Sci Fi
Heart and Logic
A tremor through my spine, it’s almost harvest time. Twice a day, every day since I was 7 years old…. The abysmal cloud hung softly over her shoulders. I watched her eyes sit glazed and unmoving. The dense fog flashed with black, violet, and a bloody red as its luminescence wretchedly wound about her wrists and injected into her veins. The locket hung limp around her neck as I sat uselessly in horror. I knew at that point I would have to carry it beyond without her. The colors in her veins had reached the whites of her eyes and the rainbow of tears seeped down her pallid cheeks. Her body finally fell to the ground, her soul pulled into the cloud becoming one with the whole in a most unnatural order.
By Jessie Foley5 years ago in Fiction
Life Is Worth More
A nuclear fallout befell the world. In the beginning, before the bombs went off. Our world leaders tried to calm the public down. Saying “Everything will be alright, we shall not succumb to a 3rd World War ''. But the world did succumb to it. We are selfish and greedy beings. Nobody cared about each other. They only did things to help themselves, they had no empathy for others.
By Stephanie Daniel5 years ago in Fiction
Programming
“Warning: ALERT. ALERT. PROXIMITY TO MINEFIELD IS 20 METRES.” The figures moving through the sand-stricken village stop. A man covered in a multi-layered outfit of white and brown, with a helmet that covers his eyes and ears, turns to look at the other figure. He removes the scarf that covers his mouth.
By Alejandro Melgar5 years ago in Fiction
OUR WORLD
DOOMSDAY Essay OUR WORLD He opened his eyes slowly. It was hard to tell day or night anymore. The quiver of grey light forcing itself through the small rain hole above him is all he could count on as an alarm. The cold thick air violated his living space. Five shelves stored his freeze -dried meals, his means of survival. The old farm sink in the corner held two urns of drinking water. The faucet would run cool water for what could be an hour every day, he wasn’t sure but it was enough to freshen up the last 4 days. The toilet thankfully was screened off. Every time he used it he was wondering where it went. It wasn’t that important any way. How he made it and survived, he still couldn’t clearly remember. All he wanted to remember was being at school with his friends, having fun like a normal twelve year old should be doing. His Mom. He could smell her still, every time he woke up, even when he slept. His dreams were sometimes so real and pleasant. They were all he had left of his memories. The trips to grandma’s in the summertime at the coast. The beaches, being out on the water and the salty spray on his face, the taste of the ocean on his lips. The beautiful warm rays of sunlight sweeping his skin. He missed it, he missed her, so much. When he was younger and would complain about being out on the boat for hours. “Its too hot, can we go in now?” The way she would always place her hands on either cheek, look into his eyes and say, “ Lets enjoy what we have today, all the beautiful sunshine, cool air. We’ll go in soon sweetie” The heart shaped locket would swing into his chin when she kissed his cheek. She always wore it.
By Donna Seymour5 years ago in Fiction
Survivors
I didn’t expect the stink. We wade through ankle length muck. Mum makes us keep our shoes on, even though we’ll need to scrub them in the creek later, and they’ll take forever to dry, and it’ll mean going barefoot for a few days while they do. And then they’ll probably reek forever of rot and waste and goo.
By Heather Ewings5 years ago in Fiction
The Aftermath
"Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me..." Reeve couldn't help the small smile behind the filtration mask she wore. The mask and the headphones—combined into one amalgam of pure tech and tomfoolery—brought her some sense of relief as she traveled on foot through the scavenging site. Really, it was just the dumping ground for all the materials that were deemed hazardous or useless after clean-up of Site Zero.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
Aged
"How did it come to this?" His lip quivered as he held the weapon over the young woman's body. Guilt pierced through him like a gust of winter wind. He studied the new corpse with pain, but he felt that he owed it to her to at least look. He could pay her that much respect, this unfortunate stranger. Blonde, acne-stricken, thin. Just skin and bone, really. Maybe she was hungry, out looking for food at the wrong place and the wrong time. She shouldn't have been out by herself. One thing that stuck out to him, one thing that was a rarity now a days, was her necklace. It was a heart-shaped locket, probably contained a picture of her family or something. He wondered how she had held on to that for so long, people would kill for real silver like that. He wouldn't. He would let her keep the locket close to her heart, perhaps it would do her some good by escorting her to the afterlife. He liked to think that he would be pleasantly escorted to Heaven (which, coincidentally, looked very much like Florida in his mind) when he passed on.
By Samantha Crites5 years ago in Fiction
Calamity
‘Sit rep. I repeat – sit rep.’ The light sliver she held tightly glowed blue and then disappeared. Litten pounded the ground in frustration – her only link to the outside world was gone. She lay in a shallow depression gazing at the roiling dust clouds forming above her. Not good. Winking her left eye to engage her neural enhancement – all she got was a blur. Her own eyes would have to do. Not much to see in a hole – she needed to break cover to see if the DPIWE had returned for her.
By Heather Hankinson 5 years ago in Fiction
