Sci Fi
And Then There Were None
In the end, it all fades away. As the years turn by and the clock ticks down, our world will turn to ash, and we will be forgotten as if we were dust on the wind. We think of the end of days, and what do we really see? Do we see nuclear Holocaust, a zombie apocalypse, perhaps disease run rampant? Whatever we know, we must remember our humanity through it all. It was not any of those things that ended our world, not disease, not zombies, not nukes. It was our own self-involvement and our laziness that brought about the end of all things. It was something in our genes not that I would know humankind stopped reproducing and the old just kept getting old and young while there is no more young anymore. Nobody can really figure out why it is this way. Most people are too busy trying to download their brains into computerized constructs silly people sometimes they just do not know what hit him that is an actual loss of their own humanity, and I feel sorry for them.
By WilliamNotShakespere3 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
My life wasn't exactly what you call, a normal way of life. For you see, I am a survivor of the Vodic plague. The Vodic Plague was a plague like non I've never seen, and a plague I hope to never see again. It was a plague that changed the course of humanity forever. The Vodic Plague originally came from a South American labratory. Brazil, specifically. One of the scientists caught it and spread it when they traveled to the states to speak with some of their colleagues. Shortly after, the Vodic plague spread to other parts of North America.
By Tyler Brooke3 years ago in Fiction
Not One Iota
"Mount up! We're moving out." The sergeant's gruff voice broke Dari's reverie. She had been staring at the tiny pictures of her sons hidden in the silver filigree heart locket her husband had gotten her for Christmas before the world changed, before the pandemic and all of the variants came and went and took so many people good and bad. Her husband, arguably one of the good ones, had been infected during the second summer, after the US celebrated vaccinating 60% of the population. Before he'd had a chance to get vaccinated himself, the Delta variant had reared it's ugly head in the Midwest and ravaged through their state like a viral tornado wiping out whole neighborhoods while leaving other towns completely unscathed.
By P.D. Fulton3 years ago in Fiction
Sole Survivor
The Earth was a barren wasteland. Broken homes stood half-buried in sand, dirt and rock. Metallic shells of what once were vehicles lay strewn about, rusted and ruined far beyond use. Various household appliances were identifiable amidst the chaotic rubble but nothing was of value. It was all gone. Entire cities turned to ash. Lakes and rivers dried up or poisoned. A sickly haze had formed across the sky, tainting the rain and amplifying the sun's radiation, turning the majority of the planet into a toxic desert landscape. Not a single tree still stood as far as the eye could see, nor any life for that matter, aside from one man. For all he knew, Jared was the last man alive. The bombs had destroyed everything: his family, his friends, his home, his future. Nothing but broken fragments and hollow memories remained of the world before the war. He walked on in search of food and water, though why he did not know. Surely it would be wiser to give up hope and join the rest of humanity in the land of the dead. But why, then, was he saved? Why hadn't he died in the blast? He had to believe that there were others out there. He had to believe that he could find them. Somehow, if enough had lived, they would find a way to start over. Somehow they would survive.
By Sean White3 years ago in Fiction
From Our Picture Windows
Prologue The 20s were inarguably strange, uncertain times. How we survived that era is a miracle. First, it was that nasty scourge of a virus that took out nearly half of the world’s population. Coronavirus – Novel Coronavirus, and finally COVID-19 is what the so called “experts” at the time were naming it only because it first started in China just before the turn of the decade, December. Shortages on everyday household items as the hoarding began, everyone in a panic like the world was about to end. Toilet paper, paper towels, disinfectant wipes, anything and everything that had the names Clorox or Lysol on it, even Scrubbing Bubbles, all were scarce to find without paying a price. Even certain food items were in short supply and high demand. First it was a run on chicken, then beef – mostly hamburger – then pork. And it varied from week to week, a battle between what was being purchased and what was available. Canned goods flying of the shelves, leaving them in empty disarray as if a tornado had just busted through. And signs on those certain items in big bold lettering, demanding: ONLY 2 ITEMS PER CUSTOMER. Did that stopped folks from hoarding? All I know is Billy Currington hit the button when he sang, “. . . God is great, beer is good and people are crazy.” People are definitely crazy, especially during a pandemic.
By Christy D Darling3 years ago in Fiction
Emilia's Moonstone
The sun grazing the crown of the trees struck panic in young Emilia Townsend. What once could be considered a peaceful time, watching the stars, observing the bright moon, the dark night brought agony to the humans still alive. She and her stray friend, a German Shepherd who remained nameless, hid behind a smashed brick wall, ruined by The Disaster, as she called it; the day the world came to an end.
By Alex Simpson3 years ago in Fiction
Dust Callers
My ma always told me that the floating cities had risen from the ground just before the oceans dried and all the green on the planet died. Squinting against the sun as I turned my face skywards, the large glittering buildings loomed over us like a foreboding truth. For twenty some odd years, this had been my view as I looked to the sky. Whether it be at night to try and steal a glimpse of the stars, or during the day, the sun glaring against the glass and being an overall distraction from the desolate waste all around us.
By Logan Webster3 years ago in Fiction
Earther, Banger, Scrubber
The Paths Trell breathed air through her suc. A small plastic disc she sucked between her teeth, her lips creating a seal to its specially constructed shell. You could not live out here without one. To breathe the carbon dioxide rich air was death. She crested the cracked permacrete slope, perfectly balanced on her feet, her sythn boots gripping better than her feet alone ever could, and launched herself feet first into a controlled slide down the curving path. She felt the thrill of the acceleration, her synth pants and jacket fixing her to the glide of the path as her boots had done, her eyes honed on the twists ahead trusting the sythn to hold her as it had always done. She would ride the path, to fall was death. Her path was three metres wide, she had space to lean into and glide out of the twisting curves.
By Kevin Mitchell3 years ago in Fiction
A Fool's Relic
The city of Ausk was once the shining capital of the planet Juth. The buildings that formed the inner cluster of the city were large, rigged domes. Inside each of the domes were essential work and living spaces for the citizens that called this place home. One dome would be responsible for handling the power management that each of the other domes relied upon, while the other domes handled things such as produce, water treatment and distribution, etc. In total there were five domes. Four of the domes circled around the largest dome that sat in the center of the city. This dome, dubbed the "Conclave of Judgement," was where the planets government, military, and judicial administrations resided. It was the first dome to be destroyed during the Nortabian Invasion.
By Tquavious Johnson 3 years ago in Fiction