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FIREPROOF
The blazing sun was slowly easing its oppressive grip on the air, but Casey decided it wasn't yet safe enough to leave her burrow to begin her nightly gardening. She pulled the insulated cover back over the burrow's opening and slid back out of the encroaching clutches of heat radiating from the opening into the much cooler depths of her burrow.
By Christian Kuhlman5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary
06/28/32 Notes she Wrote…. The pressure in my sinuses is so intense, I feel there is a very real possibility that my head may blow off, just as the top of a champagne bottle does when it is not quite chilled enough. My mind wonders, to my best friend’s wedding, which was only a few years ago, but feels like a lifetime has passed. It was a beautiful wedding, with endless, crisp champagne. It is unlikely we will ever see each other again or celebrate milestones with our chilled glasses and strawberry garnishes, I miss her every day.
By Dru Bedard5 years ago in Fiction
LOTEK
I did present technology to both sides; my own people in the Underdwellers and to the Skylanders. I even did so in equal parts, giving an advantage for a time, just before taking it away. I did what I did; and my heart was in the right place for it. The technology for the Underdwellers was to aid in our survival. The technology for the Skylanders, even in war technology, was meant as a peace offering. I wanted an end to this conflict and a chance to come out of our tunnels and attempt to clean up the land and air of our Sixth Earth to make it walkable once more. I did not understand the full consequences of what I had done until the night that I witnessed the Skylander assault on three of our own people on a mere mission of unity with the Aquatitans. I witnessed that conflict and meant to stop the fight. It did not work out as I watched as our leader and our greatest warrior were injured; perhaps mortally if not for the cybernetic shield tech that I had instilled into them. Thankfully, I did watch as the youngest among us, the bravest yearling of us all, could escape the fire fight; a fire fight that felled me in her place. Three of us lie wounded because of a misunderstanding between two groups. Only I deserved such a temporary fate until we could all be taken back below as the Skylanders fled in victory. I did what I did; and I deserve this cell now; at least, until my trial…
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
Echoes
The clatter of debris being tossed aside filled the air as she searched the ruins of an old house, scavenging for anything that might be valuable enough to trade. She was growing more frustrated by the minute. This was the fourth house El had searched today and she'd had very little luck. A few old dishes and bits of silverware were about the extent of it. Things she would likely use herself. Everything else seemed to have been picked clean by others before she got here.
By Erin Souvign5 years ago in Fiction
Hindsight
History is humor thrown down on the timeline of human existence. Sitting in the ruins as I gaze upon the final breaths of those around me, I find myself wishing that we'd kept the history books in a safer place. The truth of the matter is that we never know the right decision until the worst possible outcome has already occurred. The cinged pages of our history lay in the ashes at my feet while the pages still turned in my mind. A yearning desire to rewrite the pages fills my soul, to create the phoenix from the ashes from my own history. For this, I must start at the very beginning. The first days of my people’s own civil war laid its waste during the same time your own lands were in the midst of their own battles.
By brooke vecchi5 years ago in Fiction
Rose By The Road
Forty-Eight lanes of traffic all flowing together, like blood through veins. And the heart? The centre of it all, the thing that kept it beating? Most people would tell you that it was MidTown. Literally, the town in the middle of all of the divisions, where the brains of the planet resided, thinking of ways to keep the blood flowing.
By Ash Dickson5 years ago in Fiction
do humans dream in cryosleep?
They say when you enter cryosleep that you dream the entire time. I wouldn’t call it dreaming. It’s more like moments. Maybe it’s because we’re asleep so long. Our brains understand how much time is passing but since we’re not conscious, our normal dreams register like blips on an eternal radar.
By Jillian Rivera5 years ago in Fiction
Mountain Pass Pines Asylum
When I come to, all I can feel is pain radiating from the base of my skull. I reach my hand back and inspect it. Touching a knot of hair and dried blood, my eyes flutter as a new wave of anguish spreads through my head and down my spine.
By S. M. Risdon5 years ago in Fiction
