Sci Fi
Benevolence
The light streaming in through the filtered windows was warm and artificial. It had been set to mimic a lazy winter afternoon from the Tropic Sector and the sterile white walls of the waiting room were awash in a soft golden glow. The light danced across her skin, casting shadows across the polished marble flow, and Ayana felt like she was on fire.
By Malvika Nair5 years ago in Fiction
prelude 2077
prelude 2077 She breathed heavy in her helmet, pulse rifle raised, edging slowly along the perimeter of the Frenzy Field. Even in the coldsuit, she found herself sweating. She had trained to jockey alarm and calm, but had gotten used to the relative quiet of seclusion and was truly startled into panic when the alert went off. Her movements were jerky with atrophied nerves as her eyes darting, scanned the field. She cleared the back perimeter. It was difficult to see during dusk. It was the only time sunlight slipped under the dense canopy of the fallout cloud and refracted off the crystalline debris in the air, creating a granular shimmering of bright orange flecks against a haze of burnt tangerine smog. The display in her helmet made this look yellowish green, but still difficult to see, and worse as her nervous sweat was dripping into her eyes. She winced and shook her head as she rounded the second joint of the field, crouching in her movements. If the Frenzy Field had caught RT units, they’d only be down long enough for their systems to reboot -not long. She continued cautiously along the front ridge and found herself glad that she didn’t have her dog anymore. She caught herself missing him when she sharply flinched, bursting a shriek. Her finger nearly squeezed. A feint light was glowing on the ground, just inside the perimeter and she was immediately angry with herself for losing focus even for the smallest of a moment.
By colton brown5 years ago in Fiction
A Re-Beginning...
I can hardly believe it's been a year already... The dust has finally started to completely settle and we've been able to take more trips to the outside. For this I am extremely thankful! I don't believe I could've taken one more straight week inside that miserable void of an encampment in the cave. Even though it's massive, the depth in which it resides, makes it feel like a coffin. At times it's so quiet, you can literally hear your heart beating and echoing off of the walls. This, is very weird considering there's over 500 of us in there.
By Michael Webb5 years ago in Fiction
Bend #17
There are very little things us humans understand about the universe. We have this habit of believing we are capable of processing the wondrous mysteries of our infinite universe. We merely rely on educated guesses and made-up nomenclatures to explain all those things that draw our attention.
By Maria Claudia Garcia5 years ago in Fiction
The Lady of the Locket
7/4/2056 July 4, 2056 This used to be a day filled with barbeques, fireworks, and celebration. Trigger and I haven’t eaten in days. He keeps his bellyaching to a minimum though, such a good dog. I can tell he’s hungry, but his tail never stops wagging. I wish we could find some meat…not even for me, but for him - I can last a bit longer. It’s been getting harder and harder to find game, or any food for that matter. The world is not the same since The Hit, nothing works like it used to - except guns, really. I found an old vending machine yesterday and I hoped more than anything to find a bite for us - some chips, a candy bar, just something - but everything edible had been taken out of it ages ago. It wasn't completely empty though.
By Matthew Stanley 5 years ago in Fiction
Flowers In The Wreckage
One-hundred and twenty-two days ago we left Earth crumbling. Something had risen from its core; something organic, yet filled with malice, as its roots ripped through the ground--collapsing bustling cities and quaint forests alike. Small... flowers emerged from the thick vines, both beautiful and deadly as their spores released a glittering red toxin designed to suffocate anything that came near. After a long year attempting to battle the anomalous foe, only never to avail, we decided it was time.
By A. Leigh M.5 years ago in Fiction
