Adventure
Portal of the Dark - Forever Nights
It's dark out at mid-day. The sun is in the sky, but its light intensity has been dimmed to that of what the moon used to be, and the sky is no longer blue with other stars shining through. Standing structures are still mostly intact, but largely unusable in the once populous suburban area of San Francisco, and some solar powered street lights still gently illuminate, but most of downtown is sunk 40 foot into the bay. The once bustling area is now home to shadows, and creatures lurk about. They are the ones to watch out for. Alyssa knows this.
Sunday GraciaPublished 3 years ago in FictionFood for Thought
November 2nd, 2222 Today is the beginning of the end. We’ve been waiting so long for this. My nerves make me want to run away into the forest and never return but there is too many lives in my hand. I know my conscious wouldn’t let me live with that. I feel the rough bark on the branch I’m sitting on and look out over the city that is bustling a few miles away, just beneath my feet.
Caitlyn HemphillPublished 3 years ago in FictionHeartbreakerz
Mika entered the blackened wasteland of New Los Angeles cautiously. Bleached bones of broken skulls and twisted skeletal remains of cyborg casualties looked up at her hoverboard with grisly premonition. The endless drone of online units searching for human survivors provided dull ambience to the sharp metallic twang of bullets ricocheting off aluminum and steel bodies. Mika effortlessly glided over wounded refugees and carcasses, weaving in between the husks of burnt out mechs. A small band of armed men and women huddled behind a smoldering tank scrambling to reload ammunition as a fully automated soldier equipped with laser guided missiles launched a full out assault. Scavengers were everywhere, scattering like roaches as search lights combed the city.
Daddy MilagroPublished 3 years ago in FictionSigue El Sol
The land was scorched. Red skies walled every horizon. Only the hardiest of plants survived out here, and there, face down, lay the sun etched body of a young woman. There was a limit to how long she could have been there given the unforgiving climate, but in her current position with great copper clouds scraping the sky and ground she lay closing in, it would only take a couple hours for death to be certain, if not by dehydration, then radiation
Beating Hearts are not so Silent
The embers reminded me of the fireflies who would come to kiss our hands and cheeks the way they danced on the gentle Wind, who laid Her hands over the Mountains to mourn. She had tried to calm the Flames from the explosions and crashes, but the Flames were consumed with frenzy. The Wind could see the terror in the Flames as He took the Wind's strength against either of Their Wills. The rubble shifted around me as I held my ears and screamed with the Wind.
Jayde ShertzPublished 3 years ago in FictionWithin the Heart
I closed my eyes. My world seemed to be fading. Ending. Deep down I knew that it wouldn’t end here. It couldn’t end here. I’d fought too hard to see everything collapse before me. I wouldn’t give up now. The journey ahead would be dangerous and we’d quite literally be risking the life of hundreds of people. But that day I decided that we would be the survivors. The ones who would tell the stories years from now. The ones who’d be able to say that they crossed the galaxy and found our new home among the stars. The ones who lived through the total destruction of our once beautiful planet, Zenqua.
Sophia MakarenkoPublished 3 years ago in FictionTill Death
They looked into each others’ eyes, reciting their vows, deliberately, yet sweetly. As they exchanged their rings she also gave him a heart-shaped locket that was passed from generation to generation, from mother to daughter to be given to their loved one during their wedding ceremony as a symbol of their eternal love.
Alex PerezPublished 3 years ago in FictionScavenged Destiny
Scavenging had become a lost art. The dead had so much they didn't need. Before the new dawn, life had been so comfortable that people bought the latest and greatest in trivialities and home decor instead of the basics of life. Survival had gone to the back burner on the newest top of the line industrial stove. But the dead didn't have mouths to feed. Their homes had been stripped for parts. Nowadays you didn't find much but brick and bone. All stripped away, but a good scavenger could always find gold in a pile of dirt.
