Mystery

Shadow of Steel
Chapter I “Coast is clear, Rick. Looks to me like the area is completely abandoned,” Mad-Dog reported. A bead of sweat streamed down the jagged scar above his eye.
By AD5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Her
The smell of their charred remains penetrated his sweaty bandana. A muffled coughing pierced the silence about 50 feet away and he pulled the thin material taut on his face, his sunken cheeks numbing from the tightness of it. He wondered if this man was choking from the smell of burnt flesh or from the Great Disease that wiped out half of the population.
By Kayla Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
The Light After The Fire
I think I speak for the entire human race - at least for those of us that remain anyway - when I say that we’d all rather jump back in time to when COVID-19 became a global pandemic in March of 2020. One could even compare it to heaven - as opposed to the brutish hell in which we live today.
By Dov Arlauskas 5 years ago in Fiction
the heart-shaped locket that gave me hope.
I used to look at the less fortunate, and think, 'How do you even get there? Just work hard and you will get what you want!'. I used to ignore the fact that society cast them out like rats, having to thrive in putrid, piss-ridden conditions, soiled in their own defecation and humiliated by people forcing cameras in their faces to record how they offer them food as if it should not be a human right for any human to be able to eat anyway... we were convinced to see ourselves as morally better than the suffering, in order to focus on our own desires, and advantage the system put in place for us to survive in. You need to lack empathy, to be societally successful.
By Ellie Zalar5 years ago in Fiction
Tower
FADE IN: EXT. CORPORATE TOWER - DAY The Tower stretches to grey mist and clouds that shroud its top floors. CAMERA DESCENDS each story until reaching the lobby entrance.
By Sammy Bonasso5 years ago in Fiction
Bright Lights
Bright lights. Intense, painful white lights. My whole head hurts. I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can feel my body on a soft but stiff surface. I think it’s a bed. The lights suddenly disappear and the pain slowly starts to subside. Relief. My thoughts slowly begin to blur and my brain becomes foggy, as if in slow-motion. I feel myself slipping back into nothingness. I try to hold onto my thoughts, to something, but I can’t. A dark calmness slowly seeps into my mind as my thoughts disappear.
By Jem5 years ago in Fiction
Kyron's Iron Heart
"Kyron, fucking get it together! Stop acting like a little bitch!" I never realized it until this very instant. Funny how dads' so-called words of encouragement and moms' satirical internal dialogue are now my mini motivational speeches every time I consider caving under pressure. It may sound horrible, but in reality, if it weren't for those two critical lines, I would've never made it this far even though I used to brag about how I was cut out for surviving an apocalypse. All I'm saying is, it's entirely different than watching a movie or playing a video game based on one. And as much as my parents complained about the video games I played, those have ironically been just as essential in my survival.
By Via Mia5 years ago in Fiction
You Find A Letter...
"To my dearest Whomever-It-May-Concern, I am dying. No, to put it more accurately, I am giving up my immortality. I am leaving this world we built. No one will know where I have gone, and since I will no longer be filling my production quota, they will not bother to look for me. I will be dead to the world. No matter, for this world is dead to me.
By Sylvani Starchild-St.Clair5 years ago in Fiction
Kyron's Iron Heart
"Kyron, fucking get it together! Stop acting like a little bitch!" I never realized it until this very instant. Funny how dads' so-called words of encouragement and moms' satirical internal dialogue are now my mini motivational speeches every time I consider caving under pressure. It may sound horrible, but in reality, if it weren't for those two critical lines, I would've never made it this far even though I used to brag about how I was cut out for surviving an apocalypse. All I'm saying is, it's entirely different than watching a movie or playing a video game based on one. And as much as my parents complained about the video games I played, those have ironically been just as essential in my survival.
By Via Mia5 years ago in Fiction
Dooms Day Dystopia
Doomsday! A day full of chaotic adventures and circumstances. Imagine losing a loved one, or two, or three. And the only memory you have of them is of a heart-shaped locket that you held dear to your heart. The locket then takes its own journey in life as it is misplaced; nowhere to be found.
By Steve Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
For the Record, I Love You
The cold air prickles his skin, raising the hairs on his arms. William tugs the sleeve of his coat to his wrist, adjusting his position above her body. A loud click fills the silent room, and a bright light illuminates the silvers of the table, adding a shine to the greys and blues of her cold, lifeless body. "Well…" William reaches down, twisting her toe tag toward him reading her name. "Ah, Gabby. It's been nice working with you, but it's time to go into the freezer," he says, pulling back the long plastic curtains pushing the embalming table to the refrigeration unit.
By Anjolene Bozeman 5 years ago in Fiction
Elara
The first and final forever sunset occurred at the turn of the third millennium, the explosive event called, “The Framers First Sight”, it was happenstance or an after effect of humanity’s genius. It was an attempt to control the uncontrollable and Hansen city heralded this union between that hope and its failure. The Framers First Sight had enriched the sky with particles like emerald daffodils, flowering each cloud with shimmers of yellow-green streaks. A cosmic play that cast other orphaned blobs of color as fish set to swim through radiant forever clouds. This is what it was like to see Hansen’s forever sunset. A skyline bound to the sunset’s existence, never falling to night, and never rising to daylight.
By Gary Lougheed5 years ago in Fiction