Fantasy
The Recluse
Within a thick bank of sea fog, a once imposing figure, bent by age and suffering, scowled at a familiar scene unfolding just a rock's throw away where two National Police Officers were brutally removing an old man from a small tool shed, where he had apparently been hiding. Another man, presumably his neighbor and betrayer, watched on with smug self-satisfaction, clearly pleased with himself. From the age of the beaten man, the watcher assumed that he must be an original separatist. Ever since the rebellion was crushed, the Global Government of Earth had been brainwashing folks on the heroic patriotism of reporting any information regarding the location of surviving separatists, none of whom could be less than seventy years old by now. Some folks will do anything for a pat on the head from the government, as though they're trying to prove how devoted they are. To be fair, the bounty of five thousand per traitor didn’t hurt.
By J. A. Rossignol5 years ago in Fiction
Ascendant Station
The sunlight slowly faded away over the remains of cold steal and brick from the demolished buildings and streets. The smell of decaying wood and degrading fabric from the window I was looking out of filled my nose. I had to narrow my eyes as I scanned for any movement through the rubble on the streets. It was going to be a long night, it always is when it gets cooler out, the raids become more frequent. The feeling of hunger sets in and the need for warmth takes over and brings all sorts of depraved things out including other humans. What do you expect though it is a constant fight for survival. In 2125 the governing countries had a final fallout and a massive chemical and nuclear war destroyed the world as we knew it. No one really knows how many lives were lost. It has been told that half the population was killed by the impacts and then another quarter by the chemical and nuclear fallout. That is just hear say though sometimes it feels like a lot more were lost. We have worked endlessly the last 10 years to build Trebor City to make sure that all those who survived have a place to live. More cities arose as ours did with each one becoming more like its founders. The closest cities are Ektra which is mainly criminals and thieves there is no real order there with constant fighting for power. The next is Saint James, which I’m sure you guessed its founders were religious. Surprisingly there is not one definitive religion they all seem to stay to themselves and for the most part live in harmony. There is Morto City or dead city as we have all come to call it. This place has nothing it is a gathering of chemically altered and disease-ridden beings from all the fallout. Some are human, some are animals, and some you’ve never seen before. It is our job to keep Trebor safe from these cities and Morto being our biggest problem. They raid looking for food and whatever they can take, it doesn’t matter to them anything is on the menu. Then there is Ascendant Station it is the central location for every city we know about. All supplies and food get transferred through there and it creates the power cells that each city uses for electricity. No one knows who the founder of Ascendant Station is but without it most cities would not survive. I have never seen it but have heard it has great towers that can be seen glowing from miles away due to the electrical discharge, and the walls around the towers are at least 50 ft high and strong enough to take on any weapons without damage. No one is seen coming in or out of the towers and the security allows no one near them. The outer city is said to stay active 24 hours a day and always has trading going on. I hope to see it someday, but it is not looking to promising. By the way everyone calls me Vick it’s short for Victoria. Well enough of the history lesson for now time to go to work it looks like its going to be a busy night.
By J.R. Hubschmitt5 years ago in Fiction
All Rise
She woke up in a cold sweat. The perspiration dripped from her curly black rooted, and ice blonde tipped colored hair onto her coffee skin. Her almond eyes could barely open. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in her sleep chamber. She noticed her typically mint-stained colored eyes were now one mint and one grey, and they had extra bags under them. She was physically exhausted. She caught her breath, though, and clutched her chest. It helped her to know that her heart was still organically beating. She thought an organically beating heart meant there was hope. Sighing, she also contended that she had to do something about her night-terrors. She looked over at her dial in her chamber and noticed her automated air dome would be opening soon. That was the only luxury she was still thankful for since the spread; it kept her from falling further into depression. For her to see the sky and live elder trees were a luxury she no longer took for granted.
By Lavana Jenkins-Reid5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
The year is 2128.The Earth has split open in several locations,and strange creatures crawled out. Many of them being described as creatures of legend. Dragons,Chimera,Basilisks, and others. In the oceans,lakes and rivers other creatures never seen before roamed. There was even a rumor that the legendary Lock Ness Monster came out of hiding. Many People talked about a mysterious heart shaped jade locket. Supposedly, this locket could heal the earth,send the creatures back to where they came from and enforce world peace. Though there were many who were using the creatures for their own personal gain or, in attempts to grab for political power. These people were hunting for this locket, in the hopes of destroying it.
By Michelle Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Motherless
It had been an unremarkable morning the day that the world, at least the world that ZiZi knew, came to an end. She had spent the morning with her mother and several of her aunties fishing in a small cove. It had been very productive and she had filled her belly with fifty or more shiny mackerel. She loved the chase, darting around in the water, the sun shimmering through the surface casting pretty refractive rays to the sea floor below.
By Joanne Elliott5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: At Eternity's Gates
"Don't be afraid, Charlotte. I am always with you..." A high-pitched alarm pierces my ears. My grandmother's words echo as I grumble and tap the snooze button. Peering from under ivory sheets, I squint my eyes at the early morning sunlight stretching across the cozy room. Ugh, too early! I complain. Yawning, I turn over in bed and curl underneath the weight of the quilted comforter. I'll just rest a little longer...
By Chrissy Lee5 years ago in Fiction
Camp Nursery
A visit from one of the Ministers was coming soon. Keiji had told himself he would not see another. But worse than that, he had promised Brianna that she wouldn’t, either. With this impending visit, he knew his guilt would soon add another broken promise to its weight. There was no mistaking the signs, however. Patrols had been increasing for four days in a row. Extra guards were easily spotted in the towers and along the walls. And the constant roar of helicopters and planes above left no doubt.
By Eric Abney5 years ago in Fiction
The Ruins of Time
It was after the Great Rip. Who could have foretold that an all-out war between the moon goddess Lunarys and the sun god Solari would have caused the biggest change in our world? I remember it like it was yesterday. The Dark Woodland Elves turned vampire, who thrived at night under the gaze of the bright moonlight shining against their pale-perfect faces, as the battle continued against the Sun Elves, who drew their power directly from Solari. This night was different, though. Both gods would join the battle directly, causing a rip into the fabric of our world that would engulf two-thirds of our population, before it closed up as if it had never been there. Except, there remains an eerie, halo-like fissure in its place.
By B. M. Gomez5 years ago in Fiction
