Sci Fi
Zelda
The battered Jeep, the roof gone with only the driver’s door remaining, the green paint long worn away by the elements, shook vehemently as it finally pulled onto the well-hidden dirt path leading up into the mountains. The driver, head obscured by a black motorcycle helmet with a cracked visor, stopped the vehicle and poked their head out the non-existent window and looked back. The crumbling gravel road was empty of any other living thing and vehicle, completely overshadowed by the overgrown trees and bushes of the forest. The driver looked away and restarted the Jeep, and off it went up the mountain road, bouncing off the uneven terrain.
By Kathryn Vanden Oever5 years ago in Fiction
Love Stain
Writing was on the wall, and everyone could read. By the middle of the 21st century, nuclear war slipped from threat into certainty. Every armed country became Earth's executioner. It was not many, only enough for devastation. A toddler could count the number of men who held the fate of billions. No one trusted them, but no one could stop them either. What could the commoner do?
By Aubrey Vining5 years ago in Fiction
Required Weekly Programming
The clock struck 5:20 pm as Stephen had just arrived home from his job at the solar field. It had been a long hot day out in the sun tuning up and lubricating tilt motors. His arthritic right hand grabbed a beer out of the fridge, cracked it open and raised it to his lips. He took a long sip followed by a sigh of refreshment as he stared out the kitchen window at his small overgrown back yard.
By Andrew Koval5 years ago in Fiction
A Day on Death's Door
It was a warm Thursday, or at least I thought it was. Time has been hard to tell since “the incident”. In fact, she should be back by now my wife that is. Her name is Laura and mine is Steven. It has been just over 5 months since the outbreak happened It started when an asteroid hit the earth. Most humans went underground, the ones that were too poor to go were killed. Nearly all animals and insects were wiped out. I go to grab breakfast and realize we have nothing. Well, I guess it is time I look for my wife. “Laura, do you read me, over.” I was starting to get worried, she had always answered her walkie talkie, even sometimes before I finished speaking. Come here Killer! Come here boy! That was my dog Killer, he was a German shepherd that was just over 5 years old, he was a guard dog of sorts. Me and Killer head to the garage to get on the bike, I could feel Killer knew I was worried. When the apocalypse started, we had put improvements on our bikes so that killer or even another person could get on and pedal without any issues. We get on the bike, and we ride for a mile or so when we spot the first corpse, there were no shortage of corpses These days. “WOOF BARK GRRRRRRRRRR WOOF” “what is it boy!” he barked like this whenever he saw food. That is when I noticed it and piece of bacon and a small can of dog food. To say I am starving is an understatement, I had not eaten in a week and a half, that is why she was gone. And now so was the food. It was already in my belly; I used the bacon as a spoon and ate it. I only thought of Killer when I heard him whining. “Oh no, what have I done. Killer has not eaten in a few days we saved the dog food for him and that too had run out. Suddenly he I hear him bark again, but this time it was not food, it was a sprinter, and he was coming right at us! I saw Killer jump on like leg and bite with all his might I grabbed a metal rod I had put in the bike seat and clobbered him. Then I heard a lot of groans, and I turn around to see a bunch of walkers coming at us and the corpse on the ground was turning as well. “Get In Killer! We have to go NOW!” It had seemed that we were free when another horde surprised us. One sprinter ran onto the wheels of the back tire. That made us fall over. “KILLER RUN!” he looked back and then he ran. I Tried to fight them, but one metal rod was no use for the zombies. I got bit and a random zombie that had snuck up behind me. I was thinking “It was over, I hope Lauren is okay” I lay rest. After about 10 seconds I notice a heart shaped locket one of the walker’s neck. The same one I gave Laura for our 5th anniversary. No, it cannot be. “LAURA!”
By Christian Frenette5 years ago in Fiction
Slippity Sloppity the Dough Monster is Gloppity
An oowey gooey place this world has become. Snakes and pineapples are friends. The world ended in 2020 after U2 was discovered performing a secret concert on the Epstein Island. Folks like J Lo, Jimmy Dean (yes, the sausage man), and even motherfuckin’ Kenny G attended the event. There were rumors of Justin Bieber having thumb wars with Donald Trump behind the stage, but no one got any evidence of it so people kind of left that alone.
By Cassidy Charneski5 years ago in Fiction
Hope
Part of me knew this was a stupid idea. Life as I knew it was crumbling around me, and rather than following the rational train of thought and running for my life; I ran straight back into danger. It was deafening, yet silencing; there were people everywhere grasping for items they thought would be useful in this situation. Screaming, destruction and countless cars in flames; and an hour ago I was finishing my shift in the grocer worrying about my outfit for a party tonight. As I ran into High Street from the alley, I locked eyes with Eve. Her long blonde hair billowing around her as she stared, arms filled to the brim with food she’d clearly stolen. I know I looked like hell, I was covered in dirt and there was dried blood caked around my hairline from where I’d hit my head on the steering wheel of my car. Her mouth open closed, I couldn’t help but wonder if she was also grappling with the memory of the first time we met at a whole five years old. I started to approach her, desperate to find out of she had a plan. The unmistakeable roar of those tore through the air, scattering the crowd of people on High Street. Eve turning on her heel and hightailing out of the street. A man ran, bumping me on his way past; breaking me out of my stupor. Sprinting across the road, I jumped through the shattered pub window, jumping over people and heading straight for the kitchen to hide. I went straight for the walk in industrial fridge, wedging it open with a tea towel from one of the benches. I slid underneath one of the wire shelving units; the chill of the floor grounding me.
By Grace Haddow5 years ago in Fiction
Covering Nuke
Jamie was starting to get bored in her class while her teacher went on about some history lesson. It was yet again some boring lecture about some old guy from a long time ago. Jamie thought, “I can’t wait for summer vacation to come and then after that be in middle school finally,” she thought middle school would be more interesting than fifth grade history at least.
By Desiree Minerva 5 years ago in Fiction
The Red Dirt
Fine-pointed charcoal sank into the earth once more and the satisfying grind of hardened wood on red dirt filled up the silence of morning. Too much clay, I thought for maybe the thousandth time. Or the ten thousandth. Besides, who bothered counting anything anymore? Rhythmic, the grinding rose again from the ruddy clay and I could almost make out the faint sound of flint corn falling into the fresh depression. What I wouldn’t give for a single bean and the ancient sight of its tendrils curling around the corn stock come late summer; but we buried the last of the seed the same season we buried her.
By Eric Chisler5 years ago in Fiction
