Sci Fi
A Gasp
June 11th 10:15 PM His fingers wrapped around her neck like a snake, desperate and starving. She stared up into his yellowing eyes peering out through his pitch-black hair matted to his forehead. The smell of death lingered on his breath and blew into her face as he leaned in closer, hissing and spitting at her.
By Samantha A.R.Weaver5 years ago in Fiction
Salvation
I glanced at Connor crouched next to me. He nodded, a half-smile on his face. I glanced at the SEC Bot beyond the rubble in front of us. Its lifeless eyes continuously scanned the surroundings as it stood motionless. I took a deep breath, nodded back at Connor, and the two of us bolted from the safety of our hiding spot, sprinting out away from each other, our paths forming a V from where we’d been safely nestled.
By Peter Kramer5 years ago in Fiction
Oxygen Heart
"Come on!" he shouted as he grabbed my arm and started running south. My feet slipped away from me as they followed him, but my eyes stayed glued on the Enforcers. Their shiny silver beams pointing at us, their lenses blowing up our picture in the main square.
By Alexis Moutinho5 years ago in Fiction
The Graft
The Graft A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us
By C. M. Norwood 5 years ago in Fiction
Anna Defies The Locket
My name is Anna Fleming, I am 25 years old and I think today is the last day of my life. Sirens blaring so loudly, a high pitch humming that shook my whole body, trembling like I was standing on an enormous vibrating belt. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer on dry pavement and my face covered in sweat. "What have I done?" I yelled aloud. "I'm so sorry. I did not know this would happen. I wish I could take it back." Crying profusely, barely able to catch my breath hoping someone could hear me over the sound of people running and screaming and buildings crumbling to the ground. All vehicles came to a screeching halt and it seemed as if all life was in instant turmoil and I had caused it. The air pressure became so intense, I felt like my head was in a giant squeeze machine that was getting tighter and tighter against my temples. The temperature felt like it had dropped at least 50 degrees and ice began to form on the roadways. At this moment I knew that me defying the locket had destroyed the entire world. I crawled off the side walk under what was left of a small piece of a crumbled building hoping it would keep me safe while I looked at my phone to get some sort of information on what I should do. Pulling my phone out of my handbag I noticed the screen was shattered. Wiping the sweat and blood from my face I could read: SOMEONE HAS BROKEN THE LAW OF THE LOCKET AND WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE. I always thought the wrath of the locket was a myth and I did not agree with it making all our life's choices for us. I wanted to live like my ancestors. Free and without limits. I had always followed the law of the locket until yesterday.
By Depeachtreia McLoyd5 years ago in Fiction
Grey city
Adam was a young boy, and the only color he truly knew was grey. He lived in the heart of a sad city, practically abandoned. What human life did reside here, was trapped inside by insurmountable, gateless walls. there was no sun here, so the only light that existed was the grey muddled streams that showed from some of the few surviving streetlamps. Clouds stifled the city, leaving it damp, and causing a constant drip from rooftops to form a lonely background song. The chilling, never-ending breeze whistled between the buildings, always searching for collars to creep down, or any way to disturb a night's rest through the cracks of a building.
By Miqueias Bezerra5 years ago in Fiction
Unit Four
Another chance to reach help. Matt looked out from the bunker. The fog had lifted and he could see all the way across the ruins to his destination. Unit Four was down the hill, across the open field. He would get there. He had to. Everything was different now.
By Mike Goodreau5 years ago in Fiction
Fathoms Deep
It was just after dawn, and all was calm beneath the sea where the crannog lay at rest, its barnacle-encrusted hull half-buried beneath the sand. Ribbons of turquoise light, cast by the morning sun, danced across the surface of the ruin, making it appear all the more beautiful and mysterious.
By Shane Holley5 years ago in Fiction
Alive
My father had told me that the silence was wrong. The forest was once full of life, he had said, and that life would tell travelers when the sun was about to rise. He talked to me about how birds and insects would begin to sing to greet the new day, and the vitality the sun brought with it. Walking down the road with the remains of the silent forest spread out for miles on both sides of me, I can’t help but chuckle at the thought- the sheer absurdity of any living thing greeting their slow death with a cheerful song. Then again, here I am laughing at my own morbid thoughts on a deserted highway. Maybe the animals weren’t wrong after all.
By Joseph Piecuch5 years ago in Fiction
