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By Jeremiah Ward3 years ago in Fiction
Found at Lost
No time to think what do I take? It didn’t happen the way everyone thought it would, some earth-shattering projectile hurling from space. A World War would have been more predictable. It was a slap in the face of humanity, seeing that it was caused by our need to defend the planet after Asteroid Janis224’s near miss of the moon’s dark side. That asteroid had a profound effect on humanity as a whole. Millions watched for weeks as news agencies covered Janis224 around the clock until it changed course 3 days before it was supposed to make contact. The whole world rejoiced! This also brought the world’s greatest minds together who developed a space defense system. All that brain power and they settled on . . . Space Force. Boy, if President Trump was alive to see that day. All nations pulled together when it seemed like life was on the verge of extinction, Christians were seen worshipping with Muslims, North Korea joined the United Nations, and Israel and the Palestinians set differences aside and drafted border lines that all agreed to. The world watched as piece by piece, the defense system was manufactured, sent off into space, and assembled on the moon. As the world celebrated this major accomplishment, unforeseen events millions of miles away changed life on Earth in a drastic way.
By Kevin Carroll3 years ago in Fiction
Memeing to Midnight
First it was bitcoin. Then it was dogecoin. Then it was doomcoin, a cryptocurrency that’s value was supposedly tied to how close the doomsday clock was to midnight. Not even a real thing, yet non-real things can have realest of consequences if enough people treat them to be real. Make-believe can be a powerful force. But perhaps the most powerful force of all is better phrased as believe-make.
By Daniel Viger3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Mines
“Dad. -I still can’t understand.” Daughter steals a momentary look up at me. Then her eyes returned to the gentle movement of the river in front of us, as if the water itself gave minor solace to her soul. A small, winding, nameless tributary feeding into the Mississippi River.
By Daniel Roope3 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate cake
‘I love you the way I love chocolate cake.’ Tristan said. Cinzia laughed and blushed. The way he looked at her made her at once nervous and elated. Every moment together was a risk but, despite everything her intuition told her, she kept seeking him out. She had to be near him.
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
Scorched
The dying rays of the evening sun cut across the dust-covered remnants of the apartment. Thin lines of hazy smoke wafting from the light-scorched floor, blackened from the eternal rotation of the sun. The light illuminating a metal locket, once a beautiful gold, long since faded. A crack, thin and winding, etched its way from the hinge, ending its jagged path near the center. Swiftly, a sunburnt hand reached from the shadows, pulling the locket into the darkness as the metal began to heat, the skin almost instantly starting to singe and burn.
By Sovereign Scholar3 years ago in Fiction
Searching for A Heart of Gold
I’m getting headaches again. It feels like we are all just animals in the zoo. It turns out the scientist in Israel who tried to warn us about the Galactic Federation wasn’t really so crazy after all. He was actually trying to tell us about the good ones. Apparently, in the same way that humans have “good” and “bad” people, intergalactic beings do too. The “Galactic Federation” are the good guys and the not-so great guys insist on being called “Masters”. We call them “Masters” when they are around, but they're just Phobots. Just Dirty Phobes. They love watching wars and spend a lot of money to sow chaos, and the Galas just keep on protecting us. Our inter-planetary ambitions have finally paid off! Except, human hubris genuinely believed we were the most advanced species in the universe.
By Messtiza Noire3 years ago in Fiction
Hear the Monsters Cry
The sky was an infinite stormy grey. Debris littered the street, the black asphalt peeking out from underneath the carpet. Cars were scattered and left to rot. Their windows shattered, roofs and doors dented, some were even discarded upside-down. Buildings were falling apart, the crumbled mess on the pavement; smashed windows wept razor-sharp shards, leaving behind gaping holes. The most unwelcome of these sights were the corpses rotting in amongst the debris, their putrid stench infiltrating the streets. The sounds of gunshots were no longer a surprise. Wailing, screaming and cries for help resonated through the stagnant air even though they knew no one would come.
By Telisha Reid3 years ago in Fiction
STAR GONE
The last thing that hung in the red little town was a weird insect-like voice that hugged and bugged the closed doors with a dramatic push, and the roads bumbled with vivacity, and everything was tossed up and wild. Then, in the distance you see a car coming, and it keeps its thundering for a long while before coming to a stop at Mission Bay. He entered Mission Bay, filled with white technology and giant flowers that hung in huge vases on the rock walls. Then, you see people come inside the building, talking quietly, all about the same thing, that they only had seventy hours before the meteorites hit their bay, which belonged on a moon, a time in the future. Emerald Captain ordered important messages to the star elites, and everyone obeyed him and does his or her specific jobs. He hired Cake Williams to lead the team past the star grass, which was a term that was known in the red little town to be a space in time where the matter they will pass becomes smaller than they were, and lasting a lot longer. It was known that while passing through space grass, one tends to lose himself in the infinite bored momentum of a feeling of forever that was only stuck for a few years in real-time on the moon. Cake Williams ordered his first assistant, a young Jupiter kid with great big eyes and wearing the color blue, his name was Bleek, to search the long lights up ahead for the pilot's wrongfulness in a stretch in time. "Keep a close watch, Bleek," Cake Williams said. Then the meteorites came and blew everything up, and a lot of people died, and then there was only a few left in the population in town, and there were about forty or so left, including Cake Williams and two of Bleek's seeds. Bleek died soon later in a short mission past the first wave of the space grass. The mission was labeled a stupid mission, a term that was known in the town. The mission talks about the sleeping self passing under the space grass, rather than above, and thus, mirror a small enough piece of time as to render his or herself safe while passing through the grass. But Bleek never made it back out, and Cake Williams was most struck by this tragedy. Then more meteorites came and took out seven more men. They passed through the space grass for fifty thousand years. "When will this ever end." No one dares answer back, not even the dogs. The red star blows red dust into the air and you can feel a small red metal thing drilling into the back of your neck. You will feel this sensation for fifty years, then fifty years more, always repeating. The town never left the space grass, and only three survived the bending's end. Cake Williams was one of the three survivors of the "Thousand-Year Sleep" which was a term that was only known to the three survivors including himself.
By Justin Fong Cruz3 years ago in Fiction