Adventure
Wandering around the aftermath of things
You couldn’t function without one…a pass.. that little card to swipe somewhere or to swipe to access something…I miss the old way of life.
Bradford HillPublished 3 years ago in FictionWar for the Outside Locket
Feeling like you’re about to collapse is extremely inconvenient when you’re running for your life… and all of humanity. It all began with a 50-year long war, then betrayal, and now this. This metal, cold, heavy, heart-shaped locket I held was the key to everything we could have ever hoped for. A war was fought for it one hundred years ago. Well, we didn’t know that part until the war was over. Then the real war began. Our livelihoods were destroyed for what we thought was freedom, but now we are learning that we were all greatly deceived. They wanted us to destroy ourselves so they could take over. “How much longer are these guys gonna chase us?” Mel was clearly winded, too. She could barely breathe, and I began seeing stars. I was fading fast. “Mel, I think I’m gonna pass out.” Mel was determined. “Just keep pushing, we’re almost there!” I fished the locket out of one of the pockets on the inside of my jacket and suddenly felt nauseous; the adrenaline was gone, but we couldn’t afford to give up. “Mel! Take it!” Mel was indignant. “What? No!” My vision went blank and I felt my knees crash into the earth below me. I stuck my arm out to brace myself but it was of no help.
Olivia BledsoePublished 3 years ago in FictionWhite, Water
Imagine, if you will, you’re a ball. If you were a ball, you’d be lucky if you had any awareness at all, but how would having awareness truly serve a ball? A ball doesn’t serve much purpose outside of the rolling or bouncing it was designed to do. Now, imagine a newly aware ball being plucked out of the ocean, sopping wet, and bounced around in a dryer for a few hours. That’s akin to how Ando felt when he started to regain consciousness on the plush leather couch in the office of the woman sitting across from him.
Lee Bennett, IIIPublished 3 years ago in FictionHypnotized
Dana opened her eyes. All she saw was some sort of grayish dust in the air and dark skies. Her hearing was gone, replacing it with a ringing in her ears.
Parallax Unbound
By Aly De Angelus and Robert Haynes Toni’s chest heaved under the weight of the rubble. Each labored breath ignited a furious cough, while the settling dust and ash caked dry the tears on her cheeks. She felt the warmth of blood on her leg as she sat up and looked around.
Aly De AngelusPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Collector
FINNEAS “Wealth, devourer of man,” Finneas echoed, “carrier of chaos.” His eager eyes darted across the newly formed chapel, a mass of mud and brick. Paranoia had begun to set in. His expression would’ve raised questions, if not for the protruding scar that attracted the majority of speculation.
Taylor Dylan SmithPublished 3 years ago in FictionFading Memories
Garrett Flynn, after surviving unfathomable odds and living a miraculous life for 87 years, was dying. As he lay in bed, covered by his tattered, sweat soaked flannel nightshirt, breathing noisily, he slowly gazed around the room, barely able to discern the figures surrounding him. The beeping of the monitors in the sterilized room were the only discernable sounds beyond his labored breathing. His disheveled appearance, dried split lips, whiskered face, and unwashed white hair contrasted sharply with the starched linen pillowcase and the antiseptic environment he was in at the military hospital.
Rodney DavisPublished 3 years ago in FictionCatastrophe
“Jesha, you’re going to get caught!” Erit whispered frantically at his dark-haired sister. He could see the curiosity burning in her eyes as she peeked over the concrete barrier surrounding the Gagazan outpost.
Joshlyn JacksonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe New Ecology of Forest Clemons
The New Ecology of Forest Clemons day... Tuesday, June 28th 2112 1:17 p.m. The air humid, annoyingly warm. Dark gray hearted clouds hung low, moving fast over our, empty, almost lifless, now quiet town. The sky a bright blue over our heads, faded-out into the summer air; where at the horizon thunderheads rested in a haze of baby blues and soft pinks.
Armando H.Published 3 years ago in FictionThe Old World
I often imagine what the world looked like before it became dull and lifeless. I’ve heard the stories of thriving cities, colorful cultures, and lovely people that succeed in a working environment. I often stay up wondering what my life would have been like if I was born in a different time. Would I be happy? Would I not feel suffocated? Forced by a society that dictates what we eat, what we do, and how we feel?
Jordan LargeyPublished 3 years ago in FictionFrom The Past, A Vicious Maw
Flames gulped with avarice at their meal of wood and kindling. Smoke trailed into the blighted, starless night. The firelight illuminated the pages of a psychology textbook Nora had recovered from the charred bones of a university library. Miraculously, the book had hidden unscathed beneath the rubble. And when she’d found it amidst the wreck, she saw herself in the browned pages. Both of them were lone survivors in a sea of ash.
Alex BuscemiPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Fruitless Venture
One of the man’s favorite toys as a child were those View-Masters where you look into the eyepiece and click through 3-D images on a cardboard disc. He found one not too long ago rummaging through the remnants of a thrift store. Disappointingly, there was nothing left of traditional value, but as he made his way back out of the building, the red plastic of the toy caught his eye. Discarded on the ground to collect dust, there must have been countless people before him who passed it over. He stooped down and picked it up. With a silent prayer that the toy still held a disc, he looked through the viewfinder. To his quiet delight, he was treated to a look at New Orleans, the old New Orleans. He chuckled as he remembered a college trip where he got sick on beignets and daiquiris. As he clicked through the disc, he allowed himself to be transported to this tiny world, and for a short while he escaped the current reality that gripped his every thought and action. He lost track of how many times he cycled through the precious paper disc before tearing himself away. He considered taking the View-Master with him but ultimately set it back down in the dust it came from. He hoped it could provide that temporary escape for the next passerby. Perhaps that was what the last person had done for him.
Lauren SprattPublished 3 years ago in Fiction