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The World Must Be Peopled
Overhead – a falcon; kestrel? No, a buzzard. Two: One each. In her delirium (she was still drunk with that arid fatigue which the permanently dehydrated subsist in) she pitched her foot against a rock and gave a yelp of pain. The buzzards took no notice of the blood which oozed like water from a stone struck in anger.
By Tristan Stone3 years ago in Fiction
Locket
I pulled the grate closed behind me. I knew id be safe if I moved further in to the tunnels, but it is unfamiliar territory. Id never even thought about coming down here, not before, not during, and certainly not now... After the war, all crime is punishable by death. I still had to move.
By Colin Bryant3 years ago in Fiction
The lonely drifter
20.03.2032 Another boring Saturday. Today is cold. Colder than before. It has been a while since I last wrote I couldn’t find a pen that would work. I don’t know why I bother really. If I had just gave up when I was kicked out, life would have been easier. No one warns you that living on the streets is so… cold. In all ways. People stopped looking at me, instead they look through me. I used to have things. Not just somewhere to live, but interests, hobbies, things. Now it’s just me, my change of clothes, whatever change I find for food and this damn diary.
By Leigh Williams3 years ago in Fiction
To Walk in the Rubble
The year is 2783, Earth is pretty much destroyed. It was not a World War like many people thought it was going to be, the world had gained peace. It was not Global Warming either, that was a joke from the start back in the 21st century. No, it was not aliens, there is still no proof they exist. Nor was it the over harvesting of natural resources, we learned to make synthesized materials long before that happened. Not disease or even famine, health care and food preparation were distributed Earth wide by the automated computerized systems. So what did finally destroy Earth?
By Kathryne J Rhode 3 years ago in Fiction
Arcane Enchantment, Alchemy, Purification, Silver & Gold
Sol reserves his works of magic. Light uncontrolled is chaotic! Some enchantment is erotic. People suffer with disbelief. To Sol it is a source of grief. Sol’s pure love, is man’s great relief. If you feel that life is mundane, take a taste of Sol’s light arcane. You’ll live in a magic membrane. Love is the ultimate power. Sol's gaze, a cosmic ray shower. His natures like a sunflower. Not all forms of magic are bad. They all carry a form of rad. Improper use can turn out sad. Believe in truths great enchantment. Sol lives his life with commitment. It’s a source of pure excitement!
By David Duran 3 years ago in Fiction
The Nurse in the Downfall of Healthcare
The nurse walks down the near-empty hall of the cardiac intensive care unit. Her brand-new black clogs clack rhythmically on the marble flooring. She hums to herself as she logs out of work and waves good-bye to the arriving night shift. Today was rather slow. The only patient in the unit is a man in his late fifties who just got out of heart surgery. He had had an arrhythmia that was repeatable under stress testing, and the doctors ordered the implant of a pacemaker. The implantation was successful, and the patient is being watched for a few days.
By Hayley Roberts3 years ago in Fiction