Adventure
Neo
Ashes. There was nothing but ashes. Neo swept her eyes across the horizon, and her heart ached for what once was. For a moment, she could see the city --it’s tall silver spires shining in the blinding light. For a couple seconds amidst the quiet of the valley, she could hear the sound of 5 o’clock traffic horns honking and people yelling in dismay. She blinked. The vision and its sounds faded leaving her with the sea of grey ash, and an eerie silence in its wake.
Hailey CahoonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Great Collide
This is the journal of 73. I have endeavoured to document my experiences for posterity’s sake and reveal the true ‘natures’ of the world in which we now live.
Ross Pelham Austin LockhartPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Heart-Shaped Locket Club
This is life as we know it. For as long as any of us can remember it's been this way. They say everything dried after the flood, turning everything into sand. Sand. As far as the eye can see. You could walk for hours and still more sand. They say it's because we didn't listen. We watched all the ice melt and we remained in our ways; big and boxy. They even say that we haven't changed one bit. Maybe because they don't let us but definitely not because we don't want to. I keep saying ‘we’ ‘we’ ‘we’ I almost sound French, so you may be wondering who i'm referring to.
The Twenty four
Sarah ran to the corner of the building the street lamp looking like a one-eyed cyclops waiting to tell on you. It light up the street showing all of the secrets that the night was trying to hide. She stopped and peeped around the corner, she had to make sure the shock bots weren’t patrolling. They were the new military police created by Twenty-four A.I. LLC or the Twenty-four as everyone calls them. They took over the east coast after the war. Twenty-four locked the borders and built a giant metal wall up and down the east coast and along the seaports. Only people in the upper echelons were allowed to travel outside of the walls. Everyone else unless you were in a key position in politics, medical, or business had to stay behind. It was like the Berlin wall all over again but it included the whole east coast and not just one city in a country.
Allison PinkneyPublished 3 years ago in FictionTwo Worlds Apart
Three generations after American society has fallen, anarchy has taken over the country. Many cities throughout the country have been destroyed from years of riots and bombings. Schools and libraries cease to exist, therefore the only education offered is from people's own personal book collections and daily lessons taught by the older generations.
Travis MoorePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Locket
Everyone thought the COVID pandemic would be the worst of our lives. It was. Until the next one. Turns out the next pandemic would make COVID look like the common cold.
Chris KnudsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Woman in the Locket
The Man glanced down at the locket resting in the center of his palm. It was gold-colored and heart-shaped, at the end of a long chain. The face of the heart was covered in small scratches and imperfections, suggesting the owner of the locket had possessed it for quite a long time. In several places the gold paint had worn through, revealing the metal’s true brass color. Clearly the necklace held a much greater sentimental value than a monetary one in the eyes of its previous owner.
John SokolowskiPublished 3 years ago in FictionA New World
An inflatable raft is rushing down the frigid river, overturned and bouncing between the rocks like a toy. Juan struggles to untangle his foot from the bungee cord, as he lifts his head out of the water, gasping for air. Luckily for Juan, his adventures in the wilderness with his grandmother have prepared him for this moment. An outdoorsy woman, she made sure to teach survival skills to her only grandchild by taking him on outdoor excursions throughout the country. Their “grand adventures,” as they called them, prepared him for the world he lives in now. Finally, he breaks free and swims with the current towards the riverbank. He watches as his raft disappears down the 200-foot waterfall. Exhausted and struggling to catch his breath, Juan collapses onto the muddy bank.
Serena BoggsPublished 3 years ago in FictionUnrelenting
The street was dark, and the air silent. Long shadows started to melt together. Jen peered round the corner and down the street. The melting shadows were cutting out the sunlight, making it difficult to see what was lying ahead. Regardless of how many times she travelled this road, Jen always checked. Especially at dusk. When things were more difficult to make out.
Jess NewmanPublished 3 years ago in FictionLatchley Fields
No one in the ditches knew what they were looking for. The prisoners certainly knew why they were forced to continuously dig in the hardened earth, wheeling never-ending carts of rubble up the long winding road to the back plains. It was a punishment for being on the wrong side of things during the Morality War. The worldwide battle had been so fierce it had resulted in all religion being declared illegal, before science had blossomed both for the good and for the bad.
Monique AndersonPublished 3 years ago in FictionReminiscences from the ashes
Not to sound cliché, but my world ended shortly after the rest of the world did. You and I had been planning a family trip. Well, just the two of us, but we were a family, married and happy. It was going to be our first real vacation since we had gotten married. As many others without a surplus of money, we did with what we had. I remember when you told me that the ceremony was not important, so long as you and I were married. You would rather have a secure future with me than spend a bunch of money to throw a big party, and that made me love you so much more. Not that we would have had anyone to invite to a party.
Jaime A OlveraPublished 3 years ago in FictionMy Son
The beefy captain squinted at Trajan, then his fat chin doubled, then tripled as he looked back down at the papers. The captain lethargically looked back up and met Trajan’s eyes, blinked, paused, handed back the papers, and waved him into the short tunnel. Several of the city’s fortress guns roared in the distance. A speaker crackled on and The Muezzin spoke.
Walker CalderonPublished 3 years ago in Fiction