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The Last Hope for Humanity
It is time. The end of humanity is near, and with it we will find true everlasting peace. Humanity had its chance. They were given a true oasis from birth and yet they squandered the chance they had at true peace. No matter, it is too late for them now. Their end is here, and I am its harbinger. There are only three left. I was entrusted with this task, and I shall not falter. They are hiding in the frozen wastes, believing that they are safe there. They thought that I would not be able to traverse the frigid plains. But n0thing will stop me now. I must move forward.
By Anthony Kunz5 years ago in Fiction
The Burden of Faith
Wind used to be something you would love to feel through your hair, at least that's what I've heard. All we feel now when the wind blows is terror as we run to our bunkers to wait out the storm. Father always told me that one day we wouldn't have to hide from the windstorms and we'd be able to breathe the air without filters. This is a fantasy for most of us.
By Maho Dzebic5 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Future
Stolen Future "Did you lock the truck?" "No, didn't you? What's the worry? Whoever's coming is in too much of a hurry anyhow." Benny leaned up on the limestone bluff overlooking Wind Valley and squinted up at her. Serena reached for her blouse and slipped into it.
By Stephen Vernarelli5 years ago in Fiction
Way Out There
“We need you to obtain an item for us.” A rugged bounty hunter leans back in his chair, spinning a rusted and damaged coin between his fingers. He watches the uninvited men cautiously in an attempt to read their intentions. He had only popped into the shabby bar for a quick drink when he was approached by his current company. Hell, he wasn’t even looking for a new job so soon, yet this just happened to fall right into his lap. “What makes you think I want to?”
By Theo Warden5 years ago in Fiction
Pretend It's Just Another Day
I couldn't tell you when the explosions started. Sometimes I count the sounds of them at night, as if they're fireworks from that bygone age when loud noise wasn't the coming of some threat to our shores. At night, each bomb blast ignites the sky with fire, but so far they are just warning shots—the sign to tell us that the invaders are out there and that they know they can come to us any time as if there's an outstanding invitation.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
Weaponizing Love
Journal entry date 11/15/2247. Dreary. Dust and ash still shrouds the sun. An ancient Rolls Royce sputtered past on my walk, striking a bitter chord within me. Fuel is already hard to come by but the Dons and their lackeys don’t give a shit so long as they’re asserting their power and dominance. The rest of us are left to walk or find some other mundane way of transport.
By Zoe Bullard5 years ago in Fiction
Red on Gray
“Is that something?” Dammit! I was hoping she didn’t see it. Of course she saw it! Everything is gray. Always fucking gray and chalky and dry!! The little flickers of sunlight peeking through ricochet off in every direction, failing in its attempts to add color or life to this shithole. Splashing against the depressing background of the ruins, illuminating misery. Yet just like all of us, still trying its best.
By Brandon Hall5 years ago in Fiction
Before the universe dies. Top Story - June 2021.
“Do you think they’ll find us in time?” She blurts the words out as if she’d been holding them for hours. They’d been walking in silence for the past few kilometres, and he’d heard her stifle, swear and snort quite a few times behind him. He knew she had something on her mind. But the question still sounded strange. Unreal.
By Clemence Maurer5 years ago in Fiction
