Sci Fi
St. John's Blessings
This would be the last constitutional for this city. Many of the humans have moved on. They cried at his feet, these last humans of the world. They clutched onto his arms as if he would offer salvation, and that was just what Saint John was put on this planet to do. He remembered nearly nothing of the old world, only that people of this new world of fire and destruction were dwindling down to nothing from no fault of their own, and he proved to be one of the few, few, few people with the ability to save him.
By Zserilyn Finney 5 years ago in Fiction
Survivor
She looked out over the carnage of the scorched earth, the smell of blood and death lingered in the stagnant air. A lone warrior survivor from her city, clutched her heart-shaped locket tightly in her hand with a vice-like grip. The only remnant she had left of her family, as everything else had been obliterated in the carnage.
By Karen Quinn5 years ago in Fiction
Earth Restored
Belle opened a can of succotash while sitting in an abandoned house outside of the nearest city. It expired in 2033, but it had been six days since she’d eaten anything more than berries she had foraged yesterday. Food was scarce in 2048, mostly consumed or looted. Settling down to grow food wasn’t an option as being on the move was the only way to survive without joining a culling. Animals were no longer safe to eat, so hunting was off the table. To eat, you either join a culling or keep moving and live off what you can find either growing wild on the land or in some hidden un-looted gem. Those gems were almost non-existent the last three years. It had been 14 years since it all began.
By Mary Sajfar5 years ago in Fiction
Fimbulwinter
“Brother it is time to go.” Jor said with his eyes out the window. Thunder rolls in the distance, getting louder with each crack. A young man sits opposite Jor, his attention affixed to the bloody sword in his hand, and the dead body at his feet. His ears are ringing, breath heavy and visible. The man says, “He was just trying to survive…and…I killed him.” Jor’s voice falters in response, “Fen….”
By Christian Montero5 years ago in Fiction
Luster
I’ve seen it before. Jordan never took it off. I’ve just never been made to feel afraid from seeing it. I always thought it’s silvery glow was like a small beam of sun light powering my universe. A ray of hope. Besides Jordan’s presence, the silver Heart shaped locket was something that always gave me reason to move. Right now, though, it is the most frightening thing I have ever seen. The red gloss that was applied to it somehow transformed Jordan’s symbol from a piece of hope to a despairingly grim spike of panic and loss.
By Steven Wallace5 years ago in Fiction
Emerge
Anna sat quietly in her dark bedroom, the only light coming from the door that was slightly ajar. Having lived the vast majority of her life underground, she was used to darkness, and found it more comfortable than artificial light. Anna was now sixty years old, and had retreated into the safety of the bunker with her mother when she was seven. She was lost in thought.
By Jade Behnsen5 years ago in Fiction
The Earth is a Jewel Box
He was angry. He was faced with his raging jealousy again. His wife often spoke to this other man with great laughter and joy. She seemed too happy around him. Maybe he was imagining it. Maybe he was too in love and it was making him crazy over nothing. But, this was a common occurrence. And he was tired of it. He felt like he couldn’t deal with it anymore and he had this strong feeling of just running. Running as far as he could in an exasperated rage.
By Kay Dunton5 years ago in Fiction
