Sci Fi
Poisonous Advancements
He would have to go out. He needed to collect more of the ivy he had found in the forest just past the old donut shop downtown. His attempts to decipher why it was different, more predatory, more voracious than the other ivy strangling the city had so far proven fruitless.
By Darcie Fielding5 years ago in Fiction
Flawless
It was a Friday; time was standing still, and I held my breath as I waited for my final moments. The clock ticked down, every second felt like an eternity, every movement of the second hand felt like a dagger swiping away the last of my life. I was told that at our final moments we experience our lives flash before our eyes.
By Joshua Rossman5 years ago in Fiction
TerrEx: The Exodus
In seconds, I remember everything. I remember thinking the wind would swoop me off my feet if I let go of my mother's hand. When my sister and I were young, this is what our mother would tell us to make sure we wouldn't let go. I remember feeling the power of each breeze against my skin. The cool air caused goosebumps but the firmness of my mother's grip kept me rooted to the ground.
By Ryan Kirby5 years ago in Fiction
On the Fence
Steam rose off the pavement as the sun beat down hotter than ever, angry that the rain had tried to provide some relief to the wasteland below. A gangly young boy wearing an orange bandana, a sweat stained button down, and dirty sneakers strode down the cracked highway with a grin on his face. The energy-draining humidity didn’t bother him one bit. Steam meant rain had just passed through. Rain meant clean water. The only clean water available these days.
By A. C. J. Walker5 years ago in Fiction
Impending Inevitability
Earth crunched beneath the weight of heavy boots trekking across once plentiful fields. Dust billowed into the air. Everything here was different. Photographs, the few that were left, portrayed this land as green and flourishing but the decimation was clear. She grimaced. There was nothing ugly about the desert itself. It was merely the harsh truth, the landscape a perfect picture of continuing destruction. Ever growing sandy plains represented nothing more than death.
By Amee Moore5 years ago in Fiction
The Pile
In theory, there are the sorters and the carriers. In reality, there is just the pile. Arturo learns this on his second shift. It’s hard work, bundling the legs together and loading them onto the pallets, but he needs the job. Even for strong men, it’s exhausting, especially since they have to also unload the bundles into the freezer at the other end.
By Claire Rita B'ahnana5 years ago in Fiction
