Sci Fi
The Roach and the Machine
The venture of a cockroach is marred in this nuclear winter, its distance traveled dependent upon its ability to adapt over time. How it adapts is dependent upon what malicious devices nature equips it with, whether bizarre or outright frightening. One crawled over a trash can spilled out in the pathway of a junker. It was deformed and glowing, the size of a fist, walking crooked, swaying back and forth on its uncentered mass. Its shell was hard and protected its whole innards from the radiated air which dissolves matter in minutes. It made its home in ground zero, a land known as the Fire Pit.
By Jaden Fields5 years ago in Fiction
The Before
“The Before”, Doomsday Challenge, S.Hileman Iannazzo 6/26/2021 I had been sick most of the morning, nothing too out of the ordinary, fever, aches and vomiting. I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t wake up feeling this way, hell I couldn’t remember “before” at all. I’d heard some stories, of when it was safe to play outside, safe to let snowflakes land on your tongue, when sitting in the sun wasn’t painful and didn’t sear a persons skin like a roasted chicken. Except for Tom, I never knew anyone who lived in the “before”, but then I didn’t see many people. Tom was my best friend, and we’d been living in this place as far back as I could remember. Tom was quiet for a lot of the time, but I relied on him, and he on I. Tom didn’t like to talk about the “before”, and he would never tell me about the angry scars that ran down both his arms. Yet though he rarely spoke of it, but still he and I would pretend we lived in the “before”, turning on all the lights in the basement that was our home, trying to give the illusion that we were playing in tall grass, barefoot and sticky with sweat from running through fields that we constructed in our minds. We’d pretend there were other kids there, but except for the odd (and often scorched cat), who had made its way inside to get warm, we were alone. Our room, buried deep in the ground, was functional, and sterile, but devoid of any creature comforts.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo5 years ago in Fiction
Cyber
“Who controls the past controls the future,” - 1984, George Orwell. ***************************** Not that many in the society of Cyber remember such a book because the book never existed or did it. Abdul had been the one responsible for Cyber. It had been created to make a better world, but what it actually did was destroy it.
By Elizabeth Leblanc5 years ago in Fiction
A last hope!
A last hope Running fast through the winding wasteland. Juniper, Hugo, Jared and myself (Luke) are being hunted. We got to close to the spider giants nest and oh boy is he mad. Even on these horses it will be a close call getting away from it. I just as hell hope we are lucky enough to escape. You see, Juniper is pregnant with twins. Not just any twins, the first in a million years. Twins have special abilities and can make plants grow. Said to be the life bringers of the new age and beyond. So when we found out she was having twins, it was clear what had to be done. There is a small garden the only truly pure place left in this world. It’s a hidden place and only they can lead you to the eden. When the moons converge the time will be upon you and there birth as well. It is a race against time and many dangerous creatures who seek to corrupt the twin children.
By Sarah urffer5 years ago in Fiction
The Collapse
Worms, cockroaches, roots, and rats. Those are the last remaining things on this planet that can be eaten. We thought it was a myth, that it would go away on its own, that not everyone had to care and contribute. The summers got hotter and the winters became more like spring. The rain stopped falling and the arctic ice melted, flooding Florida and other coastal states. Then the droughts hit as the planet heated up more, whole lakes evaporated and eventually the oceans, leaving nothing but salt and sand. The only freshwater left to drink lay deep beneath the surface. -Diary entry 15 | 6/30/22 | Nico Ashline
By Lyle Alexander Artain5 years ago in Fiction
The Small Promise
The grass was already starting to turn. In the 4 days since the spill, the lush green was becoming a sickly brown. Unlike the brown of a crisp blade fried in the summer sun, which Cherry had seen before, this brown was warped. Everything had changed so quickly.
By Kinslee Sikes5 years ago in Fiction
DARK HEART: FUTURE IMPERFECT
I walk down your streets with my acid-proof trench-coat, gloves and broad-brimmed hat; the only protection against the burning rain that falls from the skies. No matter how many times anyone told you to do something about the state of this city, you decided to do nothing but hide away in your safe little homes.
By Travis Berketa5 years ago in Fiction
