Adventure
Path of the Hunter Part One
The forest Cain walked through was peaceful, something that stuck out these days. No birds chirped or flew over the canopy of the forest. No tracks from wild animals or signs that any even treaded the land in days. The Most unsettling part was not a single zombie had appeared for days.
By wesley myers5 years ago in Fiction
The Trinket
“It was Jenny who gave it to me, this little thing, this…What a silly thing to give someone. I wanted to melt it down with the rest of my scrap to make more rounds, but she told me to keep it safe. She said people would give each other these things, these trinkets, as a sign of affection. A bunch of shapes and loops of shinny metals and rocks meant you cared for someone. Jenny had always brought us back things She found scavenging in the city. Mostly scrap metal and a boot hear and there, she said that whenever I look at it I should think of her. What good is a shiny pebble when thirst is on your lips? When another moment of hunger is inching its way into your stomach. But that was so long ago, before the reign. She never did tell me what it was called.” Worth held the trinket in the air, it twisted itself back-and-forth with his hands. “I mean why give me something so useless the bonds to this is so weak I couldn’t even choke someone with this.” He put it back in the breast pocket of his vest. I could tell he wanted to go on about how silly the trinket was but, the smell of cooked meat filled the air, we knew we were getting closer.
By Warren Higginbothan II5 years ago in Fiction
Neo
Ashes. There was nothing but ashes. Neo swept her eyes across the horizon, and her heart ached for what once was. For a moment, she could see the city --it’s tall silver spires shining in the blinding light. For a couple seconds amidst the quiet of the valley, she could hear the sound of 5 o’clock traffic horns honking and people yelling in dismay. She blinked. The vision and its sounds faded leaving her with the sea of grey ash, and an eerie silence in its wake.
By Hailey Cahoon5 years ago in Fiction
The Twenty four
Sarah ran to the corner of the building the street lamp looking like a one-eyed cyclops waiting to tell on you. It light up the street showing all of the secrets that the night was trying to hide. She stopped and peeped around the corner, she had to make sure the shock bots weren’t patrolling. They were the new military police created by Twenty-four A.I. LLC or the Twenty-four as everyone calls them. They took over the east coast after the war. Twenty-four locked the borders and built a giant metal wall up and down the east coast and along the seaports. Only people in the upper echelons were allowed to travel outside of the walls. Everyone else unless you were in a key position in politics, medical, or business had to stay behind. It was like the Berlin wall all over again but it included the whole east coast and not just one city in a country.
By Allison Pinkney5 years ago in Fiction
Two Worlds Apart
Three generations after American society has fallen, anarchy has taken over the country. Many cities throughout the country have been destroyed from years of riots and bombings. Schools and libraries cease to exist, therefore the only education offered is from people's own personal book collections and daily lessons taught by the older generations.
By Travis Moore5 years ago in Fiction
The Woman in the Locket
The Man glanced down at the locket resting in the center of his palm. It was gold-colored and heart-shaped, at the end of a long chain. The face of the heart was covered in small scratches and imperfections, suggesting the owner of the locket had possessed it for quite a long time. In several places the gold paint had worn through, revealing the metal’s true brass color. Clearly the necklace held a much greater sentimental value than a monetary one in the eyes of its previous owner.
By John Sokolowski5 years ago in Fiction
A New World
An inflatable raft is rushing down the frigid river, overturned and bouncing between the rocks like a toy. Juan struggles to untangle his foot from the bungee cord, as he lifts his head out of the water, gasping for air. Luckily for Juan, his adventures in the wilderness with his grandmother have prepared him for this moment. An outdoorsy woman, she made sure to teach survival skills to her only grandchild by taking him on outdoor excursions throughout the country. Their “grand adventures,” as they called them, prepared him for the world he lives in now. Finally, he breaks free and swims with the current towards the riverbank. He watches as his raft disappears down the 200-foot waterfall. Exhausted and struggling to catch his breath, Juan collapses onto the muddy bank.
By Serena Boggs5 years ago in Fiction
Unrelenting
The street was dark, and the air silent. Long shadows started to melt together. Jen peered round the corner and down the street. The melting shadows were cutting out the sunlight, making it difficult to see what was lying ahead. Regardless of how many times she travelled this road, Jen always checked. Especially at dusk. When things were more difficult to make out.
By Jess Newman 5 years ago in Fiction
