Series
Working for H2O
Following the failure of Earth's governments to prevent the nuclear disaster that wiped out much of the planet's drinkable water, most of us had been forced into work camps. There were no deadbeat refugees, at least not in my camp. Propaganda had replaced inspiring posters and entertaining product placement. These days, if you needed to know it to survive, chances were good that it was printed on a poster, a bumper sticker for new age, horse drawn trucks, or painted on the refillable cans of clean ear were toted around. "Thirsty? Work will quench your thirst." "Need some fresh air? Ask your labor director for directions to your next work site!"
By Sarah Faith4 years ago in Fiction
Working for H2O
Working for H2O: Part II “Brenda.” She shook my hand. I recognized her from the oil field. “I was a surgical resident in 2525.” It was the relief agencies who had assigned the numerical nickname to the day the bombs went off. “Now I’m a walking medical arts building.” She smiled, an expression that was close to extinction in the work camp. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
By Sarah Faith4 years ago in Fiction
Bootleggers' Legacy
Meanwhile, back at the ranch.... Ada and Patty made their way down the leaf-strewn trail to the Simmons house. Patty had bundled up little Eli, and Ada lashed him to Patty's chest with strong strips of burlap held in place by hatpins. Patty walked ahead of Ada and Eli, brushing away the occasional spiderweb across the path.
By Dawn Harper4 years ago in Fiction
Manifestation Diaries : Ulterior Motives
Winter of my 15th year and my suffering was just beginning. I was always aiming to please because feeling rejection was too hard to stomach. An older man by a couple years was the first one I gave myself to. It was terrible and immediately I knew he was never going to call me ever again. That choice resulted in horrible bullying, started by who I thought was a dear friend. She went so far as to hack my social media and then change the passwords after. Her name? Let’s call her E-. Immediately I felt I had to please her. She thought she had the upper hand because I came to her, but like I stated before, I hold the cards. Advised by mutual friends to correct her behavior and apologize to me, she heeded the advice and things returned back. I knew she thought that by being in my good graces again, she would hear more to gossip about me as I would put my confidence in her again. E- couldn’t have been more wrong.
By Adair Sigurdson4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 2
Disclaimer: This is a story with multiple parts. You can find the previous chapter here. I yawned, opening my eyes and taking in all of the surroundings around me. Skinny, bare trees surrounded the car around us as we drove past. The trees were so bare, it was almost as if someone just hot glued a few smaller sticks to a giant stick that had already been sticking up out of the ground. My finger pressed down on the window opener to get a quick smell of the fresh air outside but quickly closed it again the second I felt the cold breeze. I groaned which caused my father to give a light chuckle in response.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Places (Part 8)
Previously in Part 7 Part 8 Danny: There's something...not right... It felt weird leaving Dawn on the road above us. She’s not one to come out of the shelter much, and certainly she’s not one to be alone anywhere. But I know her—when she needs to get something on paper or canvas, it’s so compelling to her that she is somehow able to overcome her inclination to hide away.
By Paula Shablo4 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen Citadel pt 6
FC 6 We swung into action, Freya and Elindresh firing off ranged attacks while Jonah and Minerva guarded them. Harold, Borgan and I took to the frontlines. I slashed my way through the demons Julianus summoned and he continued to laugh “Yes come cockroaches come let me squish you”. It seemed his magical shield was impenetrable, but there had to be a way. It was in that moment I remembered something very important Evandria had told me in that cave.
By Matthew Mccahey4 years ago in Fiction
