Adventure
New world
“Fuck.. me..” I say as I peer out into the new world which is yet to be scouted. Oh right.. you’d be reading this like.. “new world… huh?”. Let me catch you up here. So yesterday was the last day of Earth as you, well not ‘you’, but ‘future you’ knew it… because you see, you’re reading this in 2021 as for some reason that’s the year we (the community of still living) are sending all these brain thoughts and compiled memories written for the pleasure of your brain’s squishy curiosity section. Yesterday the planet known as Earth ceased to exist when an unknown planet which we now know is called Denduro, collided with Earth. Now two planets colliding may make you think, “how can anything still be living and how is….” okay just hold up, I understand that it seems, well, frankly it seems insane. Two worlds colliding in the physical and literal sense as apposed to the metaphorical sense, but it is true. There is just more to the universe than anyone could have anticipated. When Denduro came hurtling at a rapid pace towards Earth with no warning and only 3 minutes for people to frantically race around trying to find their families or a phone to facetime their loved ones, well everyone was scared shitless as can be predicted. It was the most gut-wrenching, horrific sight. People lost their humanity in those few minutes. While I clutched tight onto my younger sibling Andaya’s small hand.. yes, I have a .. well.. just listen. My younger sibling Andaya who was only 10 years old was stabbed and died in my arms. It appeared that whilst some were calling their loved ones, others likely without loved ones were taking it upon themselves to depopulate Earth, as if what was happening, was happening because humans ran the world into the ground, and them decreasing the population at the last minute might save them.
Sappho's Locket
Prologue - Adira My parents were ripped away from me when I was a small child. Their love was forbidden. For 8 years, I have learned to live on my own. The streets have become my domain. I’m like an alley cat - I prowl and I hunt and then I attack with vigor.
Eliza MartinPublished 11 months ago in Fiction
Symbol of Love
Today’s excavation hadn’t really come of much, which wasn’t a surprise since Nam had already combed through this primeval 20th century surface home twice before. However, she insisted on looking it over one last time. There was something about this place that kept bringing her back to look again. All that could be heard in the shell of a house was the rattle of a backpack heavier than Nam, and the sound floorboards creaking with her every step like ice, threatening to crack and pull her below.
Millie RowleyPublished 11 months ago in FictionSam's Nightmare
So, this here. This is a picture of my mother. Ignore the rest of the junk for now, I’ll get to it tomorrow. It’s old enough to where it’s starting to get that faded, yellow tint. Though somewhat harrowing, I think it’s fitting that it’s in a heart shape. If only it was a square or at least a rectangle, it would be easier to carry without worrying about it creasing, but I’m still willing to die to save this photo, because to be honest, it would be difficult to remember what she looked like if I didn’t manage to salvage it.
Justin Ryutaro JohnstonPublished 11 months ago in FictionThe Most Unreliable Account of a Small Town Zombie Apocalypse
This is my account of the 'zombie' apocalypse. Also known as 'The Great Insect Takeover of 2017'. This is one of those writings in which I don't exactly know where to begin, or how to end.
Karina ThyraPublished 11 months ago in FictionBirdy
White linen tickled the roots of the tall grass blades, the foliage was rich and glorious. The sun blanketed the already warm surface of her planet making the air sweet. Walking further and further into the green, the air became wetter than sweat. And just like how a fish breathes she imagined herself doing the same. Gliding through the kelp forests. She used her gills to survive. The irony of her thirst as the trees leaked sweet sap and condensation made her giggle.
Gabs BuckleyPublished 11 months ago in FictionThe World We See
Humidity. It's a stifling thing that Beckett is not used to. In the Safeguard, the air is normally perfect. Easy to breathe, a nice temperature--and it doesn't feel like one is wading through a swamp as they walk on an open field.
Katherine Ross (She/They)Published 11 months ago in Fiction
Human History
The old museum was dimly lit. The night wind howled through the broken windows near the entrance. It was here that Oliver knew he would find the man who took his wife. Before the collapse, this museum was an ode to our history. Now none of that seemed to matter. Oliver peered around the lobby, which was dimly lit by a few candles on the welcome desk. Graffiti spoiled the walls around him. The place was run down, dirty and dismal, a grim reminder of what we used to be. Oliver vaulted a rusted, old turnstile, but his foot slipped and moved it slightly with a loud creak. Suddenly, the PA system crackled to life and a glitched out voice echoed through the empty halls.
R. K. StrangePublished 11 months ago in FictionSo Ideal
Hayden sits on the bench inside the bus depot. He zips his sketchbook into his backpack. His eyes dart around. A security guard’s coming. He shrinks his neck into his hoodie and reads a brochure. The guard passes. He looks at the boards. Fifty minutes until departure.
Zephyr ZywickPublished 11 months ago in Fiction
The Great Silencing
I always knew I was born for this, but I never knew the price I’d pay. Before the Great Silencing, when things were “normal”, I despised it all. Society, the rat race, narcissism and social media, it all led to this. No one was paying attention…except for people like me; those constantly plagued with nagging intuitive feelings and dreams of total societal collapse, which clearly manifested, in spite of everyone rolling their eyes at what they thought were conspiracy theories or paranoia at the time.
Tess BerginPublished 11 months ago in FictionAlong Came the Others
The plummet wasn’t nearly as eventful as we expected. No War of The Worlds chaos, no mass public illness wiping out the population, there wasn’t even a red alert sent out to anyone’s phone, the end of the world happened just as it began; abruptly and before we even knew what was happening.
What comes after forever?
"Till death do us part" The embers from the fire threatened to land in Andi's eyes at any minute. She refused to close them, her two big beautiful brown eyes stare unphased as sparks of fire flirt for her attention. She refused to acknowledge them and instead focused on who was in front of her.
