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The Lucky One
2051 - No one could have imagined my life, not the best sci-fi authors or doomsday predictors. At the ripe old age of 99 I’m still thankful and sickened at the same time. My time is short now, yet the events that happened 30 years ago haunt me to these, my finals days. Billions died seemingly overnight and yet, here I am, old even in a utopian best-case scenario. I’m thankful not only for being alive, although the alternative would have been a horribly painful death, I’m thankful because like all of the survivors worldwide, our direct descendants have survived, too. One day life was good for me, living the dream. I was retired, my wife’s retirement was imminent, but it was not to be. Traveling to far off, dreamt about locations was what our future held. Maybe have our kids traveling with us and the grandkids at times.
By Phillip Cecconie5 years ago in Fiction
Delivery
DeliveJasper awoke and coughed immediately. The dust was bad today. Each breath was acrid and hot. The daylight shone bright through the crack in the door. He donned his mangy tank top and beige ripped and torn khakis. Then he covered himself in a reflective poncho. No sense getting another sunburn. The boils festering on his right arm reminded him of a few weeks ago when he made that mistake. The container door creaked and whistled on rusty hinges when he pushed it open. Sand and silt rushed into his lungs, barely filtered by the pale blue handkerchief fitted tightly against his face. He coughed again. His goggles, dusty and scratched, pushed hard against his eye-sockets as he strained to look out into the flat landscape. Dust devils roamed to and fro, hungrily searching for something to gobble up. Jasper's stomach growled, and an ache followed it. He knew he must find something, anything to eat. His canteen was nearly empty, the small distilling apparatus he made, had broken the day before.
By Aaron kaszas5 years ago in Fiction
süße Rache
Under the overcrowded streets of a place once called London, lies a city beneath a city. Past the jumbled mass of pestilence, damp earth, sewage, and rot deep in the tunnels lives a small population of people. We are called the Kanalisationsdreck or sewer filth in the Queen's english, that’s the title given to us by the Ober Erder but we prefer the term Kanalis. The OE are what’s left of the people who stayed above in 1944. The leaders of the OE thrive on corruption and the most depraved form of debauchery only the sickest minds could fathom. Due to over population they have gone to even more extreme measures to keep their sheep in line.
By Nicole Murray 5 years ago in Fiction
The Moon Bases
The year was 2121. Humanity’s slow crawl into space had found new life with the influx of funding it received from private corporations and anonymous donors. Public opinion favored many reasons for colonizing other planetary bodies, but above all was an insurance policy for the seed of life, a fail-safe in case the rapidly declining conditions on Earth rendered it inhabitable and irreparable. An obvious initial step to long-term off-planet colonization would be to create a stable launching point on Earth’s natural satellite, Luna, or more commonly referred to as the moon.
By The Hooded Man5 years ago in Fiction
Two Lexi's
BLACK SCREEN KAREN (V.O) ‘Oh Jake,’ Brittney said. ‘We could have had such a fucking good time together.’ Ahead we saw a policeman directing traffic. He raised his hand stopping our Uber. Her body pressed against mine. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Isn’t it pretty to think so’.
By Cameron Glenn5 years ago in Fiction
Outlaw
Jamie sat down at his desk and opened his journal. Sitting quietly for a few minutes, the only sound being the synchronized tapping of his slowly dulling pencil, he stared at the blank pages and pondered on his most recent idea and what the best words would be to convey it.
By Allison Timmis5 years ago in Fiction
More Than Me
Just an ordinary day in a crowded neighborhood of the town of Nova, where people are shopping going about their lives, and living in their non-suburbs homes. Sonya, the woman who goes unnoticed but knows everyone, was walking through the neighborhood and strolled upon a heart-shaped locket that she had seen on the ground. However, instead of picking it up she looked at it and said, "I feel your pain what is living if you never noticed". She decided to leave it and hope that whoever lost the heart-shaped locket will find it.
By Tai Rogers5 years ago in Fiction
Living Dead Girl
We are not crazy. You want to know how we know that? About a billion tests, a year of daily counseling, at least twenty rounds of various neuropsychological procedures, and constant psychiatric evaluations. But it gets worse, my friend. On the more barbaric end of the spectrum, these bastards took to insulin shock therapy and electroconvulsive therapy to try and treat our apparent schizophrenia. Idiots. We told them it wasn't schizophrenia. We told them we weren't insane. But they didn't believe us. Probably because we speak from the same mouth. Anyway, we're just glad they didn't end up resorting to a fucking lobotomy. That would have totally sucked.
By E. M. Otten5 years ago in Fiction
