Adventure
Reunion
It began on a grey December morning, the news reports were coming in from all around the world, the typical rhetoric from the politicians and media said do not panic but panic set in, as this was the most common response to such statements. A virus had escaped, or had developed, or had evolved, in some land far to the East that no one could pinpoint, they informed us it had the potential to kill a third of the world’s population, but again ‘do not panic’ was the repeating message.
Jeremy CavenaghPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Locked Dystopia
Malia ran down the overgrown hiking trail through the woods. Tree branches and briar patches tried to slow her. She ignored their cruel slaps and scratches and pushed past them. From the loud rumble of the engines that echoed through the canyon, she knew the raiders were coming back. She was on foot, as Chris had been. She wouldn't be able to outrun their trucks and motorcycles.
Kristen GeePublished 3 years ago in FictionFantasy Non Fiction
Greetings Everyone. August of 2019 my fiancee passed away from a massive heart attack at the age of 45. She was a wonderful woman with a heart of gold larger than Fort Knox who stood by my side as my warrior princess. A strong and honorable woman who's love was a truly a treasure.
Timothy SokoloffPublished 3 years ago in FictionStreet Rats
“SGT Dick!” he called. Corporal Bob Herrington stood facing the city. “Reconnaissance of the last standing tower is set for two clicks into the moon hours. Pack light, the final tower looks big with all those plants growing onto to it, but it’s only a stairway and two walls. Probably been picked clean already. I’m just gonna bring …”
David AlemanPublished 3 years ago in FictionUnbecoming
People are unpredictable. When you think you know someone, something happens that makes you realize that they wear their masks well. When all is revealed, truths are upended, unsettled as if in a crisis; as if in an emergency with a sense of impending doom. Freeze. Reality is not always your destiny. You are the one thing in life you can control.
The OmnichromiterPublished 3 years ago in FictionLocked In
She hands it to him. Mother to son. Flora to Orchid. A heart shaped golden locket. Inside, the melted remains of a bit of photographic paper of his great-great-great-great grandmother, the matriarch of the family and a hero in her own right. Nana Nature, as she had fondly been deemed, had been the one stopping the bulldozer, alerting the children worldwide on live link and Tick-Tock* of the impending destruction of the world. She got up on her chair. She danced and she sang like no one had before. She danced through fires. She showered herself in flames too hot and in her fireproof green jumpsuit. She showed those children the images of the earth hundreds of years ago where there was wildlife in gardens, plants and human interaction. She brought back the real conservation that was Earth Day and with a flare which has not been matched since.
DR StanislawskiPublished 3 years ago in FictionLajamanu
I reflect on the first night when the car died. I remember how the engine slowed to a paralyzing silence, everything went pitch black. I cried. Getting to Alice Springs was always going to be impossible. I searched my existence for an answer, hoping my biology would keep me alive. My sobbing ceased as I recalled something I was told about surviving out here in the dark, 'Find the moon, then follow the light down’. It was an old Aboriginal bloke I met in Katherine who told me, he furthered that ‘everything will open up.'
For the Love of Family
Navy crouched down in the dry brush and focused to control both her breathing and her heartbeat. Her pulse was ringing in her ears as she slowly slid her hands up and down the backs of her thighs allowing the tights she was wearing to dry her sweat-soaked palms. The doe she was stalking suddenly jerked her head up and got completely still save for the ears that were twitching. Listening. Navy held her breath and followed suit. Completely still but watching. Waiting. The creature resumed its meal, and Navy prepared to kill hers. She picked up the hand-crafted bow and arrow and aimed. As she exhaled, she heard the air being sliced as a foreign arrow whizzed by her ear striking her prey.
Kayla BryantPublished 3 years ago in FictionRemember
Wait! Something is missing. I quickly did a scan of the living room before my eyes landed on the almost forgotten item. Shoot! After checking that bag multiple times, you still nearly left it. As I picked up the silver heart-shaped locket, I paused. As I ran my fingers over the scratched metal and worn-out chain attached, I sighed. Get yourself together, seriously. With the thought of forgetting another valuable or needed item, one last check of the house didn’t seem like such a bad proposition.
Adrian GreenPublished 3 years ago in FictionChameleon Heart
Declan hated travelling to the Outer Reaches. Especially for work. The ride was arduous and long, with few established trails to many Sectors. Cain, his horse, was overheated and struggling. As was he. The sun beat a relentless tattoo upon the canopy, causing the air below to become dense and close. Soft, green light oozed through the treetops, bringing with it a thick, sludgy heat. Through chinks in the canopy’s armour, shards of golden sunlight penetrated through; these air holes providing the only available relief from the choking heat. Lush and overgrown, the beauty of the forest was lost upon Declan, his mind fixed firmly in annoyance with his Commissioner. It’s not that Gronk was an unreasonable man, he just seemed to hold a particular hatred for Declan. It was unusual to have to travel to the outer reaches, yet even more so when a reccy team had already been through. They should have brought the photo back with them, but Gronk’s thinking was that the Cryo had continued further out toward The Wastes after visiting his old home. This was in the opposite direction from The Interior, where Declan had travelled from. Right now though, in the oppressively sweltering heat, it was hard to think cleanly. He just wanted to get there.
Alex HeyrePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Other Half
The children ate dinner together, as they always did, in the dreary Dining Hall. The girl stared longingly out the window as she always did. In the summer nights, when the days grew longer, occasionally a bird or two would swoop down as it searched for its next meal. After dinner, the adults would escort them back to their rooms for the evening. Most of them were nice, especially the blonde lady , Violet. She was the only one who really conversed with her, in fact she was the only one of the adults to ever use her real name when addressing her. Except for her father, of course, but he was a very important man and only came to The Manor several times a year.
Eli RohnerPublished 3 years ago in FictionWhen gods are the foolish ones
They call us gods. We are no gods. If anything, we do hold the responsibility of the current situation. And the past. But we are blinded from the guilt by our shiny tower over the clouds. We were selfish and coward. We secluded ourselves away from the damage, we shut our eyes close and decided to ignore the rest of the world. Or what survived of it. And we’ve been ruling from up there. Living like royalty when the others are down here, providing us with vital supplies in exchange of leftover crumbs.
Ana DeloretPublished 3 years ago in Fiction