Sci Fi
THE HAND
The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning tires and plastics. The low hung clouds of noxious fumes crawled across broken streets and into the hollow windows of abandoned houses. The cavities and gaping orifices of this dead town silently screaming in a frozen rictus... the empty skulls of what life was. That was before. Before the virus, before the pandemic, before the vaccine, before the political rupture, before the chaos of the riots, before martial law was declared and even before the first of the effects were realized. Then, there was the Noche de Muertas. It was now almost 5 full years since 95% of the world's population had simply not woken that brisk November morning. Those scattered few that had found themselves ran from initial shock to panic to disbelief to hysteria. Some went straight to madness, others went slowly. Those that didn't find death from starvation, malnutrition, simple, mundane medical issues or exposure to the environment, actively sought it out after the first few months. Now, after four and a half years... the only people left were either significantly mad, in severely acute and complex yet functional ways, or they were stubborn. Being able to determine which was which wasn't always easy.
The Price of War
“If you are hearing this, it means you have triggered the event. I am sorry, my brother, that it has come to this. Honestly, even though I know it is for the best, I still hope you never hear this message. This plan was my idea, one born from desperation. I found a quote from a woman from Earth that I hope you understand, now. 'The cost of war is like an immeasurable tremor that knows no borders, its shockwaves reverberating across the world resulting in universal suffering.' You‘ve destroyed too much for me not to try this, but you’re still my brother... and I love you. Goodbye. End message.”
Eloise RobertsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionUlae
Unnoticed by mankind,on a hot summer evening,something happened that would destroy the dreams and life of two young people and change the world forever.
Linda Lorraine SmithPublished 3 years ago in FictionDevice of Hope
"My locket! My locket! Johanna, have you seen my Locket'? Mya searches the street corner where she was standing and tried to retrace her steps when she felt another shove from a stranger hurrying to get inside their home. Mya could not understand why that person even touched her. There were only roughly 6 million people left in the world. There was plenty of space to walk. Johanna her little sister was a few yards away from her searching for the locket. Mya wanted to hurry and find the locket so that she could get home and write in her diary about the day's events. Today's diary entry was going to have a lot to do with the pending excitement.
LATANYA N CHATFIELDPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Mark
Samira heard the magpie’s insistent tapping on the aluminum roof of her shack. She slid open the trapdoor and he fluttered down inside, shuffling impatiently on the upturned crate she used for a table.
Angel WhelanPublished 3 years ago in FictionLaughterhouse 8
Sof, come back. The tiles on the ceiling are dark and water-stained. Alex looks at me, “Where did you go?” I blink and shake my head, “I don’t know.”
sleepy draftsPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Peace of Our Heart.
She couldn't believe she was this close to finding it, as she dug through the thick layer of grime and ash. After all this time, it had been hiding in the midwest of all places. In a small crumbling farmhouse, deep in the now toxic cornfields of what used to be called Iowa. It had taken her years to trace it back here. After the Burning, and through the terror of the famine wars, it's a miracle it had survived at all. She sat back a moment and recalled the long journey it had taken to find it. She had first learned of its existence reading through the early scientific reports of the first outbreak. They thought it was a disease at first, and of course it was, but not like anything humanity had ever faced. The first reports were from small farming villages in Eastern Europe. People and animals getting sick, many dying. Those who survived left deeply changed and scarred for life. They didn't know, couldn't know what had happened to them. Soon, it was happening everywhere. Almost every form of plant was now deeply toxic, unable to be consumed without horrible sickness. Early research soon theorized that a parasitic fungus was invading nearly all plant life, hijacking the plant's natural ability to create pollen and co-opting it to spread its own spores instead. Some thought it was our punishment, that we had pushed the Earth too far in our greed, and this was our justice. Others tried everything they could to fight it. Even though they were warned that we didn't know enough about the fungus to take any definitive actions. World governments quickly and unanimously agreed to a "burn first" policy in an attempt to contain the fungus. Whole crops and forests were destroyed in an attempt to contain the "Grey Spore" as they called it. But in their haste, they only made it worse. The spore itself, it turned out, was extremely heat resistant and the warm air from the fires spread the spore farther and faster than they could've ever imagined. It was only then, as it became an uncontainable disaster that we realized the true horror of the Spore. It started with strange animal attacks. A missing dog or cat, a herd