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Orion Shelter
Journal entry #48 March 25, 2450 It's been years since I've awoken from my self-induced slumber, roaming this planet looking for answers and survivors from the old world. To my dismay, the only things I've found waiting for me are monstrosities reminiscent of ancient times. Along with cannibals, lacking in human decency, and lastly, a madman who considers himself a god using the same technology that has destroyed this world to control the masses within the Orion shelter. This world is bleak, unforgiving, and chaotic, but I must continue to push forward. I must find a solution before the next wave of aether turns this world into living void energy.
By Oren Forest5 years ago in Fiction
Hole Shaped Heart
It was the year 3094, and the Earth was a mess, full of despair and murder. In a small town west of Missouri, lays a crime scene too beautiful to describe. A young lady lying bloody on the floor surrounded by three bodies, her hand clutching a heart shaped locket, drizzled with a hint of blood. To fully understand the crime scene, one must go back in time precisely three hours, when Kelly was sitting in a country bar nursing a cold beer and watching a baseball game.
By Luke Simpson 5 years ago in Fiction
The sickness and the cure.
The heat was stifling, even in the abandoned concrete sarcophagus that was once a thriving supermarket. Sophie hadn’t been here for long, but long enough to realise that something didn’t feel quite right about the place. It felt like the walls had a story, and it wasn’t a pleasant one. The afternoon sun beams filtered through the dusty air, casting shadows onto the smooth marble-look tiles, as Sophie took another step into one of the aisles. The dust crunched under her size 5 runners and for a moment she glimpsed movement out of the corner of her eye. The Supermarket aisle was mostly empty shelving, some intact on the racking, and some strewn across the dirty floor. Broken potato-chip packets, miscellaneous liquid stains and dispersed flour framed boot prints fleeing the scene, now ghost-like in the absence of a body. She slowly crept deeper into the isle in the hope of finding some sort of food. Supplies were scarce in this world since the cataclysm, and there was always someone, or something searching for the same things she was.
By Matthew Vale5 years ago in Fiction
Baby's Locket
“What have you got there, Baby?” She hated the nickname. She was ten now, and far too old to be called Baby. Her name was Barbra, and she let him know it. A grin split her Uncle Vik’s blonde beard as he raised his hands in surrender. She laughed at her uncle’s antics. “Sorry, Barbra. Can I see?”
By Dave Rowlands5 years ago in Fiction
The Mark of The Locket
They called themselves the Locket League, and at first the alliteration wasn’t doing them any favors. We laughed, even as we huddled in the fractured shadows of skyscrapers and foraged in the parks for wildlife that hadn’t lived there since even before The Cataclysm. There weren’t many of them, a handful of people in robes that looked like they were running late for a LARP, but their voices were loud. Promises rang out over the dejected ears of the squalid folk in the city. Promises of prosperity, of homes made of more than tattered plastic and rusted out vans. Most importantly, promises of power.
By Perry Fiero5 years ago in Fiction
Duo
The dust kicked up a little and I, with my partner, used the device they were given to count the number of persons in the concrete box we presume is an office. There were very few buildings left. The parts that stood were shifted and molded into other items of use. This block box? This must have been a part of a small dry cleaners. The racks were still present. Nothing is as it was but you could make out a thing or two. It had been nearly seven years since the time of drought and ruin. Nearly seventeen years since the world warred over biological weapons and people whose DNA fit enough to create super soldiers or marvelous monsters. There were actually men and women who depended on the exchange of gases only experienced under water. Yes, we have mer-folk around now.
By Cyndia Romulus5 years ago in Fiction
