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Utopia
Utopia By Brandi Wanto The simplicity scares me as I think about it from start to finish. Drilling an ice sample in the artic ended our civilization as we knew it. Cutting into the ice was cutting back in time. Ancient micoorganisms were free to mingle in the air. The bacterium and fungi swept through humanity killing anyone without immunity. Over 90% of the world wiped out in seven years.
By Brandi Bowers5 years ago in Fiction
BEDTIME
He balanced his lanky six-foot frame on the sliver of bed she left for him. Probably less than a third his size, she sprawled along the rest of the twin-sized mattress. "How can something so small take up so much space?" he thought. He could see that this tiny night owl was nowhere near ready for a visit from The Sandman. He grabbed the pillow and folded it in half, propping himself up while she snuggled in close for her nightly bedtime story. Having every ounce of her father's attention at storytime was what she lived for.
By Lex Daniels5 years ago in Fiction
Pitch Black
It was dark, having just woke up he could do not realize where he was or why it was so dark. He knew he was in a bed, and it was quiet. He laid still for a moment knowing that this wasn’t his bedroom or his house. As his senses started to take hold, he could feel the rails of what felt like a hospital bed. How long had he been here and if he were in a hospital why was it dark?
By Jason Friend5 years ago in Fiction
No Going Back
Taylor was perched on a thick branch high above the forest. During her watch, she’d noticed a family of deer in the distance, and she salivated with the thought of venison for dinner. She could scale a tree with relative ease now, and her balance was finely tuned so that she could tightrope along thick branches to find the perfect vantage point when hunting game. It’d taken hours of daily practice, but it was paying off with each meal she provided for her family.
By Jennifer Brooks5 years ago in Fiction
Worlds End...
The colorful lights flood the square tonight and the breeze is light like angels kisses on my skin. You can tell summer is on its way. People in every corner are happy and talking to each other like there’s not a care in the world. Why is it then that I feel so alone, even in a crowd. It’s almost like I’m empty, with no spirit left with nowhere to belong. I’ve been going through the motions doing the things I know I’m supposed to, but it seems to have lost all meaning.
By Angela Bullin5 years ago in Fiction
Lights Out
I was born into a world without electricity. I am sixteen years old. I am also dying. My name is Anastasia Irina Smirnova, but everyone calls me Ana. Twenty years ago, Chinese terrorists set off an electromagnetic pulse in the atmosphere above Saint Petersburg, Russia, where I was born. That was the day the lights went out. Everything electricity-based was immediately rendered useless. I have never known computers, airplanes, smart phones, refrigeration, air conditioning, or clean hot water from a faucet; only through stories do I know of these things. I was born into the darkness.
By Bryanne Sullivan5 years ago in Fiction
Death Week
Wind blows my hair back and away from my face. My gaze darts from one end of the street to the other as I hide in between two shops. The air is cold but sweat still rolls down my forehead anticipating a group of Reapers to show up any moment. Assholes who simply take joy in killing.
By S. M. Risdon5 years ago in Fiction
