Adventure
Praesidium V
Previously Aiden and his followers sprinted out first. James hurried out after, not wanting to face his man’s glare alone. He hurried back into their room and to his bed. He ignored the grins from Aiden and his followers, the disgusted looks on the girl’s face and the sympathetic looks from the other three boys. James tucked himself into bed, turned onto his side so he was facing the wall and closed his eyes, willing sleep to take him away.
By Jade Stephens3 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Parade
It was the year 2048, 3 years after the martian invasion of earth destroyed the place we used to call our sanctuary. A cold hearted young woman who named herself Olivia, was one of the only survivors of the deadly attack on our planet. She had no trace of her family besides a heart shaped locket her mother gave her. She knew she had a purpose, and she was going to reach it.
By Kayla Young3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Azariah
Ebony watched Aiden’s body fall to the ground, clutching the knife in his side. He wasn’t dead—not yet anyway—but the maze was taking its toll. Though he couldn’t see her through the maze’s labyrinth, she had a bird’s eye view from her perch behind the Harvester seats in the arena. She chose this section above the others because the drab Harvester uniforms made it easy to blend in. Of course, her own Miner section would have been the usual choice, but they would be expecting that. Being Azariah’s most wanted meant she had to forgo preferences. She’d only held this status for the last twelve hours, since for ten years Aiden Nathaniel Leona was the prize hunted by the Master and his Enforcers. But now their prize lay dying on the arena floor and the air already wreaked of hunger for fresh game.
By Paola Sommer3 years ago in Fiction
Path of the Hunter Part One
The forest Cain walked through was peaceful, something that stuck out these days. No birds chirped or flew over the canopy of the forest. No tracks from wild animals or signs that any even treaded the land in days. The Most unsettling part was not a single zombie had appeared for days.
By wesley myers3 years ago in Fiction
The Trinket
“It was Jenny who gave it to me, this little thing, this…What a silly thing to give someone. I wanted to melt it down with the rest of my scrap to make more rounds, but she told me to keep it safe. She said people would give each other these things, these trinkets, as a sign of affection. A bunch of shapes and loops of shinny metals and rocks meant you cared for someone. Jenny had always brought us back things She found scavenging in the city. Mostly scrap metal and a boot hear and there, she said that whenever I look at it I should think of her. What good is a shiny pebble when thirst is on your lips? When another moment of hunger is inching its way into your stomach. But that was so long ago, before the reign. She never did tell me what it was called.” Worth held the trinket in the air, it twisted itself back-and-forth with his hands. “I mean why give me something so useless the bonds to this is so weak I couldn’t even choke someone with this.” He put it back in the breast pocket of his vest. I could tell he wanted to go on about how silly the trinket was but, the smell of cooked meat filled the air, we knew we were getting closer.
By Warren Higginbothan II3 years ago in Fiction
Sanctuary
Rising from bruised and bloody knees, Mara turned towards the truck already fading from sight and screamed. “You bastard! You pompous, bigoted, stinking old bastard!” Choking on billowing dust, she screamed her voice raw in the direction of the truck as reality began sinking in. Panting, still reeling from what just happened, she spun in a circle and let out a choking sob. If The Heat continued like this, it would kill her in a matter of hours. Mara knew that. Everyone knew that. The Heat was a constant threat looming over her head since birth, and today it was finally going to make good on that threat. She knew the key was to stay calm and move slowly, no matter how instinct raged at her to scream, to sprint after that fading red truck and beg the man to let her back in. She would do anything, anything if he would just let her back in the truck. She knew in the back of her head that if she gave into this feeling, hours would quickly dwindle to minutes and she would have no chance of survival. Every ounce of energy was vital. Keeping her body temperature as low as possible was vital. And soon her mind would start to muddle and play tricks. So while moving quickly was out of the question, thinking quickly would be the difference between life and death. Already bleary eyed and resisting the urge to wipe sweat from her face, Mara took one shuttering deep breath, shut her mouth to conserve moisture, and took a calmer inventory of the bleak surroundings.
By Nabrina Coomer3 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Hailey Cahoon3 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Allison Pinkney3 years ago in Fiction
Two 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.
By Travis Moore3 years ago in Fiction