Sci Fi
Mushroom clouds and Heart-shaped lockets?
Dust and dirt. As far as the eye can see, just dust and dirt. No one was prepared for the world war that the U.S. had caused. We were targeted because of bigotry and the petty squabbles we were having with ourselves. We may have been ready to allow everyone to be as they wanted but all the religious countries saw was weakness. Our allies or who we thought were allies abandoned us.
By Crystal Dawn Lesher5 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow of Avalon
Night drew closer as the sun began its descent to meet the horizon. The clouds cherished the warmth like the embrace of a lover, allowing the deep orange light to illuminate them with a beautiful centre of fire. It was nice to watch from any of the decks that afforded a view but 23968 (or Tu for short) always preferred to watch from the highest point in the city. Sure it was also home to a sprawling network of satellites and antenna but if you knew where to sit, you wouldn't get prodded too much. For someone who felt trapped in a manmade heaven, the open air and the sky was the true Nirvana.
By Michael Coffey5 years ago in Fiction
Just a day
• If you've ever had one of those days that just couldn't get any worse this Is one of those stories. It starts out in a dingy little town in Colorado where everybody knows everybody there's nothing to do and boredoms inescapable. The person having that worst day ever is named David. David is a young man average everything; high, weight, and intellect. He doesn't have a lot going for him which is pretty much par for the course in this town. Having just had one of those days he's on his way home from school which his mom forgot to pack him lunch for, pick him up from. Beyond all that he was belittled in front of the whole school at a pep assembly for cheering At a non 'cheerible' moment. All the way walking home that's all he could do was go over his day Thinking of everything that went wrong the time he tripped in front of his crush, The guys that laughed out at him after he did, and falling up the stairs trying to get to second period. Not to mention the previously mentioned 'what he saw as atrocities' happenings of the day. Falling deeper and deeper into his own thought process something finally breaks him out of it. A flittering glint in his eye draws all his attention away from the horrible day. He walks over to see what it was that so abruptly pulled him out of his self loathing. What he found would end up changing his life and in so changing the world around him. It was A locket round in shape with the tree half of it dead half of it living. It had a small simple note inside that said wish for what you want to change give it a picture to give it a name. Finding it more curious than ominous in his current state of mind. He threw it in his pocket and continued his walk home. For the rest of the walk home that's all they could think about is what he would want to change. If it was the things that happened at school today the issues with his mother or, if he should think of something bigger think outside of himself. By the time he got home he decided what he wanted to change.So he cut a picture out of a magazine of the planet, and decided that if he could change something that's what needed at most. That would help everybody including himself. So upon doing that he started to visualize what he wanted to change. Things like global warming, hunger, war and societal standards both monetary and social. Instantly his bad day had melted away like it never happened also he felt it would never again after what he wished for. He went about the rest of his day-and-night has normal. Not even thinking of his bad day or the wish that he had made. As is tradition he and His mother watched the news with over breakfast. As traditionhe and his mother watchedthenewsoverbreakfast. All the reports had to do with all of his wishes that at this point he didn't even really remember wishing. Not just that but he wasn't the only one that wouldn't remember. It was as if there was a global mandela effect. So David went on about his day. He had a great day at school with all his friends. Just a normal day, only everybody was a little bit happier. Everything just seemed to be perfect. Little did David know that the magic that was held in that locket 'just like a locket' had two sides, as depicted as the tree that was half dead half bloomed. He would soon find out, as at that very moment his mother was entering his room to get his laundry and tidy up a little bit. David being a little bit messy, this happened often. After his mother was done she went down to the laundry room and filled the machine with all of his clothes.Not knowing the locket was in the pair of jeans he had worn yesterday. She started the machine and walked away. As the washing machine went through its cycles and inadvertently had opened the locket and washed the picture away, with it the dreams and beautiful things that he that David had wished for the world. And with his wishes being washed away so were the changes of the day. Except for one little thing one little design flaw in the lockets nature as seen on the image of the front with the tree. At the bottom of the tree there laid a single bloom or atleast the remnants of one, as it seemed to be shriveled. As the whole world 'over a short period mere monthths' returned right back to where it had started before his wishes. A type of panic ensued along with it' one like never seen before. The world changing so fast and all of our mistakes returned. The world was doomed.
