Sci Fi
Lilly
She stood there staring at the rubble. The world around her now grey, barely any color. She began sifting through piles; not really sure what she was looking for. She stood up, sighed and glanced over – the partial sun reaching out a small beam hitting on an object; she walked over to find a heart-shaped locket peeking out of some charred paper. She bent down to pick it up; it was engraved “To my sweet Lilly, Love Dad.”
By Kari Kinzle5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Man
A wrinkled, thin, and strong hand gripped a large heart-shaped locket. The Locket nestled nicely into the palm of the woman's hand. Its once brilliant silver surface was now tarnished from over a hundred years of abuse--much like she was. The silver chain that was once complete was now incomplete--the gaps held together with string. Her memories were the same. Memories that were once clear and vivid seemed like dreams. Some were lost like the parts of this chain. But the missing pieces were filled in by the string of the ragged journal in front of her...penned by her own hand. She read to remember as much as possible for as long as possible. The world needed to remember. She read the words again. "I am Rin, and I saved the World...."
By Rick Collins5 years ago in Fiction
Annabelle's Locket
No one knew who the corpse was, all anyone could say for certain was that they were an annabelle. Though even that had raised some doubts over the years, for anyone could place a heart shaped locket on a corpse and shout “hey, see that morty!? See that locket around their neck!? They must be an annabelle!” They had no ID, or a corporate identity code tattooed on their ear, so the narrative of this person being some worthless annabelle was easy to believe; plus they had no dental records, and a DNA test gave similar results.
By Carter Vezina5 years ago in Fiction
Infection
In an abandoned city, left behind in a world once blooming with life, a gasp is heard from a far distance. As the darkening red clouds cover the dawning of the sun, we're introduced to a dark haired male, hunched over a grassy field. 'Damn' he coughed, his golden brown eyes empty of life, “is it over?", he asks himself as he lifts his head towards the looming sky. As the crows begin to caw in the distance, he stumbles onto the ground. A gentle breeze picks up as he gathers himself. He knew he didn't have much time left. Bracing himself for the pain, he turns his body to his side and tries to lift himself up from the grass. A loud grunt erupts from his lips as pain shoots down his spine. A heart shaped locket falls from his pocket as he falls back onto the ground. "Fuck" he thought, as the gut wrenching screeches grow louder...
By Patience Hackney5 years ago in Fiction
The New American Colonies
Stagnate air flowed into Alex’s room as the industrial air filter kicked back on, the loud hum audible throughout the entire complex. She took a deep breath, letting the air settle heavily on her lungs as she thumbed her locket, the blessing that she was outside of the radiation zone not being lost on her. She looked over the heart shaped locket intently, knowing she couldn’t let anyone find out that she had precious metals on her person. After all, the government could find a better use for it, and the best rations were rewarded to anyone who turned in a traitor of the state. Yet in spite of the risks she would not lose her mother’s locket again; it was all she had to remember her by. So she planned to put it somewhere safe, somewhere only she would be able to reach and was protected by the same system that sought to take it: the overworld. As a respected member of the recon division, and with her paranoid leader David only trusting his hand picked crew, they got liberties in the overworld they were denied in the colony. And upon asking for help David was more than happy to set a “spontaneous recon test” for that same day. He only asked that Alex be the one to pick up the filters for the team, with a cunning wink.
By Jameson Rodabaugh5 years ago in Fiction
The Zax
I don’t know how long it’d been since they’d stopped chasing me. Not that it mattered, running is all I know anymore. I can’t stop now. They’ve broken me. They changed me. My mind is- wrong somehow. I have trouble focusing on any particular idea. The one thing I remember clearly is a picture book Mom used to read me, The Zax by Dr. Seuss.
By K. Rhen Hunt5 years ago in Fiction
Maria was a Nurse
Maria was a nurse in an ancient hospital situated in the middle of Phoenix, one of the 400 small nation-states that made up the geo-political world. Nurses in the 20th century would easily recognize Maria’s work: fluorescent lights, blue scrubs, lemon-scented floor cleaner. Even the treatments and medicines were similar. As if medical science had taken a break for two centuries while the world heaved and shifted with wars, famines and great migrations of people.
By Justin Streight5 years ago in Fiction
Elocution Day
Faith died and I gave up. A coconut fell on her head in Hawaii when we were on vacation and Faith died and I gave up. I gave up because it had taken me so long to give in to love and Faith and then she died and it felt like God no longer existed so I gave up.
By Augustus Britton5 years ago in Fiction