of cattle slaughtered and eaten as if by a pack of wolves. Normally docile, even herbaceous animals began killing and eating each other, and any humans they came across. Early tests looked for brain damage from the Spore, or some type of rampant form of Rabies, but the tests always showed negative on victim and predator alike. The answer turned out to be much simpler and much more destructive. The animals and people were all now showing early signs of starvation. Any animal or person that had ingested a plant infected by the Spore and survived, could no longer eat or digest anything but meat, becoming violently ill again should they try. Her body begins to shake as her memories of that dark time threaten to overwhelm her.The last group of scientists, working inside of sealed greenhouses had found the answer, but too late. The carnivores came for them, driven mad by their starvation as the world ran out of any meat but the human kind. But the answer survived. The lead scientist had left a video behind, in the hopes that someone would find his work, but he died before he could tell his daughter how important his gift had been. So it travelled with her, a hidden secret, as she fled from the wars as humanity fell upon itself. Thousands of miles the secret travelled in the hands of a little girl, not knowing what she had, until when she was fifteen, she had been forced to leave it behind or die. Years and miles had carried her far away to the ocean and to the islands where the few remaining unafflicted humans had found their shelter at last, living off the vegetation they could grow in sealed greenhouses, the community of only a few thousand survived. After a time, it became clear that the carnivores had either starved to death or killed each other off. The community began sending out small teams who would travel to the burned lands, looking for survivors, and even more importantly, looking for any clues of how to combat the Spore. Eventually one of these teams found the video the lead scientist had made, and it was only upon viewing this video, she realized what her father had given her all those years ago. She saw the tattered threads that were all that remained of the stuffed bear he had given her that day. Seeing the shimmer of silver, she knew she was close. Reaching down into the grime she grasped the chain that had adorned the bear's neck and pulled the heart shaped locket it carried from the grime. Wiping it down she found the small, barely perceptible notch her father had shown in the video and the locket popped open as if it had just been closed yesterday and carefully empired its contents into her hand. There it was, the thing she and her friends had hunted and sacrificed for. The thing that had nearly driven her mad when she had learned that she had carried it, unknowingly for years. At long last, the Apex Seed. Genetically created by her father and his team, and infused into the unassuming seed of an apple tree, was the last salvation for humanity and life on earth. The seed, when planted, would grow the first tree completely immune to the effects of the Gray Spore, and the pollen from that tree would be universal and would breed true, allowing for new generations of nearly every plant that would share the immunity.
Roy Lee Purdie IIIPublished 3 years ago in FictionGetting away from it all
As the door of the travelpod clicks into place and seals tight, I give a slight, involuntary shudder. It’s ok, I tell myself. Slow down. Breathe.
Melanie SmithPublished 3 years ago in FictionSensalon
“Free yourself with Sensalon,” a soothing female voice spoke from the viewscreen embedded in the wall of the subway station.
Mack DevlinPublished 3 years ago in FictionObject Lesson
Om was drenched in sweat, and even though the night was hot, they felt a chill run down their spine as the summer wind brushed their skin. The barracks were on the other side of the campus, so they had a long walk ahead of them, time enough to reflect on the events of the day. Off to the west, a plume of black smoke rose from the re-education facility. Eventually, the wind would carry the smoke over the campus, dumping ash onto the fields and buildings. Om shuddered at the thought of what the ash contained. Om’s father had been a traditionalist, bucking the laws of the land and affixing his son with the forbidden pronoun "he." Om’s father was not one of the secret dissidents that had to be ferreted out by Oversight. His counter-culture rhetoric had been front and center, so it was no surprise when Oversight arrested him.
Mack DevlinPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Heart for Humankind
Earth, 2285 AD We knew the end was coming. For a while, we just weren’t sure by what mechanism. Nuclear war was a pretty good guess; chemical warfare, climate change, a global pandemic, even supervolcanic eruption had decent odds in their own right. For hundreds of years, the human race did its utmost to put off its inevitable demise. We created bionic tissues to replace the functions of certain, less resilient organs: the pancreas, the heart, the eyes. We worked to enhance—and oftentimes replace—our limbs, our cells, our genes.
Scarlett LockePublished 3 years ago in FictionA Write to the Death
Welcome to the Great American Bake-off. It’s the year 2078, and the world is over-populated. There has been no nuclear holocaust, nor has a pandemic wiped us all off the planet. Nevertheless, Earth is as dystopian as some post-apocalyptic tale.
Tony MarshPublished 3 years ago in Fiction