Sci Fi
Survival
What little exposed skin I have chafes from the stinging winds, moving clouds of dust through the silhouettes of wreckage in the distance. I've been searching for weeks, trying to find supplies. I know I'm not alone. I can see the orange lit sky between the gusts. I can almost smell the pollution of death and chemicals. Thankfully, for the most part, my apparatus protects me from the harsh air. I hold onto the handles of my bike, praying it holds on til I find some fuel. People would call me crazy years ago, bragging about their electric models. With so many powerlines down, I guess I'm the one laughing now. The sky clears for a moment, giving way to what remains of what I assume was a small town. I've not been here before, but days and scenes escape me. It's been a lifetime ago, and I try like hell to remember little markers, to keep my mind in check. For no matter how hard I try, this weather pulls you in all directions, sometimes back to where you've already been.
By Nick Walker5 years ago in Fiction
Shedding
The vaporous clouds of Nereynis suggested some celestial smithy where work was done for the day. It was as if the sun had downed his hammer, and the agitations he beat out relentlessly through the labouring hours were ceased. A soaring ephemeral skyscape which once undulated and fumed suddenly held at an all but total still, save for the gradual cooling by which its last tints of brilliant gold assumed those more substantial bronze and copper hues which had already taken possession of the depths. Even in a heavenly forge however, light and heat were visitors of markedly different conduct, one favouring the fast flit while the other made no hurry to depart. Long after colour had forsaken the firmament, Nereynis nights stayed sultry.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
In light we Trust
The thing I miss most is the sun. I remember always hiding from it now. I would give anything just to bask in it's glory for a moment. The light here is much too white. Not warm and yellow, just sterile. I've been staring at how it reflects off a desk a few seats down from mine. In the corner of my eye, I caught a gleam of light. While my mind was encapsulated by it, I was reminded of the great fish that live miles below in the oceans and how they lure prey with the light they create.
By Brittney Harris5 years ago in Fiction
Day One
It only took one day. The world was in shambles, and showed us just how barely pieced together it all really was. What was once thought as the strongest bonds, left as careless whispers in the wind. For some, the world seemed routine, almost quiet in comparison to the direction things went. The 9-5 bustle of wake up, shower, eat, work, eat, work, eat, sleep and repeat. For most people this was their life, but no longer. One day after, no one had a regular place of work anymore, or routine. All financial institutions, hospitals, news networks and military resources were all either obliterated, ransacked, or operating rogue. Humanity was all on their own, without a clue how to mend it all. As always, humanity reacted to diversity as one would expect, with fierce opposition. It must have been a mistake, or lapse of judgement that someone allowed this to happen. Humanity has never even treated themselves kindly, let alone other species.
By Aaron Mullet5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of the Tower
Galia entered the tower with shaking steps. Half-irons prowled outside, unaware of her presence. Their azure eyes cast eerie glows across the moonless night of the broken city. Their once human bodies making strange creaking noises in the dark as they watched for anyone who dared step foot near The Tower.
By Wyatt Trueb5 years ago in Fiction
CorTina's Apocalypse
Frank's eyes slowly tracked the rising plumes of turgid black smoke with a grim expression on his exhausted face. He had found himself an unmarred view of Broadway Avenue from the fifth floor of an old brick tenement. The shattered cityscape that had once been a bustling lower Manhattan slowly darkening into an artificial night before him.
By Nick Lehner5 years ago in Fiction
Unbelievable Discovery
“Jaden we cannot do this. Leaving the ship is prohibited. We will be shipped back.” Eric warned her. “I am doing it now and you can come or stay. Did you take care of the alarm on the door?” She wanted to make sure that was done. Out the door they went.
By Frances Smith5 years ago in Fiction
