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Dystopian Dilemma
It wasn't the inferno burning around me, consuming homes and humans alike, that snapped me back to reality. It wasn't the crack of the gunshots that slashed through the paper of silence that brought me back. It wasn't the screams of my brothers and sisters in arms or the terror boiling up like bile in my throat. It was a single, guttural, horrific moan. The kind that you would hear from a dying animal who had given up. The kind that sneaks into the cracks of the armor and takes you apart from the inside. It tugged on my heart, pulling my being towards itself, dragging my eyes across carnage and pain to the face of a small girl.
By Quinn Voss5 years ago in Fiction
Eyes of R-GyS
R-GyS watched from all angles through wide lenses and static grain. The vast warehouse was starkly lit by the buzzing fluorescents above. The shadows were sharp, stained yellow like aging wallpaper. It was late, and the isles were practically vacant save for a few sparsely scattered wanderers. Humans were typically more skittish at night, moving in small herds of three to four. Some pushed carts full of goods. Another struggled to carry just as much in his arms alone. R-GyS watched small boxes appear around each face. He measured their features in proportion to one another, and each summoned an associated file.
By Tayla Mallow-Spears5 years ago in Fiction
Treasure of the Golden Locket
The golden locket lay covered in rubble, a few links of chain betrayed its place within all shattered things at the Institute of The Genetic Norm, buried under the palace grounds. An earthworm with two heads and vestigial feet curled about the locket's coolness, licking and biting with oddly human teeth seeking sustenance within swirled carvings on the heart shaped locket's surface. The locket was closed, tossed with the flick of a wrist blown apart in a blast to end all blasts. Truly, it had been held in a fierce grip as if she knew the coming of the final surprise, and the shape of the curve of the woman's cheek was burned onto the locket's golden body. Inside the locket, a sealed compartment lay beneath a watch used to note time instead of events beckoning to the abyss.
By Eldon Arkinstall5 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Unseen
She pushes her face out of the moist dirt, her bright green eyes piercing thru the pools that turn into streams cutting swathes thru the mud on her face. Her dark auburn hair hangs down over her face, concealing the tears but not the blood at the corner of her mouth. She pushes herself up on a knee as she looks across at the bare and rather wide back of a man with his arms raised in triumph to a crowd of onlookers, some who cheer his name "DAX! DAX!" Others urge and plead for her to stand. As he celebrates he notices her on a knee with one fist and one boot on the ground and turns to face her. She wipes the tears on her face with the inside of the elbow of her tattered and dirty denim jacket, smearing the dirt.
By Shawn E. Raker5 years ago in Fiction
The Korrigan's Gift
I grew up in a small coastal town that was sleepy ten months out of the year, except for July and August when it seemed like every city-dweller in the country would come flooding in to take refuge on our little piece of the Atlantic coast. They would stay at one of two big resorts located right by the marina and boisterously take over every inch of the local beaches with their lounge chairs, party music, and barbecues. At the time, my family lived in a dingy little shoebox right above the railway that would rattle vigorously for a few seconds once every four minutes when a cargo train would pass by. I had a normal, quiet childhood. During the week, I went to school and play with my friends. On the weekends between mid-September and mid-May, weather permitting, my parents took me to the then-deserted grey-sanded beach, a mere fifteen walk from our home.
By Laureline Landry5 years ago in Fiction
GHSL Incident
[AUTOMATED TRANSCRIPT EXCERPT, COUNCILMAN VARGAS – DR. GLASS] [TIMESTAMP 9th Moon, Sol 249, 1651, 0832] Vargas. Dr. Glass, having watched your neuro-cam footage of the GHSL Incident, I understand that you have a new weapon against the Axeris-Flodai threat. I need clarification. If you would please, start from your arrival in Darija, and allow me pauses that I may interject. And, for my sake will you please spell out the acronyms you may use as or before they are spoken?
By Joshua Mills5 years ago in Fiction
Number 50
Forty-nine. Forty-nine tallies etched like splintered veins into the sturdy oak headboard he once shared. Forty-nine less monsters terrorizing the town he called home. Forty-nine more reasons to keep fighting, to keep searching. He would carve out every inch of that headboard if it meant finding his family—his wife, his son.
By D.M. Roseen5 years ago in Fiction
The Superheroes Mission 1: When It All Began
One million years ago, on a planet called Planet Smiley Face. The forces of another planet, Planet Gaxi (Gal-a-za) , were attacking it. The Gaxi HAs have the advantage of superior technology. While the Citalogs have the home field advantage and superpowers. The queen of Planet Gaxi, a chubby humanoid adult woman currently clad in battle armor with big black boots, just arrived in her royal battleship.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
Utopia Redux
Billy Day sat on the toilet, facing a small 10 x 10 mirror, staring at his reflection. His light brown hair was scruffy and dirty. His eyes were a bright green, and were currently gazing into themselves. Billy, a young man of 17, was worried about his mother. She had been gone for too long. He was beginning to think the worst.
By Colt Henderson5 years ago in Fiction
