Sci Fi
The Carriers
Matias I grew up in a little suburb not far from Chicago. As a young boy, I remember being fast asleep in my bed, when the blast of a nearby train horn would startle me awake. The roar of the engines caused me many sleepless nights. Until one day, they didn’t. It’s amazing how we become so accustomed to sounds, to sights, to smells. We learn, we adapt, we anticipate. I feel the same way about the screams. For the longest time, the screams would wake me, in a cold-sweated panic. My hands would shake, I could feel my stomach twist. “Where am I?!” “Who are you?!” “Help me!” But it was the blood-curdling screams that would haunt my soul. The pain in them; the fear. Until one day, just like when I was a boy, they didn’t. Now a new arrival feels more like a fly buzzing around your head at night. It forces you to open your eyes, but is just a minor inconvenience until you drift back to sleep. I must admit, in my own fucked up way, I miss it. I miss feeling human, feeling something. Now I sit here, in my small, padded box, cut-off from what is left of the world, and I am numb. My only human contact is from the men in white lab coats that stick me with needles, and yet, I don’t even feel that anymore.
By David Dausch5 years ago in Fiction
Genesis AI
Genesis A. I. By Emmanuel Ervin I remember when the sky was dark, and nothing existed. I remember the sound of nothingness and how the order of existence came into being. When the oceans were commanded to become separate and how he ordered one body of water to remain on the earth below and another in the heavens above. I was there when he formed great whales and fishes of the sea. I was there when every green thing was formed upon the earth and every animal was called into existence. But of all his most beautiful creation there was one unique, unlike any other, Men.
By Emmanuel I Ervin5 years ago in Fiction
Sterben within the Shadows
January 3rd, the fall of civilization, and the day I lost those whom I cared the most. My name is Edward Thorne, 18 years old, and I'm among the last beacons of hope to end this nightmare, now I know you are probably confused, how did this happen; well let me explain what happened 3 months ago...
By Miguel Trejo Acosta5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Shaped Locket
I squinted against the harsh ray of sunlight, streaming through the ragged tan cloth that I had hanging over the dirty glass windows. I rolled to my side and the old mattress that I was using for a brief night's sleep crinkled and groaned. The concrete floor beneath was cold and hard, it scraped against my knees as I pulled myself back to my feet. I was sore in a way that penetrated far beyond a normal ache. It penetrated even beyond the physical man, as an ache that affects and even disintegrates the soul like a corrosive acid. I panicked at first as I groped through my clothes for the only driving force that kept me going. I found it and breathed easily again. I pulled a heart shaped locket from my side pants pocket and turned it over in my hand. It was a faded gold locket with a barely functional clasp on its side. On the inside was an old photo, even more faded and curled slightly at its sides. It was of a beautiful woman, maybe mid-thirties, same as me, with dark hair and a flawless smile. I didn't know her, any more than I knew myself, nor did I know where to find her. Yet, I knew in some way that I had to find her. She had become, in ways that I was not quite able to fully comprehend, my reason for living.
By Thomas Headley5 years ago in Fiction
Nothing Ever Really Belongs to You.
The sun was a fading blood-hole above the city of the dead and half-living. The hunch-shouldered did not grunt as they slaved, though spittle gathered at the corners of forever-thirsty mouths. The furnaces they fed shot flames high into the grey sky. Nothing howled or moaned but pain dominated. Exhausted bones moved with emaciated muscle.
By Heath Hardin5 years ago in Fiction
Heart's Treasure Lost
“When I was young, the world expected Armageddon with bated breath. It became a culture, a form of entertainment. We expected bombs, wars, plagues, earthquakes, alien invasion, or some other form of total destruction from one day to the next. We were so focused on fearing the apocalyptic destruction of the world, we never noticed that Armageddon came like a thief in the night, sneaking away with the world as we knew it, one piece at a time. The world had been coming to an end for years and no one noticed until it was too late…”
By Carrie Forthman5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Of The Storm
1- Disaster The year is 5400 AD. Earth has suffered tremendously throughout the years. 3380 years ago, Pollution from our past generations caused the atmosphere to become weak. Sulfuric Acid rain began to dump on our lands and melted everything that we created. Buildings, vehicles, and all other creations made by humans.
By Samuel Fure5 years ago in Fiction
Zombie
Threegood wears a small, heart-shaped locket instead of a tie with his three piece suit. I’ve never asked him about it, because it’s not my place to ask too many questions. I don’t ask him about his name either, but for a different reason. See, my own name – that’s Prophet – my own name is also strange, and I don’t know how I got it. I’ve just always had it. What if I asked Threegood about his name, and he didn’t know either? I don’t want him to feel stupid like I am.
By Paul Harrison5 years ago in Fiction
