Series
Just Get There
In case you missed part 1, The Start, here it is. The sky had regained the haze that had lifted a few days ago. Jessa had traveled for four days now and found the journey thus far a little boring. She still hadn't seen another person, and the only animal she saw was a fox. She got a clear view of it as it ran away and remembered it from the books her dad had used to teach her. Each morning when she got up, he was the first thing that came to her mind. She felt colossal remorse and guilt for leaving him there, but she had no choice. Even though he was dead, the thought of him lying there, out in the woods, alone, brought her to tears. She thought of him and their homestead. She thought of the place she was going and if it would be everything her father had said it would be. He spent a year teaching her and prepping her to make this journey with him, and making this journey alone would test Jessa's will, strength, and bravery. She was confident she could do it.
By J. Delaney-Howe3 years ago in Fiction
Bury My Heart
Twenty years ago, descriptions of the end of the world conjured imagery of crumbling buildings and streets littered with rubble. Among heaps of dust, one might occasionally find a sun-bleached human skull or long bone. The remaining global population, only a tiny fraction of what it once was, would primarily reside underground, only braving the surface to scavenge supplies. All of this was far from the truth, except for the loss of most of the world's population.
By Darrell Winfrey3 years ago in Fiction
The Send Off
It took a half an hour to get to Lexie’s ranch just outside of town. Tony was happy as hell because he thought I would chicken shit out. I’m not going to lie about it. I really did think about not going. Even on the ride out I had some pretty serious reservations about the whole thing because I began to see a lot of cacti and mesquite bushes. It looked like a barren wasteland, and I had the distinct impression that maybe this was some kind of ambush and I was going to end up under one of those bushes, deader than an alley cat but smelling like a Saturday afternoon barbecue.
By Monique Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
Material Risk
It was misting when Lee stepped out of the small yellow cab. The asphalt was emitting steam from the heat of the evening. Pedestrians rubbed shoulders as they navigated the narrow street with all it’s cart vendors and mopeds buzzing by. Lee’s consulting practice had taken him to many far-out stretches of the globe, but the southeast Asian countries always stood out as the most unique. He found himself in Thailand this time on a typical client request.
By Pete Kwapis3 years ago in Fiction
Matthias Scott - Air Pirate; Part 3
Stirling paused, his body in shock for a long moment after that dreaded word came over the line. The only thing that made the gears of his mind turn again was his communications officer asking him what was going on. Slowly, he looked at the man, then at the phone that was still in his hand, and set the latter down with a soft click as the earpiece relaxed into its cradle. Then without looking to the other man, Stirling spoke gravely. “Alert security. We're being boarded.”
By Bastian Falkenrath3 years ago in Fiction