Sci Fi
Shadows
We sat like scared children in the alleyway. Our hearts beating. His hand covering my breath. My hands gripping his jacket. His eyes looked wild as I turned my fear paralyzed head to look up at him. We were dead. This was the day we would die. There was no story for us beyond this alleyway.
By Cameron Bauder5 years ago in Fiction
ALVIN
The thick soles of leather shoes crunched over the blackened debris of what had once been a school playground. Smoke still filled the air from natural gas leaks that had caught fire years ago, and what had once been a small stream was dried up leaving behind unidentifiable remains of any animals unlucky enough to survive the blast only to die of thirst. The aerial search had already deemed it a wasteland. 0% chance of human life.
By Colleen Sincavage5 years ago in Fiction
Gizmo
Nicholas’ leg swung back and forth through the air as he sat perched upon the metal beam of a high-rise’s skeleton. He gazed mindlessly through his binoculars at the barren landscape before him. A gentle breeze broke up the heat that enveloped his sun-kissed skin. Usually, by this time of day, the torridity of the Wasteland would make the air thick enough to choke on. Coupled with the scarcity of water, it was unusual to find its inhabitants doing much more than lazing about. Today was a gift.
By Mickie Dennison5 years ago in Fiction
Barren
The chipped gold of the chain slithered like a snake from her neck. It was no longer only rusted gold but spattered in a layer of dried blood, of who’s she was unsure. As her breathing continued through husky coughs, the girl looks it over. In her admiration, she remembers the day she had acquired the inorganic decorative object. She had been much younger then. When the sky still was blue and not covered in the heavy thicket of smog that filled her lungs daily. She had been told many stories of that world and its beauty. This object was a distinct reminder of that.
By A.J. Treadway5 years ago in Fiction
Everything Lost
She raised the delicate chain up to look at the tarnished silver of the heart-shaped locket. The warm glow of the dusty sunset casting a dull, but still visible shine. Her eyes squinting; not from the light, but from the exhaustion, the heat that has become something of daily life. "I will find you," she whispered into the warm breeze before gently resting her lips on the fragile casing and tucking it back into her front right pocket.
By Deth Angel5 years ago in Fiction
Bright Illa
No one looks up, and the only sound is the shuffle of small, child-size feet scraping against the cement floor as Jaro passes. He keeps his eyes down and moves through the stone room. Wood benches are full of men and women in silent meditations, heads upturned to the very top of the Tower, still as rocks, almost lifeless. Children sporadically swing their legs back and forth, the only visible sign of life. No one turns to stare, no one moves, except Jaro, and he does so stealthily. The last bits of daylight are slipping out of the far end of Baldic Tower, and it is that light that Jaro presses towards. He is almost there.
By Crystal Davis5 years ago in Fiction
In the End
You know once we found out that aliens existed in our galaxy we thought we could win if they tried to invade us. However, we didn’t know how wrong we were until it was too late. The year is 2206 about 150 years after the fall of the United States of America, England, Germany, China and Russia. Once these great countries fell after World War Three, the leaders came together and created a unified nation they called the United Federation. Ever since then, we as a nation stopped invading countries on earth, we started conquering space. That is when the United Space Command Federation was created. About a hundred years later our worst fear became a reality; we found a planet with stable life. We called it planet HF 56-45. The creatures that lived there called it Talteria. Everything was perfect for a few years until the Talterians realized their planet was dying and they needed to find a new one.
By Jorden Dunbar5 years ago in Fiction
The Eleventh Hour
I sit with my toes curled over the edge of the ragged black hole you dug in our floor and stare into the void - into the secret world you found beneath our kitchen - and listen. Crouched. Frozen. Like a rabbit in long grass, too terrified to move or to make a sound.
By Caleb Walker5 years ago in Fiction
Sentiment
March 21, 2185 B.C. ("Before Cataclysm", formerly labeled as C.E.) "Winner! We have a winner! The lucky lady wins a prize!' It was the "pop the balloon" game at one of those random traveling carnivals that come into town for a week or two. I had my daughter Maddie (although I always called her by her other moniker, Candlestick Jack) for the weekend, and she wanted to go to the carnival, so that was that.
By Josh O'Neill5 years ago in Fiction
