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There was no warning.
You would think that the end of civilization would be global warming; with how bad the pollution to the environment and ozone was. Nothing could have prepared us for this. Even with all of the monitoring from the scientists; they couldn't have prevented this. The government had no disaster plan for such a catastrophic event. So we're all on our own now.
By Rachel Slater3 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 16
The two ski patrolmen guide me all the way to the bottom of the mountain and across to the buildings of the ski resort. When they reach the walkway, they remove their skis and carry me, still strapped to the stretcher, the short way across the open space, to the First Aid Clinic. I turn my head as far as the brace will let me as we pass the lodge in hopes that I might see Tucker. He and Millie could be sitting out on the deck and I’d have one of the medics get his attention. But I don’t see them. Probably keeping warm inside.
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction
Waiting to Go Home
Looking down on the surface of the old Mother Earth, we are coming up to Extraction Zone 401. The latest band of extracts are being rounded up by the Dollarzen Troops. When it is their time, you see them run to and fro much like mouse scattering and scurrying from their captors.
By Shahnee Hunter3 years ago in Fiction
Honored by Heirlooms
Littered across the floor of the dark expansive warehouse were half crushed cardboard boxes, and cans strung up together as a makeshift warning bell. The double doors behind them, they counted their steps to track their movements through the dark. They’d been warned of entering this specific clash zone. It wasn’t just this warehouse they needed to be concerned with. Or the people...
By Kyla Fleming3 years ago in Fiction
Putting a Price on Life
I love the sensation of cool water against a human’s skin, which is why I’m endlessly diving into any body of water in a form outside of my natural wolf state. It just feels better across smooth flesh instead of dampening all my fur. My own wolf form evolved into a mid-shape between humans and wolves, so I can run on all fours or my two back paws, which thins my fur out a bit more than the standard looking wolves who run on all four paws. The water weight is still annoying, though, even without a thicker coat.
By Dani Banani3 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
i Reggie sat on the train holding the violin case as though his life depended on it; considering where he was bringing it, he thought, it could very well be true. Dressed in the only suit he owned, he hardly felt like the gentleman he was supposed to look like. Wearing a dark brown pinstripe, a colour which Claire said did nothing for him, he pulled his tie loose and looked out of the window at the slowly disappearing countryside. The lush, green rolling hills of Devon had given way to the stark industrial reality of what would soon be London. That was the moment he realized he hadn’t missed it. He shifted uneasily in his seat, his hip feeling sore because of the time he’d spent sitting in the one position.
By ben woestenburg3 years ago in Fiction
SEARTH
Day 3650 of SEARTH I’ve done everything to accomplish simply staying alive. But I feel like I’m done. I’m alive, but am I living? I’ve been so busy staying alive and helping other “Leftovers” survive. So busy, being a human who refuses to melt. Up until today I never questioned being a leftover. I fancied myself a tad stale and tough, but well seasoned and still useful. I've saved my share of lives. Useful. But today or yesterday, I lost my hearts. And that may be the cherry on top of this melted shit sundae we’ve been calling, survival. My own personal dealbreaker. I'm unsure if I still care to be useful.
By Dayna Clark3 years ago in Fiction
A Baker’s Dozen Faberge Eggs
As the Flying Dutchman approached the central courtyard of the Russian Gatchina palace, Captain Hook trained his spyglass upon a central window above the fountain and focused it on the grand table displaying the collection of Faberge eggs. “That there’s our target mates.” he shouted. The ship landed in the center of the courtyard, on either side palace guards rushed to man rows of cannons that lined the walls facing the sides of the ship. “Drop anchor.” Captain Kidd was heard to say. The massive anchor dropped from the side of the ship digging deep into the finely trimmed lawn of the courtyard. By this time the palace guards on either side of the ship were loading gunpowder and cannon balls into the lines of cannons trained on the mysterious interloping vessel. “Man the cannons.” Jack Sparrow shouted at the crew. Several skeleton crew members jumped into the gold-framed seats attached to the cannons in the gun rooms. Atop each cannon there were small gold framed cages with tiny whale oil lamps in one corner and a hovering pixie chained to the opposite corner. The pixies looked on in fright anticipating the battle to come. A dull silence drifted across the courtyard as a bird of prey circled above. The bird narrowed it’s gaze and spotted the skeletons manning the ship. In it’s confusion it let out a screech breaking the calm. On one side of the ship a Russian commander shouted “Fire!” On the other side his counterpart shouted the identical command. Rows of cannons on either side of the ship unleashed cannon ball after cannon ball at the ship as musketeers knelt and fired their long guns, quickly replaced by backups standing behind them. The cannon balls struck the sides of the pixie dush covered ship and cracked like walnuts then fill to the ground doing no harm. Long John Silver held high his sword and shouted “All right me hearties, it’s a fight they be want’n, attack.” One of the skeleton crew members in the gun room shouted “You heard the Captain. Fire!” The cannon gunners swung round on their seats and pressed the triggers on the steering wheel like handles mounted on the backs of the cannons. The whale oil lamps flared and the pixies responded in terror hopelessly struggling to avoid the glow and heat of the flames. As they did pixie dust fell into funnels mounted on the base of their small cages. That caused the cannon balls to shoot from the cannons in blinding speed sparkling and followed by trailing streaks of lightning. The balls landed in the midst of the palace cannoneers sending cannons and guard flying in all directions. When the rows of the palace defenses had been shattered the Jolly Roger shouted “Ok maties, to the palace and fetch me them eggs.” On either side of the ghost ship planks were lowered and teams of skeleton crews charged off the ship and headed forward towards the central palace where they rounded the great fountain and charged their way into the main palace entrance. They ran through the main entrance way and charged up each side of the symmetrical staircase. Captain Hook on one side and Blackbeard on the other sweeping aside all guards that attempted to stand in their way. They divided and charged around the balcony that ringed the main entrance way meeting at the entrance of the central display room where the priceless treasure awaited. Blackbeard took a musket handgun from his belt and aimed it at the double doorway then fired. A small bolt of lightning run from it exploding the doors leaving only splinters where they had stood. Central in the room was the grand display table with over a dozen Faberge eggs on various styled mounts. In fount of the table were the palace’s last line of defense, sword welding elite palace guards with the mad monk Rasputin in the center waving a tall staff in the air. “By the power of the ancient forces you will not pass.” He shouted. Captain Hook and Blackbeard traded looks at each other. Captain Hook shouted “There be our treasure mates, charge.” The elite palace guard engaged in a sword fight with the skeleton crewmen. However, their metal swords were no match for the pixie dust enhanced swords and shields used by the pirate crew. The only one left standing was Rasputin in his long dark robe and staff. “He be mine.” Stated Captain Hook as he replaced his sword in his belt. He and Rasputin circled each other preparing to strike. Rasputin let fly blow after blow from his long staff. Captain Hook fended off each blow with his razor shape golden hook. Captain Hook charged and parried sending Rasputin stumbling back towards the large central window overlooking the courtyard. Rasputin attempted another blow from his staff. Captain Hook dodged then stepped on the staff pinning it to the floor. Rasputin looked up into the empty eye sockets of Captain Hook’s skull. “Got ye.” Was the last thing he heard before feeling himself being lifted by hand and hook and thrown headfirst through the window. The captain’s hook had snagged on Rasputin’s long robe and it remained behind as Rasputin landed in the fountain below with nothing but his shame and long underwear. As the Captain freed his hook of the wayward garment, he shouted “Collect me them golden eggs, a long voyage back to Treasure Island we have. And be lively about it.”
By Jesse B. Carlisle3 years ago in Fiction