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Wasteland
Dry earth crunched under their footfalls. The son tried not to step on the hard desolate cracks that split the earth like a never ending egg hatching. When he mis-stepped and tripped over his own ankle he stumbled forward and fell to knees catching himself with the base of his palms. When mother looked back she merely smiled and held out a hand to help him up. She didn’t scold him or say anything for that matter. In fact, she rarely said anything while they walked. It had been that way as long as the son could remember. When she turned her back to him and continued, he went on skipping over the dry cracks of earth.
By Judah Pearson5 years ago in Fiction
Rubicon Day
"Quadrant 47, Subarea 4. Routine sweep of Blithesome Drive requested. " So began the weekly sterile form of subterfuge for Candace Blevins, Assistant Deputy Manager, Metropolitan Emergency Management Agency. Every week since the evacuations Candace used her power and fourteen years of clout and experience to ensure a sweep through this particular street in this particular neighborhood.
By Christopher Ward5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Rift
Journal Entry 7,300 It has been 20 years to the day since the Great Rift, and I am still having flashbacks. Just last night I saw my wife, Sorte, I believe I used to call her. It has been so long since I’ve had a memory of her. I could actually smell the vanilla perfume in her long dark hair. The smell aroused some deep feelings that were long forgotten.
By Frederick Grothe5 years ago in Fiction
The Red Sun Sets on Kepler 186f
Yuri looked out across the empty valley below her, dark and vast, aimlessly fingering at the locket about her neck. To her left, east, the red sun hung low, not quite dropping behind the mountaintops. To her west, twilight danced, alive with green and purple ghost-lights dipping low from northern skies. Home wasn’t that far but still, darkness meant danger on Kepler 186f, Sunset lasted for literal hours here, but even a few minutes of night meant trouble. She turned back to the rubble and reloaded her wagon for the hike back home.
By Chris Enix5 years ago in Fiction
The Southern Watch
Sargent Baxley inspected his weapon as he watched Private Morales, a young recruit relatively fresh out of training, pace the catwalk. Watch duty on the southern towers was monotonous to say the least, except for the occasional scavenger who has made their way too far south of the city, or the runners who stray too close to the towers, not a whole lot ever really happened. He never fully understood why they spent so much time and resources on stopping those coming from the city, the scavengers he could kind of understand they ran contraband through the city, however the runners just wanted to seek a new life away from the city. Not that there was much out there for them, the wastelands were a brutal place even at the best of times.
By Jarred S Baker5 years ago in Fiction
The End of Sett.
Tarqwine dove under a burst of fire from a Roamer’s hand cannon. The shell exploded behind him. Wasting no time, he shoved his father’s speargun into the opponent’s chest. He could feel its heartbeat through the weapon. With a cry of agony, the Roamer collapsed onto the ash covered ground, dead.
By Chris Schultz5 years ago in Fiction
Snake in the Grass
Sidney started awake at the sound of voices below her. She peered down, careful to stay hidden in the branches of her treetop hideaway. A group of men stalked through the woods. They were severely underweight and armed with guns and knives. Hunters, she thought, shrinking back at the sight of them. It was a common sight. Humans hunting humans for bounty and food. Most larger animals had been killed off. In the few communities that had cropped up the last five years, cannibalism of outsiders had become the norm to survive.
By Jessica Curtis5 years ago in Fiction
