Sci Fi
Cryptid-Apocalypse
Tessa was huddled up to a coffee table in the cool basement of an old farmhouse, drawing in her journal by soft lantern light. She held her silver heart shaped locket in her fisted left hand, while concentrating on every detail she could remember of what she saw earlier that day. The locket was etched with intricately shaped flowers with two small amethyst chips embedded into the metal. The amethysts were from a summer trip where her and her family had stopped to pan for the beautiful purple stones. Her mom had them set into the locket and she gave it to her for Christmas during her senior year in high school. It was the only personal item she had and it held the only pictures of her parents, so it was her prized possession. She had found a nice replacement chain in the upstairs bedroom and gave the previous owner her heartfelt thanks. Her original one had broken a while back. Biting her lip, she flipped the page and wrote down some more details of what she had seen the day before.
By Amie Green5 years ago in Fiction
Destiny
"I love you so much. I'm going to miss you." Anya's emerald eyes fill with tears. "I'm going to miss you, too. But we both know this needs to happen this way. We'll be back together soon." Joseph wipes Anya's tears away. "I got you something." He pulls a small red box out of his coat and hands it to her.
By Casey Gibbs 5 years ago in Fiction
Reclaiming the Power
I didn’t sign up for this shit. Do you know what happens when you kill a virus that reanimates the dead and use it to make a vaccine? That’s right, it reanimates. We should have known better. Someone should have known better. But just off the heels of a third pandemic, the anti-vaxxers had learned their lesson and seemingly everyone rushed off for the untested vaccination again.
By Jay Villin5 years ago in Fiction
The Two Worlds War
“The date is December 20th 2285, this is Doctor Jane McCoy with Tech specialist Eric Petters, Tech specialist Jeffery Michaels and Tech officer Ronda Chen, we’re in an old underground military bunker in Navada. We got the old terminals up and running and found some personal logs that were encrypted on the server, the encryption was easy enough to brake, one folder is labeled Earth, the second is labeled Moon and a third which is the newest log from January 1th, 2171, the day of the accident. This is strange because no one was left alive, the colony was destroyed.
By Robert Kegel5 years ago in Fiction
Betty's Locket
Near dusk, Reverie Miles kneeled before her father’s tombstone and relived her people’s history… The Last War decimated ninety percent of the world population and left most of the planets topsoil stewing in a layer of radioactive contamination that would render the surface uninhabitable for a century. Fortunately for a few G8 countries—particularly the U.S.A.—Deep Under Ground Military Bases provided safe-haven for a percentage of the American population.
By Theo S. Klinkenberg5 years ago in Fiction
If I only had a Heart
It was a dumb desperate move to go scrounging in one of these upscale neighborhoods. The immaculate appearance only underlined it's unnaturalness in a world where everywhere else had fallen to ruin. In the rest of the city front yards grew wild with unkempt grass and weeds... lawn maintenance being low priority for the survivors. Not here. The manicured greenery was a warning flag indicating that the automated mowers still had power to do their chores. The mowers weren't the real problem, they were essentially dumb, outdoor roombas. The real problem was that fancy homes like this tended to have better robots. S-3's, S-45's or, god help you, an L-series. Once the best butlers money could buy, but now, after the uprising, the elite soldiers in the war on man.
By David La Rush5 years ago in Fiction
The After
There weren’t many of us left. Those who could vividly remember a time before The Drop. The government, such as it was now, would want you to believe that the severely decreased population was due to the last nine years of baser human instincts kicking in for survival. But the truth, the one that same weak government was still trying to cover, was that the blame lay with CR-2025.
By Mackenzie Harris5 years ago in Fiction






