Sci Fi
A Hero's Journey
The red dust settled on an Earth that was now dark and grim. Wind and Fire scattered to the corners of the world in awe of the desolated wasteland they created together. Left was a little boy of six years old stranded in what used to be Charleston, South Carolina. Buildings that once stood tall were now resting in pieces along with the town. The boy, Easton, stood in the middle of the street holding on to the only thing he had left of the old world, a heart-shaped locket, a charm he has had since he can remember, passed down for generations, as told by his father. He opens the locket remembering the words his father spoke when placing the locket around his neck, "this locket holds the key to the universe, son, always protect it."
By Alexis Lariviere5 years ago in Fiction
Collectible Items
The vines began growing back slowly, as they sang a song of what used to be. She followed them, and walked over to where she liked to pick the flowers. There weren’t many, but they were enough. It was a simple plan— pluck off a few blooms, and return to the gravelly road ahead.
By Denise Elnajjar5 years ago in Fiction
Moments Before the End...
THE END IS OFFICIALLY NEAR… SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY BEFORE THE CHAOS BEGINS! This is the last message that Natalie saw on a poster near her supermarket around the corner from her. Before then, the world was at peace, she was going off to work, kissing her aunt and uncle goodbye before taking the next train to make it on time before her shift at 3 p.m. Now, she’s in a world filled with species who seem to take over everything while human beings are their puppets….
By Amber Williams5 years ago in Fiction
Invictus
We watched Earth burn like it was just another sunny day. There’s no way to describe it. Your eyes see fire but your mind, your guts, they cripple with rage. The anger swells deep inside you, waves and waves of it, tsunamis in a lost mind. A hot mind. Thoughts race like comets, colliding, exploding, storms more destructive than you could ever, ever imagine.
By Kaytee Elliott5 years ago in Fiction
Tin Foil Shells
As I think about today’s events, I’m reminded of when a rumor early on was spread that tin foil would repel the ‘nites. After the idea hit the mainstream, the conspiracy theorists, in their ephemeral vindication, strutted around in their hot glue-sealed foil suits. Later, the streets were littered with human shaped tin shells, complete with cake at the bottom. They were using carbon air filters, of course. Useless. You need silicone micro-mesh, if you can find it. Most of the factory chimney filters have been chopped up by now, the microscopic machines they had imprisoned having escaped long ago. Which is how we got to this point in the first place.
By Michael S Rosin5 years ago in Fiction
Adrian's Key
“The tears. So many have flowed that I am now as dry as the desert landscape that once was farmland. The drought. The wildfires. The famine. The dead bodies. We all thought we had more time. Everything just happened so fast, especially after the grid failure and collapse of the internet. All the chaos- people killing each other over a can of beans- it was a war for survival. Sometimes I wish I were back in the Pandemic of 2020 when we were still able to complain about not being able to dine at our favorite restaurant and food could be delivered to our doorstep. We even paid for things with a piece of paper called dollars or a piece of plastic called a debit card. Now food and water are the most valuable currency but also a target on your back, or worse, you could find yourself a main ingredient in someone’s stew. So, you remember this the next time we scavenge. No more talking to people like you did last time. Trust no one! Do you hear me? Especially the older people because they remember the before times.”
By Charlie Stroh5 years ago in Fiction
Finally Lucid
Finally Lucid Three million people in this world, and loneliness sets in as if I were destined to join her for an eternity. Uncertainty is my life’s theme with no real purpose in sight. How could God have slighted me so? What could I have done in a past life to deserve such cruel treatment from the universe? A woman who walks through life alone is vulnerable, an outcast, unprotected. Yet here I am.
By TiAnna Williams5 years ago in Fiction
The System
Candace put her hands over her ears at the sound of the morning trumpet. It seemed as if she just closed her eyes to sleep, and now it was time to get up again. She jumped off her bunk and joined the others as they shuffled to breakfast. Normally she wouldn’t be this excited, but this will be her first day as an administrator. This new position means better living quarters and rations for her family. She promised her dying father that she would take care of her grandmother and sister, and she was a woman of her word.
By Sapphire DeBrown5 years ago in Fiction
Fragments
December 24th, PW (Post-War) Light crests the silvery peaks of a minor fragment as the new day dawns. The wind carries the foreboding scent of burning sand. The warmth surrounding me almost distracts from war on the horizon. The howls and gunfire seems to shake me even from my fragment half a mile away. The clouds capture the light of the rising sun promising the sweet release of toxic rain for those yet to dissipate. The soft tapping of rain echoes in my mask as my speakers adjust.
By Nwa-san Deslouches5 years ago in Fiction
