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Jack and Jhillika
Jhillika stood by the open window and looked into the street below. Her eyes darted from shadow to shadow, looking for movement. In a city that once was bustling with life, even at night, the only thing moving was the occasional rat. The moon was bright, casting shadows on the piles of rubble and burned out cars. Across the street was a dead oak tree in an abandoned lot and something was moving along a branch. When it stopped she could see it was a cat with white patches on its face. It sat on the branch, motionless, peaceful. She recognized it as one she had made friends with a while back. She would often leave tidbits for it when she could. It reminded her of a kitten she had when her family lived in Mumbai.
By Stryker Ostafew5 years ago in Fiction
Omnistorm
Omnistorm Over 200 years ago, climate change on the earth had grown so out of control that it had a direct impact on daily life. The summers grew hotter and the winters grew colder, eventually, it grew so erratic that the days would be miserably hot and the nights would freeze everything over. The shoreline crept inward every day, sinking parts of cities due to the global temperature fluctuation. And the storms would rage for weeks leaving major drought spells in between them. The world was becoming inhabitable, until one day a company called "Majestech" built a station around the planet called "Freyr". The station existed as a ring around the Earth, similar to the asteroid rings around other planets, but this station could control the weather. Freyr calmed the symptoms of climate change and progressively made the world more hospitable. Flaunting the power of the machine, they could near-instantaneously change the weather from a harsh storm to a bright and clear day and broadcast the changes on all news channels, even to the colonies on Mars and Luna. The world seemed almost normal again. Until one day, the great machine malfunctioned and unleashed a devastating storm upon the planet. The surface quaked and civilization was crushed under the oppressive power of a storm that was a concoction of every storm ever witnessed, We called it, the Omnistorm.
By Caleb Permenter5 years ago in Fiction
The Desolation Of Sanity
Well this is… unfortunate, I think as I examine the blood stains splattered across the walls. I sigh and take a sip of my drink, feeling the heat as it goes down. It's always a good day for a drink when you have to put an axe through a man's face. I take another swig and pull out the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. Out of all the things that could have brought the apocalypse it had to be this! I think pulling matches out of my backpack to spark up my smoke. I begin to wander around the house to collect anything useful. Wilted flowers, old dishes in a china set... Goddamn does this house have anything useful? My eyes fall on a sword hung on the wall. Hell yea, now we’re talkin I think reaching up yanking it off the wall. I wander back over to the man's corpse and stare for a moment before yanking my axe out of his forehead, watching as the blood slowly oozes out.Gross, I think putting my cigarette out on his face before walking out of the house.
By Sarah Mileski5 years ago in Fiction
The Coming of The Crows
“Da, what are you doing with that knife?” She looked at her father with a mixture of alarm and fear as he closed the door to their apartment behind him. He closed his eyes briefly before glancing at her in panic. It wasn’t the reply she wanted, but it told her everything she needed to know.
By David McArthur5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Parcel
I'm taking my daily trip to the research center when I come across a new Last Parcel stand, and the sight of it stops me in my tracks. They practically line the streets in the city, where people flock every day to work. The sleek, white booth bearing piles of small plastic-wrapped bundles isn't a sight I'm used to seeing in such a sparsely populated area.
By Kate Duffy5 years ago in Fiction
Golden Skies
“Come on, move!” Lina shoved her way through the crowd, ducking into an alleyway. Laughter rang out, telling her that her younger sister wasn’t far behind. She slumped against the cool stone wall, taking shelter behind a trashcan. Out of breath, she turned to her sister. “Did we lose them?”
By Sophia Knauer5 years ago in Fiction
Father of All
As Kori dragged her father up an exit ramp and into the city, she noticed the silence. It wasn't the same ominous silence that had followed them on the journey here. Rather, it was a peaceful silence, occasionally punctuated by the call of a bird or the chirp of a cricket. They had made it.
By Samuel Lenz5 years ago in Fiction
