saying, ‘Do not enter after Dark’. “Good thing it’s still light out, hey Jordan, I can only imagine how scary it would be at night. Everything looks dead up there!”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 23
When I return to The Scarlett House, the sky is dark and Ruth is waiting in the parlor. As I close the door behind me, she jumps from her chair and hurries over to wrap me in a hug. I am still not quite use to this overly familiar style of a person who was a complete stranger just days ago.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
From Revolution to Catastrophe
It primarily attacked people’s lungs causing decreased lung capacity for the survivors. It killed millions worldwide with hundreds of millions more infected. Everyone thought it would be here for a month or two then fade away. Years into this plague, humanity developed a decreased lung capacity due to prolonged use of masks, especially earlier in life.
By Tom Doetsch5 years ago in Fiction
The Unbecoming
Another day..... It's almost time for curfew to start. I just got off work from another 24 hour shift at the hospital. I wish they would figure this shit out already. The "Others" keep killing more people. The world's top scientists are saying they are trying to find a cure, but I don't believe them. They are all just profiting off everyone.
By Sheray Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
Heart is the Key
They had been walking for what seemed like weeks. It had only been two days since the disastrous events that had rocked the world and taken almost everything from Cici. All that was left was Emily and the last words her father had spoken before he succumbed to his injuries. “You must go to your childhood fort, behind it there is a path that leads up the mountain.” He started “The mountain path will take you three days to hike.” He continued “After about three days you will come to the lake of red stones.” He said gasping for air “Behind the waterfall is a door made of rock, it will lead you home.” He said as his breath slowed. “How do we open the door?” Cici urged. “heart is the key.” He managed before drawing his last breath. “DAD, HOLD ON, NO, DAD PLEASE.” The scene just kept playing in her head over and over. The explosion, finding her dad, his death. It was on a loop in her mind.
By C.T. COLE5 years ago in Fiction