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Short Stories | After Atlanta: Ch. 2
It's almost funny. I really thought things would get better, that somehow all of this would bring us together. It didn't. The problems in our marriage didn't magically end when the gas stations closed, and the cattle ranches ran out of cattle to slaughter for even themselves.
By Elijah Aikens4 years ago in Fiction
Short Stories | After Atlanta: Ch. 1
About/Introduction: After Atlanta is a novel collection of post-apocalyptic short stories that will be improved over time. Chapters may or may not be connected to each other. Inspiration comes from cinematic stories like The Road and The Grey. Art is drawn first by me and then a story or scenario is created after to fit the imagery. In this story telling universe my on-going episodic short film, Coyote Four, is also connected. You can follow my film and video efforts on youtube at Sunkrum by Elijah.
By Elijah Aikens4 years ago in Fiction
The Sun Seeker- Part 5
The Festival of Solem was taking over the streets of Bashyr, as it would in every settlement and planet across the system. Golden banners drifted between streetposts, and the bells rang out several times a day in celebration. This all came to a culmination on the fifth day, when the light parade was to march triumphantly down the streets, and the great feast would be celebrated door to door.
By Anna Kringle4 years ago in Fiction
When the Moon is Knocked
Bethany Beach, Delaware saw a summer night that looked like a barbecue, concert and wake all at once. Fireflies dotted the air, and illuminated like tiny lanterns. Signs of life like this stood in stark contrast to what would soon happen to the desolate moon. Smells of digitized wings and ribs wafted through the air. Great vessels arose to cook the food supplements for the hungry host. Their software programs digitally downloaded the food for their minds and bodies.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
No Escape From A Black Hole
I hit the brakes as soon as I saw her, but it was too late. Her body slammed against my bumper, bounced off, then went rolling over the murram until it came to a halt a few meters in front of my car. The air in my lungs stiffened, almost like a two-hundred-pound load was sitting on my chest.
By Eve Muyanja4 years ago in Fiction
Universal Intervention
Chapter 1 Consequences We really weren’t sure what we were dealing with at the time. The council readily accepted the intervention with absolutely no pushback, hesitation or questions. As for the rest of us, the ambassadors to the council we could only heed the directives sent to the council. Even though we had questions and uncertainties, we obliged our superiors with full acknowledgement. The last intervention we were educated on was with regards to our earthly explorations of deep ocean dives. Apparently a man named Cousteau had disturbed some deep nautical inhabitants. A result of that exploration allowed us to locate new underwater dwellers, and now the underwater dwellers know of humanoid beings. As this was explained in our educational modules we were to remain inquisitive and curious but all the while we would be deflected from learning any further, at least for while. As exciting and frustrating this became we soon learned to go about our business without raising suspicions. The council too had re-aligned shortly after we did and nothing more became of deep ocean dwellers. The odd Blackwater dwellers would appear and become a new form of sea life. Nothing too exciting for us but perhaps the scientists and explorers of deep water life were, when a new worm species surfaced or eels. The Council and the rest of us in the ambassador roles moved onto another area of focus.
By Vinn Black4 years ago in Fiction
Smiles, Kittens and Giant Robot Attacks: A True Story
The streets of Puchong were quiet compared to those of Kuala Lumpur; for example, if you were to fall in the middle of the day here you would only be trampled by 20-30 people before someone stopped to let you up. This is about half the amount you would face in Kuala Lumpur. Growing up in large towns had taught Mr KenZz to understand and expect the constant hustle and bustle outside the restaurant, which is why he noticed when it abruptly stopped. A city like Puchong may have been docile compared to the much larger Kuala Lumpur or even his home town of Ipoh but the city wouldn't sleep this early in the day.
By Raymond Barber4 years ago in Fiction
Redd Door
There’s no more Google, there isn’t any more Apple, no more social media. Time itself has seemed to have disappeared. Every day appears longer than the next. Suffocating sweltering days and freezing nights. The governments have collapsed, and the world is dying. I don’t know where I was when it happened. Must have been half fried out of my mind. It appeared everything changed with in a blink of an eye. Somehow, me and my brothers survived. Our parents are missing, and we have no place else on earth to go. We’re confined to this survivor’s camp in the middle of nowhere, well, a place everyone once considered being an entrepreneurial spirited and hometown traditions community. Glendale. Surrounded by strangers, we recognized a few familiar faces from the old neighborhood, but we don’t know who they are. Before the world broke, people would argue over nonsense. Now, people argue over a warm blanket for the chilly nights and a cool drink of water for the hot and muggy long days.
By Edward Meadows4 years ago in Fiction
