Adventure
The Reminiscent
“Another day, another dollar.” That’s what we used to say back when the dollar still meant something. All we have now is just another day, and everyday is as gloomy as the last. I get up when the sun rises and lay down when the sun falls. It’s ironic how we used to complain about the 9-5 workday when jobs, mortgages, car payments all mattered, but now I find myself living in the past that I only heard about in the books of our history classes. They told us something like this would happen. They said it would happen eventually and that we were “overdue” for one. Well—our faithful star, that ball of glowing, pulsating plasma finally did it. The scientists called it a “Type J” solar flare and the article I was reading at the bus station thirteen years ago, right before the lights went out, said such an event would send us back to the Stone Age. It’s funny to me how we can be so cynical about a world shattering event that “might” happen, but once it does all hell breaks loose.
By Jonathan Payne3 years ago in Fiction
The Strength C1
Belladonna Hunter slouched in a metal chair under the awning of her favourite coffee shop, her legs crossed. An iced vanilla latte and her phone sat on the patio table in front of her. Her heart sank in disappointment with the realization that she'd been stood up again. J0eSm1th1983 was supposed to have met her half an hour ago. She was certain she'd spotted him from across the patio; he'd made eye contact with her and quickly kept walking. She'd even done her very best to look good that day, opting to put in her contact lenses instead of wearing her glasses since the purple colour didn't go with everything she wore. Her hair was brushed to a shine and was braided down her back.
By Valarie Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Melanin of the Sun
There was an eerie calm that settled over the world ever since the sun died. Our world was blanketed in an eternal darkness that should have been the end of our civilization as we know it, but human beings have a vicious tenacity about them. Humans wield a strong desire to tell the universe no and bend it to our will. Humanity fought back the coming natural frozen death of the planet with technology, artificial light and heat, and pure grit and determination. People’s faith was turned only to those who had the technology to help them, and the money to pay for it. Over the next two hundred years nations and their boundaries were dissolved and redrawn to denote which technological giants now carved up the land. The largest of those conglomerates was Luminous Industries. Only sprouting up in the past twenty years or so with their life saving synthetic foods and lights. Their Cibo Vitam food took them from a small startup company to being one with enough revenue to purchase a few weapons companies. From there they either made enough money to own you or took what was yours by force.
By LeTavious Hemingway3 years ago in Fiction
Freeing A God
A brown hand was pushed against the yellow stone, dirty nails and torn skin against the pitted rock. This young boy was leaning against the stone; sandals tied together around his neck, a torn tunic sitting oddly on his frame and a veil of sweat over his skin. The hand belonged to him, as did the pained breathing that echoed throughout the alleyway. Ragged breaths were being drawn up through his throat, tugging his stomach into a hollow below his ribcage.
By Rayne Goblinkore3 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Gold
Amari struggled to keep stride with her older sister as she was pulled along the beaten sidewalk. Her small legs ached and burned as weariness began to set in on her body. Imani was fully aware of her younger sister's slowed pace, but she knew they couldn’t stop. They had to get to a safe place. They didn’t have time to stop and rest or catch their breaths.
By Loleeta Cobbins3 years ago in Fiction