Series
THE INDIVIDUALS VS. JEFF BEZOS:
Fourth term president Jeff Bezos and Vice President Mike Bloomberg reside over a post-labor America that is socially and economically efficient, yet completely reliant on a piece of technology called the Vector. An impending storm capable of knocking out all electricity could put the entire nation's well-being, safety, and mental health in jeopardy. Will America rise to action and survive the fallout of the storm or fall victim to a system created by power, money and propaganda?
Nicole GrantPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Trials
******** #364: Dear Diary, I don’t know why I write that every time. It’s not like you are a person, because there are no more people. This is it! Me, myself, and I. I can’t even remember what it was like to be with other people. I stare into this heart shaped locket and I know this is my mother. I remember her. I remember she took me to a place called school. She drove a car. I must remember things like cars and mothers and schools. That is why I write in this stupid book so I can remember, remember a time when other people existed, when it wasn’t just me. It has been only me for nearly a year. I don’t think there are things like mothers or schools anymore, and soon there will be no more me.
Jade SilverPublished 3 years ago in FictionTheoracism
Bucknell, 28, arose from his chair. The light around the table showed the faces of the other teachers who yearned for a change.
Skyler SaundersPublished 3 years ago in FictionHome Turf
Tag strode down the noisy street, keeping her head down to blend into the crowds. She burrowed her chin into her collar to keep off the chill, thinking longingly of the grimy boardinghouse and the room she rented there. She had stayed there for two weeks now, and the city felt more familiar than it had at first, but still strange. It was different from what it had been when she was younger. How many years ago was that now? Five? Six? It felt both like forever and like no time had passed.
charlotte meilaenderPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Heart of Rebellion
Rian Emerson knew he was going to die. In fact, the precise moment of his death was due to occur in 22 days, 5 hours, and 27 minutes, on the day of his 30th birthday. He supposed he ought to feel lucky for the 10 extra years his father’s good behavior had bought him, but it was difficult to do so when facing imminent execution for the crimes of a grandfather he’d never met. Even if he had more in common with said grandfather then he’d ever had with the father who’d been executed at age 20, months before Rian was born. The limited lifespan of the condemned was the price to be paid when an ancestor rebelled against the Republic. The Republic, after all, was responsible for uniting the survivors of Earth after the great world war and subsequent nuclear near-extinction. The same Republic was also responsible for the totalitarian laws they currently lived under, and the fact that it was seen as reasonable to continue to execute the descendants of rebels. Ideally, the condemned would continue to behave so each generation could live longer and their descendants could someday die again of old age, the perfect insurance that rebelliousness not be passed down. Unfortunately, this concept didn’t sit well with Rian, who decided from a young age not to have children and to follow in his grandfather’s footsteps.
Janaya BuehrePublished 3 years ago in FictionAfter The Asteroid Struck Earth
Every story starts somewhere in time, and for me, this story started in the year 1997, with a story I found somewhat implausible. The asteroid was nearly thirty years away. Named 1997-XF11, it was going to be the biggest threat to the earth at just five thousand miles distance when it eventually flew through our part of the galaxy. N.A.S.A, however, disagreed in rapid time, calling the findings of the original team off by as much as 290,000 miles. Two years by a group of scientists recruited and paid for by billionaire investors or two weeks by a group of government scientists, whose findings can be classified by the bureaucrats. Which would you believe?
Jason Ray MortonPublished 3 years ago in FictionCataclysm
As Sara reached for a gallon of milk, alerts blared all around the grocery store. "THE EMERGENCY BROADCASTING SYSTEM HAS ISSUED AN EVACUATION NOTICE FOR ALL RESIDENTS OF LASSEN AND SURROUNDING COUNTIES. YOU ARE IN IMMINENT DANGER. THIS IS NOT A TEST. YELLOWSTONE CALDERA IS ERUPTING".
Teresa LittigPublished 3 years ago in FictionUNFINISHED BUSINESS
Buildings collapsing, pieces of cars ripped in half and crushed like tin cans, people dissipated like wind to clouds, The ground broken off like a crumbling cookie, heart bursting screams, and enough tears to refill the missing ocean, The sun is shining but it’s damn sure a rainy day.
Kennedy brooksPublished 3 years ago in FictionAmelia Cruz: The Dixon Project
5 February 1958 The B-47 departed from an unidentified airfield in Nebraska at 0515 on 5 February 1958. Four hours later the behemoth was cruising at 38,000 feet over North Carolina and Georgia. The pilot was Colonel Kevin Dixon, his co-pilot, Lieutenant Colonel Bryant Ross, and his navigator, Major Doug Menard, all officers in the United States Air Force. They were on a routine Top Secret training mission. Their mission was to practice flying long distances and for extensive periods of time, exactly what would be required should the United States declare war on the Soviet Union. The United States Secretary of Defense decided that in order to make sure that their training was as close to reality as possible, pilots should be required to train with an actual payload on the bomber. Their package was an eight-thousand-pound nuclear bomb, capable of destroying Moscow with its magnificent power.
Todd HensonPublished 3 years ago in FictionAfter Nap Disaster By: Danyel Fields
Christina left home late Saturday night to make her way to Hollywood after receiving a phone call from a producer on Friday afternoon. They loved her interview and wanted her to come out to California to be the leading role in their up and coming movie series Danny Krueger. Her and her parent's shared the last day together and now she was on the journey of her life.
Danyel FieldsPublished 3 years ago in FictionSomething Like Rage
As a child I was very sensitive. I remember with disdain hearing the phrase, “over-sensitive” used to describe my delicate nature. I was a lover, an artist. I was made for the pen and the brush, not the sword and the shield. Over time that changed. I grew, I matured, I learned about my world, and with that knowledge came a shift. It was slow and studied. It happened with the subtle grace of a rolling wave miles from its breaking point, and with the patience of a melting glacier. Through the experiences, skills, lessons, heartbreaks, and tribulations life sent my way I came to the realization that I was shedding a layer. I knew that there was a sensitivity that I was stepping out of. Beyond. Not shunning it, but calmly stepping away. I knew that I needed to be a man, to be strong, to be tough if I was to make anything of myself. So I put my sensitivity in a shoebox and left it in my closet. As I grew, changed and lived my life I could always sense that child’s sensitivity. I could feel its pull at times and imagine myself collapsing back into tears and tantrums over life’s smallest obstacles. In a way it was inviting, the idea of just abandoning the simulacrum of strength that I had been cultivating and just be in raw emotion like a child. To just live in it.
Rob CunliffePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Key to my Heart
StaThe cold walls of my cell seem to warm as the day broke, unusual for the cold dull reality I've grown a custom to. My mind began to wonder as I lay there in anticipation; as I did every morning I thought about the day the first meteor shower hit that nearly inhalated the planet, how our resources dried up so fast and the day my family was divided.
Derrick L SingletonPublished 3 years ago in Fiction