Series
Summer on the Horizon
This series begins with Lockets Full of Instructions. This story takes place shortly after the events of Hunting Upstream. It's nice being the one on a bike. Sure, the others are going to see more action, and they aren't going as far, but they have to walk with all their gear. Me? I get to ride a bike through the rolling hills of Texas while a cool evening breeze lifts the hair from my shoulders and caresses my neck like a delicate lover. It would be perfect if I weren't heading straight into enemy territory.
By John Dodge3 years ago in Fiction
Rayen
The early afternoon sun blazes down on the asphalt on the Don Valley Parkway, or what used to be the highway before The Great Devastation, a world barely familiar to Rayen now. The highway, which was once surrounded by lush forest, is now barren as if she was walking along a Nevada road devastated by fires and drought. To her surprise, she sees tiny new growth and hopes that the rumors that rains have returned to the city are true, or else this mission was for nothing. Rayen has been walking for days, scouring the abandoned rusted cars, searching for anything edible left behind. Sweat drips down from her brown curly hair as she brushes her forehead with her hand. She thinks about stopping, finding shade and relief from the heat, but she knows she’s close to the city, to Toronto, the place she once called home.
By Sarah Kymberlee3 years ago in Fiction
Tyranny
The life we once knew was no more! The Upper Crest regime had taken the lives of most of our friends who refused to live life on its terms and those who were taken into captivity went through volatile processing. I remember hearing Johnathan speak of it with such revulsion. He told me that the peoples' shoes were replaced with metal boots, which made it hard, if not impossible to run. And if you thought of running, Upper Crest guards would, at the push of a button, send 2000 volts of electric shock through your body...by way of those damned metal boots! The thought of it all really pissed me off!
By Nakia Palmer3 years ago in Fiction
Unfulfilled Promise
The year is 2153, and the earth has become a mutated wasteland where humans can barely survive. Most of the big cities lay in ruins, most overrun by vegetation, some of it, very deadly to the humans that have survived in this world. How did the world end up like this you ask, about 5 years ago, a meteor broke apart while entering the planet’s atmosphere and when the pieces hit ground, well, let’s just say that the black sludge that poured out was a very bad thing. If you think large man-eating plants is bad, well, that is nothing compared to what the black sludge did to the people it came into contact with, it changed them into brainless, blood thirsty, animals. These creatures have no conscience and will kill anything and anyone, I should know, my wife was killed by her own brother after he came into contact with that crap. After killing her, he still had enough intelligence to run for his life. So, I have been tracking him for the last 2 years to avenge her and put him out of his misery. My name is Jackson Riker. In this day and age, most people now live in walled off cities for protection, but, a very brave few still travel the world. Some, like me, do it for revenge on the creatures that took our loved ones, some fools actually do it thinking that it makes them heroic, as if by traveling the world they can take it back from these creatures. That’s not the case. Seen too many good people die from thinking along those lines, but, most people would call me insane, stupid, or say I have a death wish, and in truth, they may be right, I just might be all those things and more. Anyway, I tracked my brother-in-law to what remains of the World Trade Center in the Ruins of New York City. Been searching the place real carefully, cause those beasts like to hide in ruins like this. I have spent the last two hours going through the place, searching rooms, some cases killing some creatures taking refuge in this old place, but, this last room, an office of some type of big shot if I had to guess, has something very peculiar in it. I have found a body, in which the chest has been opened, with claws and teeth by the looks, and the organs on the inside be missing. That’s not the most interesting part, though, the man was grasping a heart-shaped locket and a letter. The letter reads this:
By Joseph white3 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of a Doomsday Prophet
“Diary of a Doomsday Prophet” She had been running for days. Alone. She was tired and had not seen a single soul since before the world as she knew it had ended. The sounds of emergency system sirens still blared in the distance. She had come to a very well-hidden treehouse looking dwelling and stopped to rest a bit. It was time to add some notes and thoughts to today’s journal disguised as letters. She was starting to lose track of time. Since the chaos had ensued, she could barely tell day from night. It was dark for 20 out of the 24 recognized hours of the day. The closest she came to pinpointing a timeframe was that the hours between 11 am and 2 pm had close to real sunlight. 10 am was somewhat of a very dark dawn and from around 2 pm till about 3:30 pm there was a very supernatural looking dusk. The day the world “went dark” as she was calling it, the sun dimmed around ten am and everything went totally dark sometime shortly after 3:33 pm. Her watch stopped at that time and has been stuck on it since. Writing had kept her focused and sane.
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)3 years ago in Fiction
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?
By Nicole Grant3 years ago in Fiction
The 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.
By Jade Silver3 years ago in Fiction
Home 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.
By charlotte meilaender3 years ago in Fiction
The 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.
By Janaya Buehre 3 years ago in Fiction
After 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?
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction