Sci Fi
DRONERS
THE DRONERS Kate and Martin weren’t your quintessential brother and sister. They were like twins, two parts of a whole, both strong individually but, together they were a pair to be reckoned with! Connected in mind and heart, from birth. This was a great thing in many ways, however, it was a tumultuous relationship at the best of times. Perhaps that’s why they took different paths. They lived in separate countries for many years, Marty stayed in New Zealand and Kate moved to Australia. When they could see each other they always picked up as if they had never been apart.
By Wendy - Empathic Tigress5 years ago in Fiction
Erased
“If anyone finds this…there’s nothing left here.” A grimy finger paused the old school tape recorder. Hands, once well-manicured and soft, reached up to a gaunt face and tucked greasy hair behind an ear. The Woman, who in the Before was successful and well-composed, was now filthy and tired.
By Skyland K. Thompson 5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary
Merrick County Nebraska was never a very large town, but after the virus, there was rarely a soul in sight as Gretta James peaked from the tiny attic window daily. She reluctantly geared up in her one-piece long-sleeve pants jumpsuit, quickly threw her wavy light brown hair into a messy ponytail and put on her gas mask. “This is not how I imagined my 30’s going, but fuck it! Here goes nothing!”, she said. It was time to leave the attic or her childhood home and face the new world, ravaged and complicated by the Myoloma-44 Virus which took the world by storm on October 20th, 2021. Over 20 million died in the past 6 months, including her husband as the airborne virus spread like wildfire throughout the modern world. Although apprehensive, Gretta knew that her survival depended on her finding food and supplies.
By Larita Hebert5 years ago in Fiction
Th Hunter and Her Grandfather
She strides through the ashen field, her midnight fur undulating as she slides into a stop, casting monochromatic dust into the air. There is a disturbance in front of her, she scents the sky in response. Starting from the top set of eyes, she blinks the first pair, then the second follows suit, the third gleaming pair concludes the motion as she exhales hard through her snout. There is a rumble in her throat, an ancient calling to moon, known to her D.N.A. for centuries, even if mutation set upon her lineage for a few centuries more. She lets it out: A howl, long with grim intention, coming back to a snarl. There is something moving ahead in the stripped undergrowth, its intention clear as well, as it lays still in wait, a tactic very familiar to the wolf.
By Neil Celis5 years ago in Fiction
Pyre
Eugene knelt down by a broken egress window and shined his flashlight into the dingy basement. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating a barren, filthy concrete husk of a room. Eugene looked over his shoulder, through his visor, nodded at Amy, then climbed through. He landed in the basement with a thud. Eugene heard a soft scratch and whipped his light around. Two mice, squeaking madly, scurried behind a pile of trashed furniture and rotting books in the corner of the basement. He turned back and watched as Amy limped over and, nursing her left foot, slid through the window.
By Mac Lunkey5 years ago in Fiction
Marnie and Jack
The fields beyond the wall grow barren and grim as the years continue forward on their path towards extinction. Jack and I have been walking the border for weeks, hoping to find a new source of water to settle down by until the next raid. He's the only thing I trust in this world, Jack is; I found him a few years ago, starving beneath a willow tree after the Cascades attacked through the Eastern gates. They beat this poor puppy and left him chained to the willow's trunk, whimpering and alone. It was easy to name this grateful boy, Happy Jack, for his enthusiasm to heal was extraordinary. He's my life now, and I am his.
By Angela Ebell-Solomon5 years ago in Fiction
Escaping Hopelessness
Under the hazy red sky, a lone figure ran across the barren wasteland. The sound of grit and gravel crunched beneath her feet. Amina's chest burned from the hours she had spent fleeing in this vast abyss of hopelessness. She could still hear the blazing sound of sirens in the distance. It had been years since the Earth's collapse but the air still reeked of death and decay. It was a constant reminder of her own fragile mortality.
By Melissa Shivers5 years ago in Fiction
The Solaris Warrior
It was the year 2250, the world everyone knew as planet Earth had been reduced to a near desolate wasteland after being invaded by the dreaded Umbraxians. Gargoyle-like aliens that possess dark magic called the “Necroforce”, but the true extent of this power could only be unlocked by a large ingestion of water. Something their planet lacked. Twenty-Two years prior Earth’s astrologists discovered a mysterious 10th world, in the Solar System and initiated a homing beacon to attract possible life. This action proved to be dire, as the lifelong fear of an alien invasion became a reality. The beings from planet Umbra followed the homing signal to Earth and drained the latter’s entire water supply; from the oceans to lakes to rivers everything was drained, causing worldwide drought and decimating over half the planet’s population.
By Kylecovey Smith5 years ago in Fiction
