Sci Fi
The Damselfly Locket
Amanda peeked between the rails in the staircase, at the lounge where the rest of the students were gathered. Colors of red, white, and green, covered the packages. Sounds of laughter, sights of hugs and twinkling lights, could make almost anyone forget where they were. Amanda had vague memories of a tree and gifts. Family and friends gathered around, a big meal being prepared, and the warmth and happiness she felt.
By Anita L Worthey5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Depression
The panic that ensued mirrored that of the hysteria of Y2K; rioting and looting, apocalyptic utterances; the end of the world. Big and small businesses alike relished in the pandemonium that drew the forsaken to their store fronts, emptying their stock like “out of business” liquidation sales. Their jubilation quieted once the contagious virus of paranoia coughed up and spat upon the walls of their establishment. The infection spread. The chatter from the informed, over various mediums, were convinced the end of days were here. The diagnosis was delirium, and prophetic pharmacologists prescribed unhealthy doses of folklore and nihilist fiction as the remedy. The foreseen panic in scripture was created today by fear frozen sheep unable to see the strings animating their movements, decisions. It was true that the water levels had risen, depleting hundreds of square inch of land monthly, and it was true that natural disasters were becoming more common, shifting the traditional worldwide reaction to them from disbelief to disregard; but the horsemen of the apocalypse never came. The earth did not open up and swallow its inhabitants without warning. The great asteroid that made fossil of skeleton and dust of flesh, of our reptilian ancestors, did not return for a curtain call. Monday through Sunday continued as did January through December. The sun rose in the east, smiling, and set in the west, yawning. The predictions were not entirely wrong though, just misinterpreted in their translation. A global change occurred, derailing our affinity to function on auto pilot, with eyes closed, led like lemmings off a ledge. The people woke up and set fires to their property, ceremoniously sacrificing the past for present favours from Gods found within. Our perceptions had changed. Protests ceased as their functions became unnecessary. Influence and coercion were ineffective as truth was now widely accepted as being verified solely from the “mouth of the horse.” The financial elite no longer dictated the ebb and flow of commerce, religion and government, because all of earths dependant’s chose truths that were symbiotic with their own heart’s desires. Relief set in, and emotions teetered to a plateau as the fear began to diminish; but that was just the prologue. That was December 21, 2012.
By Mars Marley5 years ago in Fiction
The Pine Grove
As she walked down the desolate hallway her mind started to drift to a better time. A time when they were all together and the world was a different place. A time when her biggest concern was whose house she would be hanging out at. Her teenage years had now been replaced with scavenging for food, finding a safe place to sleep and hiding from the evil that now ran the streets. But, this was her few moments to forget it all. She sat in the corner, closed her eyes and she could almost hear her mother’s voice calling her. The lilac candle her mom would burn seemed to encircle her entire body and she smiled, for a brief moment she was home.
By Kimberly Dumais-Hutt5 years ago in Fiction
The next few months
Same as every other day Tom frantically waves his hand over the brewing coffee to prevent the smoke from giving away his position, granted it does nothing about the smell but after months waiting for the sky to fall one learns how to make compromises on what constitutes proper, necessary life preserving measures and what is just a hassle. All the other undesirables ask him to brew the coffee far away from the church since they don't trust Tom's risk assessment skills and are perfectly aware that he smokes a cigarette right afterwards. They don't resent him, nobody resents anybody anymore, people slowly started to let go of any moral imperative once the imminent doom was undeniable. “In 32 years I’ve never drank coffee without sugar, and now I don't even know if I would use it if I had it" reflected Tom as he lit up the second half of yesterday's cigarette and took that first hit. "damn that feels good" he thought as he waved his hand again this time over the cigarette smoke. Tom was convinced that today was it for him and regretted a little that he won't get to see the pretty lights, but he had to try and see her, ideally to see the big event by her side or just to say goodbye as a worst case scenario. Worst case scenario? who was he kidding there was no guarantee that Gaby was even alive, after all Faunatia is notoriously filled with crazy people who ride alligators for fun. Once his shrine to the vices was covered with dirt Tom fitted his backpack and started to make his way to the Church.
By Marcel Carrero5 years ago in Fiction
Escape
Escape By Todd Chesterman Gunter stared miserably through the barbed wire at the still-smoldering wreck of the Panzer. It had been hit two days ago by an English Typhoon as he’d lain right at this spot, praying with a religious fervor that had surprised him. The screams of the crew as they roasted inside their steel coffin had horribly amplified their agonies like some monstrous Brazen Bull performing for the God of War himself.
By Todd Chesterman5 years ago in Fiction
THE OLD WORLD
"David!" I exclaimed. "Are you serious? I wish I had never found Grandma Ann's books, it will be the death of us all! You know, they will not allow our house to be different than the others." "I know," David responded. "It was just nice to think about. Maybe someday. Regardless, if there is a change, I will be ready!"
By Sandy L Moore5 years ago in Fiction
The Flash and the Locket
The Flash and the Locket Mark A Noble The Sun, yes, it's good to feel the Sun again, now that we are in the After. We are almost through the hard part. No Food...Little Water...Bad Air... but that is not the worst of it. The Flash...it causes great damage to our sight. Seems like the only ones left that can make out this world really don't want to. Why would they want to see what we have become? Me...I'm OK with it...hit reset...slow down...time out for Humanity. Now it's the little things...things we used to take for granted...as we moved through life. Not me, I'm not getting caught up in that way of life...more more more...and it's not enough...it's never enough.
By Mark A Noble5 years ago in Fiction
Souls Unlocked
Thunderbolts, lightning - very very frightening - comets, fire and ice all rained down upon the land. Wind tunnels whipped up pieces of the earth, hurling them through the cosmos like a plaything, a surging panic elevating within the people all the existential turmoil they’d suppressed, a people mind you, who had been progressively losing all of their freedoms in the time leading up to this post-apocalyptic, cataclysmic, transduction of terror that was ransacking the town and leaving no one alive in its wake, not even a fly.
By Sophia Laurel Pack5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of the Matter
Cecilia took a step forward into the rubble and reached down to pickup a small heart-shaped locket. She grabbed the chain and lifted the necklace to her eyeline. The locket was delicate and beautiful and looked so out of place surrounded by all this destruction.
By Jorden Turner5 years ago in Fiction
