Horror
Metamorphic
The street was not completely destroyed, but a chaotic roadmap of cracks had caused it to crumble significantly. Without anyone to maintain the roads, mother nature had reasserted herself, and the long dormant flora of Morrison, Colorado had sprung forth from its asphalt shell.
By Geoffrey Foster5 years ago in Fiction
Generation Doomsday
"What're we doing here, Alv? This is Big Dumb." Alvin turned to his friend Poke incredulously. "You still don't brain it? We need food, Poke. Over that way is food. Good food, smackable food, many muchs of it. If you don't brain that, maybe you’re Big Dumb."
By Travis Pittman5 years ago in Fiction
Despair
How long have we been down here? The flashlight illuminated through debris and fine mist to reveal an infinite underground railroad tunnel. Graffiti covered parts of the wall and hot pink harried strokes proclaimed “ALL IS LOST” while a sunny shade of orange encouraged “Welcome to Hell.”
By Wendy Lane5 years ago in Fiction
Sol Survivor
In the year 2051, Texico’s immigration crisis was eliminated. There were no more immigrants trying to get in. There were no more racists trying to keep them out. This was accomplished by a satellite which turned the sun into a death-beam. The death-beam got rid of all the rotten eggs.
By Victor Javier Ortiz5 years ago in Fiction
“WOOOOOOO!!!”
John and his wife Mary lived on a small, quiet fishing lake with only a few other houses around them. They were in their early 60s, retired, and loved nature. The small house was perfect for them, plus it had an extra bedroom and a big yard for when their kids brought the grandkids. John’s passion in life was fishing. Every night he went out on the lake to fish and then the next day him and Mary would spend hours cooking the fish. They were living the life.
By Austin Blessing-Nelson (Blessing)5 years ago in Fiction
World's End
2372 AD. This is the year when the planet earth changes and not for the better. What was once a planet full of plants, animals, rivers, and varied weather patterns is now a barren wasteland. Due to the constant pollution and over use of natural resources the world slowly dies, taking many lives with it. Although there are some human survivors, many mutations from various chemical spills have affected some plants and animals. Now 128 years later, all a person can find around them are buildings reduced to rubble, dunes as high as the sky and sand carpeting whatever there is left on the ground. People, plants, and animals are like finding diamonds. They have become rarer and rarer.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Fiction
I Smiled
“You have to fight!” My eardrums still ringing, I managed to scrounge up whatever strength I had in me to incorporate myself and get on all fours. My right eye had been hit by something and I couldn’t see out of it. I didn’t want to touch it because I could swear I felt something oozing down my cheek, and I didn’t have the courage to find out whether that ooze was blood or something else. Bits and pieces of sharp, rusty metal cut into my knees and the palms of my hands as I frantically felt around the floor, tossing rubble left and right.
By Marc Simon5 years ago in Fiction
Surviving the Hurricane
Rob, an anthropomorphic tiger and retired fisherman, concentrated on cleaning mashed fish from his father’s whiskers. He never seemed able to get all of it out no matter how hard he tried. His father didn’t seem to mind though. He passively sat, slouched in his chair, one side of his face drooping from a stroke last year. Giving up, Rob tossed the cloth into the sink and wheeled his father to sit in front of the television. He turned it on, hoping to get an update on the weather now that the hurricane had passed. As the generator roared to life he flipped through the channels finding nothing but static, “Here Pop, hold the ‘mote.”
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Fiction
As The Ashes Fall
We just cared about ourselves and what we could buy, not what we could try to help each other survive. Just a penny for your thoughts can help a million survive. An equal alternative from being down all the time. Even if looking to make this place a little better that’s fine. But instead, we sat back and watched as our land, sea and forests died. Now we flourish with what their designing. Focusing & admiring the things that should bring on sirens. Worst part is the advertising intensifies it, so as the funding grew, the media grew silent. In the end, we stood up and grew violent, so over time we learned just how to confine it. Finally, now that we’re ready to stand up and deny it, everyone’s excited before we lay divided. Just the simple cost of making society silent.
By Andrew Dixon5 years ago in Fiction
