Sci Fi
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. Klinkenberg3 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 Rush3 years ago in Fiction
The War Of The Ages
In the year 2031 there was a collision between Jupiter, Mars and Earth. Jupiter and Mars joined Earth to form one planet. This collision detonated nuclear bombs all over the world. Earthquakes of mega proportions formed. Aliens roamed the Earth. Destruction at its best. Those who could hide underground did; those who couldn't, encountered either nuclear radiation or risked coming face to face with aliens who were intent on taking over Earth.
By Chrissy Barnhill3 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 Harris3 years ago in Fiction
Plastic
He was walking along the Atlantic coast one evening. The weather was fair, as it always is now, never changing. He spends his evenings scouring the coast for small pieces of plastic. How hilarious it is, he thought to himself, that just 200 years ago people discarded plastic waste as if it had no value. If they only knew then that they were holding a substance so valuable it would become the dominant form of future currency. There’s only one way to make plastic, and that’s oil, and oil has been gone since before my time. They wasted it all literally lighting it on fire. If they only know burning it was the most inefficient way possible to utilize the energy contained within. These days a plastic bottle cap is a wage for a day, a whole bottle, a week. It’s the energy inside that matters, ha, matter, a pun. Like ambergris and seaglass of old, the beach has become the stomping grounds of treasure hunters, hoping to capitalize on the carelessness of the last 10 generations.
By Dustin Marmalich3 years ago in Fiction
Cry of the Planet
Written witness account of Doctor Zachary Grant, 2182 -2202 It came from the depths of space. An amalgamation of ash, flesh and steel; A creature of such size and horror had never been seen before in the Earth’s history. A Neptune-sized mass of tentacles and bulbous flesh, backed by steel and coated in stardust appeared on the horizon. It was as if the creature knew when to strike – the recent disassembly of the International Space Station and ongoing repairs of the Hubble Space Telescope had left us in a much more vulnerable position then we possibly could have known. While the Earth’s inhabitants scrambled in horror, the looming monstrosity latched on to our humbled planet, it’s appendages causing unimaginable devastation.
By Ryan Meier3 years ago in Fiction
Something of Value
Hope gazed out at the eerie black water. Gentle waves were crashing against the shore. The elders liked to talk about how it was before. How there was nothing left. But nothing was too empty a word for what surrounded her. There were plants, but they were dead. There was land, although much of it was under the water now. There were animals, but they were few. There were people, but they were dying.
By Ida Stokbaek3 years ago in Fiction
Wrong Password
Have you ever driven over the ocean? It’ s something else. The two-lane skyway before us went on and on. When we left Huntington Beach the road was some sixty to seventy feet above the ocean as it departed the edge of the continent. Now, two hours into our four hour drive west over the great Pacific Ocean, we must have been over three-hundred feet above the rocking mass of water. Swells surged beneath us, waves collided into each other. We drove past billboard after billboard, advertisements in numbers that paralleled the norm we were used to. Every so often, large digital numbers flashed on them simultaneously, telling us how long until disaster struck.
By Stephen Franco3 years ago in Fiction
Legend of the Last Journal
This may be the last thing anyone ever hears from me. I heard their screams…. It was terrifying. My family, friends, neighbors… They’re all gone. Everyone became sick and what we thought was a cure, several years later, became the worst virus the world had ever seen.
By Aaron Hoskins3 years ago in Fiction