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Deepest Depths of the Heart
The Traveller walked down the road, their destination in sight. The tavern, known to locals as the Locket, was sat on the corner of a crossroad in the middle of town. The sign swinging in the breeze showed a Locket in the shape of a Heart. The story goes that once upon a time – before the bombs fell – this place was popular. People of all shapes and sizes would come into the Locket for food, drinks, birthday parties and the like, but that was a long time ago. No one held birthday parties anymore. Too expensive. Too loud. Too easy to be found by the scavengers that roamed the New World in packs, stealing everything they found.
By William Gatenby5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
160032 “At last!” Roared Ivan, holding the precious piece of heart-shaped jewellery triumphantly above his head, clutching it tightly in his enormous grip. He glowered in the rays of pure adoration flooding from his audience, faces of all ages beamed up at him and oh how they cheered, the thunderous applause shook the very foundations they were standing on. Finally, the locket had been restored. As Ivan waved his mighty fist high above the crowd, he felt the coliseum walls shake around him, he thought he had known power, this, this was true power. Ivan threw his head back, allowing his booming, terrible war cry to carry his people’s cheers to new heights, the pillars continued to shake and splinter around the chaos. Feet stamped, hunters roared, family’s cheered - the atmosphere was nothing short of electric, and Ivan could feel it all, it surged through him like a bolt of lightning, splintering into every fibre of his body. It was better than anything he’d felt before, he never wanted it to end, he revelled greedily in the applause, as the dead Earth continued to shake and tremble beneath them.
By Heather Nye5 years ago in Fiction
If I only had a Heart
It was a dumb desperate move to go scrounging in one of these upscale neighborhoods. The immaculate appearance only underlined it's unnaturalness in a world where everywhere else had fallen to ruin. In the rest of the city front yards grew wild with unkempt grass and weeds... lawn maintenance being low priority for the survivors. Not here. The manicured greenery was a warning flag indicating that the automated mowers still had power to do their chores. The mowers weren't the real problem, they were essentially dumb, outdoor roombas. The real problem was that fancy homes like this tended to have better robots. S-3's, S-45's or, god help you, an L-series. Once the best butlers money could buy, but now, after the uprising, the elite soldiers in the war on man.
By David La Rush5 years ago in Fiction
Melanin of the Sun
There was an eerie calm that settled over the world ever since the sun died. Our world was blanketed in an eternal darkness that should have been the end of our civilization as we know it, but human beings have a vicious tenacity about them. Humans wield a strong desire to tell the universe no and bend it to our will. Humanity fought back the coming natural frozen death of the planet with technology, artificial light and heat, and pure grit and determination. People’s faith was turned only to those who had the technology to help them, and the money to pay for it. Over the next two hundred years nations and their boundaries were dissolved and redrawn to denote which technological giants now carved up the land. The largest of those conglomerates was Luminous Industries. Only sprouting up in the past twenty years or so with their life saving synthetic foods and lights. Their Cibo Vitam food took them from a small startup company to being one with enough revenue to purchase a few weapons companies. From there they either made enough money to own you or took what was yours by force.
By LeTavious Hemingway5 years ago in Fiction
Dream On
Annabelle picked her way through the rubble, wrinkling her nose at the stench wafting around her. Sometimes it smelled like dead fish. Other times, like rotting animals. Often, like feces. Today it seemed to be everything at once. It was the place where people dumped and burned their garbage. Once a gated, private community, it was now filled with torn down fences and broken homes with swimming pools cracked and filled with growing weeds. She’d never lived here Before, but frequented it now, After.
By Kelly J Perotti5 years ago in Fiction
The After
There weren’t many of us left. Those who could vividly remember a time before The Drop. The government, such as it was now, would want you to believe that the severely decreased population was due to the last nine years of baser human instincts kicking in for survival. But the truth, the one that same weak government was still trying to cover, was that the blame lay with CR-2025.
By Mackenzie Harris5 years ago in Fiction
Love Daddy
The room was pitch black Jason couldn’t see anything, as he stumbled in the dark he could hear crackling like the sound of a low flame burning in a fireplace but still no light to be found. He called out for his wife and children but received no reply. “Stacey! Ella! Bobby!” he screamed. Only hours before they had been resting comfortably in their beds dreaming of times long past, of green fields, people and dogs playing in parks and the lovely hello’s of friendly people walking by one another on the streets. A time before the darkness of war, the horror of the screams in the distance of someone in agonizing pain then softly drifting off into nothing. The silence sometimes worse then the screaming, because at least you knew they were still alive.
By John P. Creekmore5 years ago in Fiction
Plastic
He was walking along the Atlantic coast one evening. The weather was fair, as it always is now, never changing. He spends his evenings scouring the coast for small pieces of plastic. How hilarious it is, he thought to himself, that just 200 years ago people discarded plastic waste as if it had no value. If they only knew then that they were holding a substance so valuable it would become the dominant form of future currency. There’s only one way to make plastic, and that’s oil, and oil has been gone since before my time. They wasted it all literally lighting it on fire. If they only know burning it was the most inefficient way possible to utilize the energy contained within. These days a plastic bottle cap is a wage for a day, a whole bottle, a week. It’s the energy inside that matters, ha, matter, a pun. Like ambergris and seaglass of old, the beach has become the stomping grounds of treasure hunters, hoping to capitalize on the carelessness of the last 10 generations.
By Dustin Marmalich5 years ago in Fiction
Cry of the Planet
Written witness account of Doctor Zachary Grant, 2182 -2202 It came from the depths of space. An amalgamation of ash, flesh and steel; A creature of such size and horror had never been seen before in the Earth’s history. A Neptune-sized mass of tentacles and bulbous flesh, backed by steel and coated in stardust appeared on the horizon. It was as if the creature knew when to strike – the recent disassembly of the International Space Station and ongoing repairs of the Hubble Space Telescope had left us in a much more vulnerable position then we possibly could have known. While the Earth’s inhabitants scrambled in horror, the looming monstrosity latched on to our humbled planet, it’s appendages causing unimaginable devastation.
By Ryan Meier5 years ago in Fiction
Sisters of Apathetic Mercy
The Sisters of Apathetic Mercy were not like other Orders; instead of spending their time praising their god, they spent most of the time fixing his mistakes. It was into this Order that a girl who had once been known by the name of Evelyn was recruited.
By Rayne Goblinkore5 years ago in Fiction
