Sci Fi
Mama Blue
Trouble don't last always. Of my grandmother's adages I've kept that ground me in times of change, this one just hits different. It's almost radical. The reality is, that while I may be OK on this path, someone out there ain't doing quite as hot. Too soon? Apologies. I've been told my choice of words are like the sword, but, after all, is that not what He came to send? By the looks of it, God is a man of his word. Not that he has gender, though this is certainly some masculine destruction right here. Waves hotter than any of my kid summers in South Georgia. And who do we have to thank? That's right. Man. Men. War has not yet touched my family and yet it's a pervasive constant in our personal struggles for today's gold. Water. I am in the sixth generation of the Comfrey family, a name chosen - not given. Mama Blue named us and shared a seemingly insignificant small totem from child to child. Now, we all knew there would come a day where water wars would devastate this community. It is the lifeline, and our totem the Key to the Kingdom, quite literally.
By Janelle Wright5 years ago in Fiction
Getting Mo out
Mo doesn’t know the exact reasons for her arrest, but she knows not to expect freedom at the end of this day. She has had plenty of time to think in the ‘waiting’ room and concluded that if not something unexpected would happen, the only way she could get home was through determination.
By Cifer Mushu5 years ago in Fiction
New World
No one took the news reports seriously. I didn’t either honestly. Not until it happened. All my life I’d heard reports of NASA saying asteroids were headed for our planet. Bigger ones always missed, so it makes sense that no one believed one as massive as the one that hit was on a direct course to hit us. Luckily for me, one of my best friends had a father, who was a huge doomsday prepper. Kaley and I made fun of it alot but to be honest, the bunker he built under their backyard was pretty cool. It had 5 different floors and was like a maze. We played hide and go seek down there everyday when we were kids. We’d have sleepovers in there and even claimed our rooms just in case anything ever did actually happen but we never really believed it would.
By Jessica Mitchell5 years ago in Fiction
Rubicon Day
"Quadrant 47, Subarea 4. Routine sweep of Blithesome Drive requested. " So began the weekly sterile form of subterfuge for Candace Blevins, Assistant Deputy Manager, Metropolitan Emergency Management Agency. Every week since the evacuations Candace used her power and fourteen years of clout and experience to ensure a sweep through this particular street in this particular neighborhood.
By Christopher Ward5 years ago in Fiction
The End of Sett.
Tarqwine dove under a burst of fire from a Roamer’s hand cannon. The shell exploded behind him. Wasting no time, he shoved his father’s speargun into the opponent’s chest. He could feel its heartbeat through the weapon. With a cry of agony, the Roamer collapsed onto the ash covered ground, dead.
By Chris Schultz5 years ago in Fiction
Lost Locket in a Dystopian Future
The gas and dust debris are starting to settle. We’re aren’t prepared for what this new world looks like. There had been a war that caused a nuclear fallout but if that wasn’t enough there was asteroids falling from the skies when the war was just about over. It caused it to amplify the effects of the nuclear war zones causing more explosions and hazardous waste to fall.
By Ariel Rini5 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Mountain
Aadi stood at the top of the mountain surveying the ruins. He remembered how beautiful the earth once was five years ago before a plague called LB3 swept through the entire earth wiping out almost all living things. Now the air was polluted making it unsafe to stay outside for long periods of time and the sun could not beam through the permanent cloud that hovered over the earth.
By ROSA n JAMES5 years ago in Fiction
Maggie
They would find him. Tom crawled his way to a small, rock alcove at the bottom on the ridge, his clothes were still soaked through from the storm. He grimaced as he pushed himself up against the cold stone. In front of him lay a huge open plain, there was no protection aside from the small rock formation that he now laid against.
By Alicia Hager5 years ago in Fiction
