Short Story
Outlast Me
The heat was approaching unbearable. Two lone figures stumbled across the barren expanse, the sun beating down on them. It’d been three days and two nights since they’d set out, hoping to find something of use. They wore light layers to keep the sun from roasting their skin, using their water sparingly. Even so, it was wearing on them more than they anticipated.
By Stonie Williams5 years ago in Fiction
The Evil
Night, mid spring Journal entry 444 The Change We were together, you and I, for a number of years. With you I experienced the most magic I never knew existed in this world. I also experienced the darkest depths of a human soul. The insanity that love can cause.
By Al Inclusion5 years ago in Fiction
Whatever We Are
The night was chilly, much cooler than it should’ve been for the time of year. There was no point in trying to predict weather patterns anymore, though. The explosion had seen to that. Most days were either hotter than hot, or colder than cold. The rain made your flesh itch and humidity upset your lungs. You had to breathe through your mouth on windy days; no man could bear the stench that rode on the breeze.
By Amber Carta5 years ago in Fiction
The Reckoning
Is this life? I thought to my self as i stood there holding my weapon across another females face defending the last known piece of bread to mankind. She reminded me of myself honestly, roughly almost 16 years of age, jet black hair with hazel eyes. We could have been related if someone random bumped into us in the street. But that didn’t matter what mattered at this moment was that i needed to make a name for myself. If some random girl can steal my food the other people out here may get the idea to try and do the same. “Let go of the bread and you can keep your life” ““this is a post apocalypse where everything around us is dirt and we are almost to the stage of cannibalism do as you please, not much to live for anyway.”” she had a point and now I’m in an even worse position in taking control of the situation. All eyes are on us now as she utters “kill me if you please” as i held the pocket knife more firm against her neck i took a chance to think.. this is what started where we are today. The control for power has drove everyone insane and made them turn on each other. “We can share it, it’s not much but both of us will get a portion and peace can be maintained “ in that moment everyone around us seemed more shocked i offered to share instead of just kill her. It’s like they were hoping for an exciting fight scene. “Fine” she said as she rolled her eyes.. for some reason i enjoyed her random yet slightly aggressive attitude. I handed over the bread and started to walk away. Little did i know i had a new associate right behind me. ““So what’s your name?”” The random girl asked. “Maia” i responded. ““That’s interesting what does it stand for? And my name is Sarai. I’m not sure if my name has much meaning.”” “My name originates from the meaning brave warrior.” “”Wow is that how you know how to fight so well?””
By Tati Andrews5 years ago in Fiction
And then they woke up
The girl was huddled by the fire, cradling a can of soup she had taken from the old store on the corner. Stars were appearing in the sky as the sun hid from the day that had been and darkness settled over the street, sealing in the cold and dolor that had taken over the girl’s bones. Her patrol to the neighbouring suburbs had proven to be less fruitful than she had hoped. It had been three months since everyone left, and the girl had been working tirelessly since then to find answers.
By jaime elizabeth5 years ago in Fiction
The Hearts Call-Chapter 3
Winds whipped loose dirt and ash around outside of a cave as Lizzy tossed and turned in her sleeping bag. Her face was dirty from days of being on the run without finding anywhere to get more water or clean up. A howl in the distance stirred her, causing her to open her eyes and look around. This was the hardest part of the day since the crash, waking up to find it was all real. It reminded her that her grandfather was gone, much like her father. If she couldn't find a way out of the hot zone and back to San Diego, Lizzy was all alone.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Locket
The Golden Locket by Jeff Naparstek The timing was impeccable. The year was Twenty-Two Fifty Six. The Third Great Depression in less than three hundred years had devastated the economy. The government offered to "help" families with their financial struggle. The price of gold had plummeted to forty-two dollars an ounce. The Senate approved a stabilizing cap of one hundred dollars an ounce for anything purer than eighteen karats.
By Jeff Naparstek5 years ago in Fiction
Where You Go, I Go
As Temperance walked down the path she kept an eye out for any signs regarding the safety zone. She had been alone for nearly two weeks, making her way through what once was the bustling city of Cleveland, Ohio. Though, buildings remained and remnants of homes still stood, the setting was an eerie silence. She had not seen any other survivors since the last air raid. She grasped the heart shaped locket that hung heavy around her neck.
By Samantha Highben5 years ago in Fiction
THE SEA-HEART
From the Diary of Princess Mercia… We are Aquatitans; Aquarius is our home. The land of this Sixth Earth is a scorched plain by a burning sun; or an arctic demise due to a devastating winter. The skies are alight with electricity or smog; and are prone to hunting forces. The sky and land of Sixth Earth have constantly given themselves away to war. None can exist on Sixth Earth by day during ¾ of the year; or night OR day during the Tundra. Land dwellers have been driven underground and only technology, and an insatiable appetite for conquest, can continue to save the dwellers of the sky. Aquarius is our safe harbor and the only haven that Sixth Earth has left. In our strength, we Aquatitans keep it that way; and in our wisdom, we do not use our strength to intercede in affairs beyond our own. Sixth Earth’s demise was due to former generations; and THESE Earth-dwellers would live beneath the ground rather than clean up what is around them. As for the Skylanders, they are bitter, cold, and would not advance a conflict if they were not surrounded in the technology to make it worthwhile. Our place is in the sea; my father has always told me so. To even enter a scorching Earth could lead to great sickness for me; or lead to a misunderstanding that my walking the land would mean that my people have chosen a side. If I had listened with a diplomat’s brain and not my youthful heart, I would not have lost the Aquatitans’ Heart, our greatest treasure; and a presumed token of alliance should it be returned…
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
