Adventure
The Rastonia Era
The Rastonia Era The house was full of angry, armed men and their wives and children. Everyone was silent as the men loaded and readied their weapons. The women were on their knees, praying for the safety of their men and the success of their mission to overthrow the rule of the oppressors. The only sounds were the metallic clinking of clips sliding into place and the click clack of rounds being chambered.
By Steven the author5 years ago in Fiction
Walker
It burned against my chest, the beautiful, cursed thing. Its weight pulled at the string around my neck from which it hung, taunting, daring me to find her. My steps crunched the dried grass to dust, a dim sun struggled to pierce the everlasting amber haze, and still it goaded me on.
By Sjan Evardsson5 years ago in Fiction
Wastelands
Dry earth crunched under their footfalls. The son tried not to step on the hard desolate cracks that split the earth like a never ending egg being hatched. When he mis-stepped and tripped over his own ankle he stumbled forward and fell to knees catching himself with the base of his palms. When mother looked back she merely smiled and held out a hand to help him up. She didn’t scold him or say anything for that matter. In fact, she rarely said anything while they walked. It had been that way as long as the son could remember. When she turned her back to him and continued, he went on skipping over the dry cracks of earth.
By Judah Pearson5 years ago in Fiction
2085
Bex Meere woke up early to the heat, like every other day for as long as she could remember. She stretched out on her cot before putting her thin pale feet on the sandy ground. Bex was 5’ 6” with deep red hair and freckles all over. Freckles that seemed brighter when Bex was excited. You see, she had celebrated her fifteenth birthday just two days earlier and that meant she was no longer a child and could now leave the safety of her home, the mine.
By Kristen Renee5 years ago in Fiction
Shiny Golden Links
Every night, through the only window in our small apartment, I spend one or two hours looking at the stars and the oval-shaped shiny golden link that goes around our "country" all the way connecting to the next one. It's stunning. Looking from down here, it seems to measure 10 meters wide - but of course, it is much bigger than that. And the length is impossible to guess as part of it is hidden by the clouds.
By Vinicius Monteiro5 years ago in Fiction
Praesidium III
Previously Once their food was finished, Nixie packed away the stove. The flammable items went into Noah’s bag while the rest went into Nixie’s. And then, they were ready to go. James, once again, was setting off to find Praesidium and his new future. His destiny.
By Jade Stephens5 years ago in Fiction
The Ride
Even as the city spoke to them in seductive and festive whispers, Sam and Becky were still bored, stuck in the middle of the carnival stream of lights and excitement. The airy hoard ignored them for the better parts of drunken convalescences and glitter. Sam and Becky did not have a cent to their names. They walked along the streets, staring at the industrial whorls around them. The warm rush of exhaustion and absolution passed by. Sam kicked an empty can that landed on the road. It was instantly flattened by cars and flung right back in their direction.
By Justin Fong Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
Praesidium
The shadows were encroaching into what little light there was in the room. The dark was dominating. Items were strewn around the room, blocking the light and creating more darkness. Furniture. Dangling curtains and curtain rails. It was all evidence that life had once existed here. Newspapers. Letters. Photographs. Fancy wall paper was peeling from the walls and there were shadows over the damp patches. Everything was rotten and greyed with age.
By Jade Stephens5 years ago in Fiction
Praesidium II
Previously - Meanwhile, James was searching through his third house. He was proud of his hoard of supplies. He had found some new clothes for them ready for the approaching warmer weather. The first house had a whole supply of canned food. Some of the cupboards and the fridge were starting to grow their own eco systems from the moldy food but most of the cans were okay. A scream pierced the silence.
By Jade Stephens5 years ago in Fiction