Christopher BeesleyPublished 3 years ago in FictionTituba’s Wish
Tituba’s Wish A journey to save the rest of mankind from themselves MAY 25th, 2020 13:09 After a week and some odd days of stealing vehicles and rigging them, many deserted stores looted, in which, I have acquired this notebook, some people, unfortunately, in this case, women double crossed in order to maintain and sustain, and the unforgettably disturbing last interaction with my younger brother, my only remaining family member, I have finally made it to Boston from the absolute atrocity that has become, New York City. To be honest, I almost lost faith in getting here but it indeed became a rite of spirit to get here. My mother, Laura Thompson, is buried near Bunker Hill and in my aim to still accomplish things in the midst of an insoluble global genocide, you would think I’d be more careful in my pursuit that would either leave me forlorn and or with a momentary sense of joy. Nonetheless, as I gaze out into the sky with a delightful breeze that hugs my face, I feel indifferent to the world in front of me. Believe me, Boston is a beautiful place, but now it’s ravaged only by the distant sounds of screaming, growls, grunts, and the animals that live to witness the destruction of almost half the population.
Dickens Doomsday
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. “That’s it?” “Good old Charles Dickens.” “We’ve been looking for that locket for 2 weeks now. And all we get is a quote from an old book?”
Brandon VermeerPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Jarl
“All the way back in the year 2022 the entire world was unimaginably different. My darling you have never seen anything like it. Back then our little village didn’t even exist. Everything was so very different from now, the sky was blue and there was grass everywhere. The people were allowed to go and do whatever they wanted and even worship how they wanted. We didn’t even have enforcers. Everything changed so quickly, no one had time to prepare. On a boring day that seemed too normal to be true the skies opened up and the wrath of the gods rained down upon us all. Tsunamis and hurricanes ripped across the great seas, and tornadoes and blizzards devastated the land. Several areas remain uninhabitable to this day. Those were the worst of the miscreants. You see my love, we hadn’t honored the land as the Gods wanted us to and they punished us for it. Millions of people were killed and nearly everyone was left homeless. Our people fled the ruins of our city and found this land. We called it Horga and began to build our new lives, using the wreckage to build our new homes. Once again honoring the gods we lived a life filled with abundance. Until the Odinson’s took over, that is." I said somberly while clutching the small golden locket that I always wore, to my chest. “Thats silly Nanna this is the way it has always been and always will be, everyone knows that. That was also like eighty years ago.” Helka said like the confident girl she had always been. Truthfully it had only been 40 years but I wasn’t going to argue. Helka blurted out, “Besides there is only one god and that is Odin, Jarl Dagfinn wouldn’t lie about that.” Helka was excitedly waving her arm around as she spoke, I noticed the K branded into her right wrist. “My poor darling” I thought to myself and nodded at her “You get some rest Helka dear, Nanna has to get home before curfew takes effect. '' Helka nodded and wished me good night. Taking my leave I wished my darlings Effie and Bjorn a good night and went on my way. Walking the dim, dreary streets I fiddled with the sleeve of my dress, anxious about what could be around any corner, I walked quickly to my small shack. When I arrived I noticed something was off, the usual darkness seemed more sinister tonight. “Dagny Solveig... “ a voice said as someone rapidly came up from behind me covering my mouth and wrapping a strong arm around me. “We are here by order of the Jarl to deal with your treachery. We are well aware of the false gods you have been worshiping.” I tried to pull away my sleeve ripping in the process. The enforcers noticed my wrist, which was branded with a T and chuckled “Not that we would expect anything less from a sniveling Thrall like you. ” The enforcers waiting in the shadows then emerged laughing maniacally as they surrounded us. I could no longer see anything more than this wall of bodies. I tried to fight the guards for my freedom but the struggle was cut short as I felt a sharp pain rip through my side. The world started to fade from my vision and I could feel myself fading fast.
Moon Willo's NotebookPublished 3 years ago in FictionFalling through the sands of time
Falling through the sands of time, with only eternity for company… Grains filling my stagnating memory, synaptics firing blanks through the sands of my mind…