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Still A Survivor
Tony’s head lolled to the left. He could feel bruises already starting to form on his right cheek. A familiar coppery taste started in his mouth. He hated the taste of his own blood; however, at this exact moment he was glad to taste it. It meant that he was still conscious, despite the best efforts of his captors. He wanted to raise his head to look at his attacker but the receptors in his neck muscles weren’t answering the calls to perform that function. He fidgeted a little, testing just how trapped he was by the ropes. Tony was a lot of things, but right now he needed to be a survivor.
By Steve Reynolds5 years ago in Fiction
Only in April
The Minister wasn’t a nice man. April had realized this not long after accepting the internship. There was lots of yelling at co-workers and manipulating involved in politics. And yes, maybe she had known this before entering into this world - even in her classes at school had she noticed the subtle nuances involved in the political sphere. She was often disregarded for her mostly informal education and having grown up a part of the 99%. Meaning deep in poverty, or as the kids at school would say, “below the line”. But she had proven herself through diligence and tenaciousness. Still, she wasn’t sure the Minister particularly admired or cared about either of those qualities. What the Minister mostly appreciated was blind obedience. She expected she had been mostly a diversity hire.
By Holly Callec5 years ago in Fiction
A Golden Warning
"stare deeply" The acrid stench of rotting teeth and stale alcohol made my eyes water as the old woman's husky voice breathed over me. A single candle flame flickered on the table between us, the light catching the glint of gold before me as the pendulum swung back and forth. I kept my eyes fixated, flicking them from from left to right, following the hypnotizing swing and let my mind wander until thoughts evaded me and the room around me slipped away and new images flooded my conscious.
By Snarky Witch5 years ago in Fiction
The Evil Villain DNA
I heard a strange story the other day about DNA. It struck me as plausible on account of the fact that I have quite a vivid imagination, or so people say. Also, I have some training in the biological sciences which helped a lot in this particular case. The story went something like this. What we now know as DNA was actually once a terrible criminal from another galaxy far from our own. All galaxies are actually really very, very far from our own, but don’t let that one small example of imprecise language use cause too much doubt in the veracity of the tale overall. Rest assured, since I am the one doing the retelling, I’ll be sure to correct any further abuse of the language like the one just cited whenever it may occur. This particular criminal was of the extra evil variety, and extra clever too I was told, and he had been captured and escaped many times previously. His judges and jailers were an ancient alien race with almost God like powers. Needless to say they were more than a little annoyed at how poorly their previous punishments had fared. So, upon his most recent capture (~4.85 billion years ago according to what I heard) they desired to design a prison that could not be escaped and would last until time ran out at the end of the universe.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Fiction
Genes’ Journal
July 7, 2510 It all started 5 years ago, just out of the blue 3 Celestial beings each the size of the sun or more surrounding our Earth and causing it to change into this apocalyptic hellscape we know today. I can recall exactly what I was doing on the day of the attack. My wife and I were on a vacation in New York City when suddenly, a blinding flash of light went off in the sky. We then hear tires screeching on the pavement outside, glass breaking and the echoes of countless car alarms going off around us like an orchestra of destruction throughout the entire city.
By Dante Maroni 5 years ago in Fiction
The World Ended With Her Last Breath
As he sat in the driver's seat of his pickup, Jeff took slow shallow breaths. His eyes struggled to focus as he stared at the empty passenger seat. He would never see Pam’s beautiful smile radiating from that spot ever again. He would no longer hear her nag about his fast driving or the way he would tailgate slow drivers just before he changed lanes and sped passed them. Pam would never assume control of the radio stations again. Sometimes he would get irritated when she would change the station in the middle of a song he liked. But, now that was one of the things he would miss the most. His other half, his better half was gone and he has no idea how he will be able to go on without her. For the past twenty years, she was the right side of his brain. She completed his thoughts and filled in the blanks of so many things he would forget. How can he live, much less breathe without her?
By Garry Hill5 years ago in Fiction
She Tried To Kill Us.
I stood at the top of Mount Augus, and gazed intently into space. A supply shuttle should be in sight real soon. Although monitored from the control centre, the details weren't shared for this reason - the event always gave us a thrill to see a speck emerge and grow, and then the delicious excitement of identifying the incoming shuttle. We put friendly wagers on these things: it kept us out of deeper mischief.
By Angie Allanby5 years ago in Fiction
The Ties That Bond Us
Kadriana struggled as she tried to peddle her way through the four inch layer of pebbles that covered the path like a stream of water. Finally she hopped off the bicycle and pushed it up the gravel road to the abandoned single story brick home. It was isolated on a side road about a mile away from the interstate. It’s only neighbors were abandoned pump jacks and mesquite covered fields. From the position of the Sun she estimated it to be around 7 pm. But, in the middle of June that West Texas heat was unrelenting even into the late hours of the night. The 24 year old hoped she could find something to quench her thirst and help her rehydrate, and maybe get a little sleep before she hit the road again. She had been on the road for three days now as she headed for Pecos, TX in search of her mom’s relatives.
By Garry Hill5 years ago in Fiction
Creating Light
The doors juddered slightly as they closed. The pressurised rubber seals on their edges worn from years of regular use. The lift was large by all accounts but Edward knew from experience that the metal box would feel smaller and smaller during the ten minute journey to his work space. He was calm today, calmer than he either had right to be or had ever been in the last year. Tired though; he rubbed a hand across his eyes and down his care-worn face. Stubble had blossomed into a full grown beard that he could never find the time or energy to remove. He hated it, but like so many of his emotions hate had diminished itself, become a quiet buzzing in the back of his mind.
By John Riley5 years ago in Fiction
To Be Invincible
Context: Based on the character Kurtz from Joseph Conrad’s novel, Heart of Darkness. Set in an eerie underground laboratory of a military base where Dr. Norman has been assigned by the Chief commander — Admiral Carter, to develop a serum to create apathetic, robotic soldiers that follows whatever they are instructed.
By Hannah Spice5 years ago in Fiction
