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Do Not Eat the Corn
I remember the view from this spot before it all began. There was a rainbow touching down at the top of the hill, which was covered in green grass and overlooked a creek, long dry by now. On the other side of the creek were fields of corn, green and luscious. Then the rain tapered off to almost nothing. Tornadoes and high winds further dried out the land. The population was a fraction of what it once was.
By Noah Glenn3 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 17
After an hour in the First Aid Clinic, I am finally allowed to leave. Dr. Strange is still a bit concerned about a concussion and sends me off with stern warning that if my head ache increases at all, or I feel dizzy or faint, I am to go to the hospital immediately. My arm is in a sling and the pain is still exceeding the pain killers that the German nurse gave me, but I don’t care. I have to get back to my family. I still can’t reach Tucker on his mobile. I try to assure myself that it’s probably just dead again. He must have left his charger back in the room. He is probably very worried about where I am.
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction
When The Air Runs Out (part 3)
Carly could not believe her own eyes. Her parents were dead, she saw the car, there was no way the survived the crash with the way the car was crushed. She had seen their bodies go into the fire to be cremated, something they had left in their wills. She stood up, staring at this woman that could not be her mom, but she looked and sounded so much like her, and her eyes, Carly would always remember the look in her mother's eyes and this woman had that look. "I...excuse me..." Carly sputtered and ran into her bathroom, locking the door behind her. She hadn't actually looked in the bathroom until now. Though it was small, it was pretty nice and had everything she needed, toilet, sink and shower. She finally had her own shower instead of the communal one in the middle of the floor her dorm room was on.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Fiction
The High Keeper
A sudden forgotten task leapt into my mind. I looked at the trees around me, cataloging each. Spruce, pine, elm, maple… Not the tree I needed; I had to go deeper into the forest. Alder, I needed to find an alder tree. It would be easy to spot one this time of year. Long catkins covered in tiny white-yellow flowers would be hanging from the branches. It wasn’t these I was after though. I needed an alder tree for one of the residents of its branches. High, high up in the top of the alder tree, safe from deer who munched the moss on its trunk, and too sparce to provide the cover birds desired, grew a rare flower, a type of yellow orchid called Wizard’s Tears.
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
The Only Choice
Josh Lam sits in the waiting room and tries, painfully, to catch his breath. His knee bounces. He scrolls through his feed, blind to the headlines and posts. A number in the corner of the phone pulses: Four. Four. Four. When he’d arrived this morning, the nurse at reception had smiled tightly and swiped the number over to his cell. It had been one hundred forty-seven then.
By Griffen Bernhard3 years ago in Fiction
The Silver skulls of Aldea
It was a warm summer night on the Street of Aldea. I was taking one of my frequent climbs up my favorite tree, to get away from my parents fighting. This was a very tall redwood, that took a good twenty minutes to climb to the top. Once at the top you could see the entire neighborhood, and I was looking forward to the peace and tranquility. I had almost reached the top when I heard the voice......" Brandon, don't be alarmed ." Someone was already at the top of my favorite thinking tree with me. I was shocked at first , but He said very soothingly ..." Don't fall, I can't catch you if you fall and she would want me to catch you."
By Brandon Cox3 years ago in Fiction
The High Keeper
My mother used to tell me stories about what things were like before. She would tell me how the world was a kinder place, that people were not so fearful of each other. Sometimes she would sing me songs she had heard in Nandorun, the capital city, before it became a place of fear to people like me, before the Rune Lords betrayed us. She said everything was spring and summer then. But that was long before I was born, when my mother was still a young girl. I don’t have any memories like she does, I can’t even really imagine a world like that.
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
Dawn of the Endless
The figure stood atop the battlements silhouetted by a flickering night sky. He leaned heavily against the stone surface, his hands gripping the top of the structure, his shoulders bunched together. The stench of burning wafted from the city below, a smell tinged with more than just the fiery buildings.
By Craig Grant3 years ago in Fiction
From Science Fiction to Reality: The Evolution of Artificial Intelligence
What was once a fabrication of the creative mind of some our most renowned sci-fi scholars, man-made consciousness (AI) is flourishing in our regular day to day existences. We're as yet a couple of years from having robots available to our no matter what, yet AI has effectively had a significant effect in more inconspicuous manners. Climate figures, email spam separating, Google's hunt forecasts, and voice acknowledgment, such Apple's Siri, are altogether models. What these innovations share practically speaking are AI calculations that empower them to respond constantly progressively. There will be developing agonies as AI innovation advances, yet the beneficial outcome it will have on society as far as effectiveness is tremendous.
By waqar jameel3 years ago in Fiction