By David Donadio 5 years ago in Fiction
“Came Back Like a Slow Voice on a Wave of Phase”
“Came Back Like a Slow Voice on a Wave of Phase” Celestial Date: RL.8-25.32 ENTRY 153,867.159 We have been traveling through the vastness of this unknown space for who knows how long now. All I know is that out of the 1.2 million of us that boarded this vessels in hopes of finding a habitable place for us to start anew, fewer than 100,000 of us remain. We were all forced to abandon our home planet out of necessity, our resources were depleted, our planet was overheating, nothing would grow, and the storms...the storms had become unbearable. Sometimes they would go on for months on end. We knew our time was up there so we came to the conclusion that we needed to look for a new planet.
By Brent Harris5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Of It All
It seemed a good idea at the time- to determine how long we actually had -and when all the greatest scientists, politicians, lawyers and religions from all over the planet came to a unanimous decision to do something about the end of the world for the first time in any planets death, it did spark a primal hope that was easy to get behind.
By Talyn Hohneke5 years ago in Fiction
Perfect Irony
A cracked echo of what the world used to be. Chaos reigns. Anarchy rages. If you manage to survive the rubble and savagery, you only have so long until the Delegates find you. An overpowering, totalitarian force cleansing its way through any remains of sanity. Any impurity or imperfection is eviscerated from the remains of Earth’s feeble surface. The few survivors are the strongest and the most valuable. They travel through the night, clinging on to the last scraps of humanity they have left. Fossil fuels were always temporary, but no one listened. Nothing was left, and society was starving and vulnerable to attack, that’s exactly what happened. God’s cruel hand smote down upon the people of Earth and left them with no way to get back up again. The Delegates only enforced the word of the divine tyrant, but there was no turning back now. Some try to save the remnants, but they’re barely worth saving anymore.
By Fraser Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
Trees Swallowed the World
Grandma dreamed the trees would swallow her, so she slept in the attic. That’s what we called it, Grandma’s room. It was a metal box, caught up in the middle of the canopy, caged in by twisting branches. It used to be a mobile lab, a long time ago, before the Growing. We could tell because there were still a handful of beakers and test tubes that hadn’t broken. We just used them as cups.
By Umbrella Jack5 years ago in Fiction
To See The Sun
The perpetual darkness knew no end as the withering willows passed by in hazy blurs. Beautiful unending black that swallowed the features of the surrounding area, there was no way to tell in what direction lied solace. For there was no guide, nor help to be given. Boots hit the ground with misguided steps, each turn was met with the sounds of pain or discomfort as they tried to run deeper and deeper into the shadows. Slowly, the steps began to dissipate and before long they turned into a lumbering trudge through the grimy umbral wasteland.
By Micah Newsome5 years ago in Fiction
Cherry Blossoms
Ash lined the sidewalk like snow. Cass could remember a time when there was snow. It had been cold and clean and fluttered in the wind, caught on eyelashes and the branches of the trees that lined the driveway. After the snow had been the thaw, where rivulets of clean, cold water had formed snaking lines down the grass like a tree’s roots when it was pulled up, exposing the dark earth clumped into them. After the thaw came spring, the cherry blossoms would bloom down the lane. When the blossoms detached, blowing in the wind to coat the ground like the snow had in piles and drifts down the lane, Cass had always known that’s when it would be time to leave.
By Tessa Miskovsky5 years ago in Fiction
Emergence
I had heard about the Wars. That they were the reason so many people were starving, and the world was burning. This was not my experience though. I had lived my entire life inside the military base where my parents served as high-ranking members of the Global Military echelon. My friends and I were insulated from the world outside, with everything provided for us...food, water, housing, even a Commons where we could play and spend time together. What very little we heard about the outside world as it exists now was easily akin to a scary story told for the thrill and novelty of it. That was, until today. Today, I was ripped from that comfortable chrysalis into the horrible reality of the world outside.
By Rachel Taylor5 years ago in Fiction
The Genius
Martin trundled the old Transit van through the township. There was a rattle above him as the boots of some poor decrepit corpses hung across the street, bounced along the roof of the cabin. He stuck his head out of the window and caught sight of the familiar crest of the Luddi People’s Republic. Martin tutted loudly, and shaking his head pontificated to no-one, “Well, that’s what you get…seceding from the web. What a bunch of cunts.” He spat a great globule of oily spittle out of the window, hacking afterwards, the remnants of the ant mother burrito still churning around his mouth since lunch, soaking into his beard. He wiped his face, rubbing his hand on the leather tactical waistcoat.
By Jonathan Heath5 years ago in Fiction
