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“You know, we used to use the word ‘Earth’ to mean ‘ground’ or ‘dirt’,” James Macready said conversationally over the inter-helmet comm. “Synonymous with ‘habitable land’, you know?”
EquinoxNightPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe ABC’s of Cosmic Love
The year is 3030. I’m a resident of what was the USA before we all became one giant global economy—we had to if we wanted to survive. After The Great Fall, there was a melding of human and robot assimilation. Except the AI are not us—I feel like I’m putting on a show portraying my AI personality. It’s a difficult impersonation for me, but not to say I won't do it. What choice do I have? One thought—die. I did that once, before I became part of AI. My family and I have been designed this way through generations of programming.
Jessica CranePublished 3 years ago in FictionPandora's Locket
Tick. Tick. Tick. I have never had a birthday. Birthdays are reserved for those lucky enough to have been born, rather than created.
Tanya HankinsPublished 3 years ago in FictionLucinda's Diner
The tiled dining room and kitchen were quiet, but that was to be generally expected from a Tuesday afternoon. This was the normal timeframe when the delivery trucks would come and restock the eggs, juice, and various types of cheap bread used for toast, so naturally the staff would be in the back room prepping for the after work rush. The difference was that the trucks hadn’t come in months. They simply weren’t needed, and aside from that, it wasn’t as if there would be anyone left to drive them.
K. G. StarkePublished 3 years ago in FictionDeadlock
The human body stinks. Even more so when it’s dead. Granted, nothing smells fresh when intestines are splattered on the ground.
Karina Corona
The bright green light scanned Karina’s face and took her temperature before allowing her into the building’s antechamber. She stepped in. A fine mist containing fuck-knows-what descended on her, and then a tray slid out of the wall to her right. She loaded it up with the hamburger and chips. Back in it went. Another successful delivery. Another day, (and quite literally) another dollar.
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“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
J. R. LowePublished 3 years ago in FictionWhat We Lost to the Flames
Humans are delicate creatures. Our bodies, our beliefs, our egos; all as fragile as crystal glass. To break a human takes no more than an ounce of pressure, and from that weak flesh host to draw out a monster, takes even less.
The Whisper
He watches the sun set; the peachy haze gradually recedes into blackness over the terracotta tiles of the next door neighbours’ second story addition.
Elizabeth ShutePublished 3 years ago in FictionA Guide to Parenting During the Apocalypse
1. Do not complain, you did not ask for this. The world is now full of children who live with their grandparents, aunts, uncles, distant cousins, friends of the family, or total strangers. You are not special because you are raising a friend's child. You have not been singled out. This is the way things are.
Mikaela BellPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Ascension
Eve sat staring down at the locket that she held in her hands. She looked at the picture of her mother and father inside the worn heart-shaped metal edges of the locket. "I wish they would have listened to me. But there wasn't enough time to convince them" she thought. She pictured how her mother would laugh at her jokes. She remembered back to when things were normal. When she had all of her family and friends. Before the Ascension.
A Grimm Cinderella
When I was young, I read a lot on my own. My mom started me off with the classic fairy tales-- Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Jack and the Beanstalk -- what she didn’t tell me was that the original Brothers Grimm versions of those same stories were absolutely terrifying.
Anna MirellaPublished 3 years ago in Fiction