Series
The Board of Directors
SPrologue Prologue Sometimes I wonder if what we are doing is right. The BOD says it is for research purposes, does not even sound right to me. Everyone is scared to speak up; they have been "canceling" anyone who shows hard evidence we should not be doing this. It is not a proven fact that they have been getting rid of loose ends, but, conveniently, anyone who calls them out on the matter is either labeled unfit to serve or go missing.
By Dontayvious Deofils5 years ago in Fiction
Bloodstained Lily
Chapter 1 - Pilot *April, 2027* Emptiness - the once bustling main road that lead south of the city centre had become a mirror image of a ghost town, no life left. Only death and silence - not the peaceful sort, but rather the kind of silence that almost leaves you gasping for air. A silence so petrifying that one small exhale could become the difference between life and loss.
By Claire Gailer5 years ago in Fiction
Matthias Scott - Air Pirate
MCMXXXI-II-XI Ten Years Ago The Captain of CA-01, Carsten Jakob Schultz, was tall and lean. A military man since the age of eighteen, his family had been part of the Europan Republic's armed forces for nearly as long as the Republic had intended to dominate the world. Countless wars had come and gone, and through them all, to the final result of a unified world, the Schultz line had remained unshakably loyal to the Republic and its goals. Now in command of the first ship of her class, Albatross, a new design of Capital Airship, the man had attained what might as well have been a straight shot to becoming an Admiral.
By Bastian Falkenrath5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 22
I drive out of Banff and back into the national park. If the circumstances were any different, I would love this drive. The road is empty and the surroundings are beautiful. Stretches of forest, covered in snow, surrounded by frosted mountain peaks. But, I can’t think about any of that. All that I can think about is that somewhere, possibly in this snow-covered scenery, is my baby.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
Chrome Xanadu #27: John's Descent/ Rebirth
Preface: He only wanted to find that mental place again, years and years built up of effort wasted a newly realized phobia. In this futuristic dystopia, only the rules of where the atmosphere spread from could attone for collapsing metal behemoths juxtaposed with overgrown grass and scattered remnants of artifacts. The desolate landscape resembled a meat locker of chrome. Sentimental keepsakes are illegal. The year is 2023.
By Ryan barton5 years ago in Fiction
Misshapen Heart
April 20th, 2025 I don't know why I've always felt that my locket, though still so precious to me, is misshapen. After all, for it even to exist in this world is miraculous. It alone brings me comfort, after having missed out on heaven completely. I still can't believe all that's happened, and especially that Jason was right about so much of it. Now he's dead, and the city's gone; damn this life!
By Taktis of Peace5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #13 Fallen into a Dark and Musty Tunnel!
Panic is raising in your voice, "Jordan! Where the hell are you!" "Stop freaking out already! I’m right here behind you. I don’t have a clue where we are. It kind of looks like a tunnel don’t you think.” Jordan grabs her flashlight, turns it on and starts walking. “It does, doesn’t it. Let’s go check it out.”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
The Next Death
I stare out of the window, watching the black-coated world fly by. In the window, I could see my reflection. My bright hazel eyes, freckled nose and cheeks, short, wavy black hair, high cheekbones, and well-defined facial features that all had a ghostly appearance in the reflection.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
Book Of Ancestors
Today would have been my grandmother's birthday. It has been a year since she passed away and a year since this journey began. I always remember her on her birthday. I remember how frail she was, and how strongly she loved me. I also remember the stories she used to tell me. Grandma would always start her stories by saying “This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but with a whimper” she claimed these were famous words by a man named T.S Eliot but I never understood how she knew these words. After saying these words she would start to tell me stories of the world being overpopulated, cities booming and packed with life and how slowly and quietly the world lost all of its knowledge. She would talk about buying food in large market buildings. This is how I knew she was getting senile, I had been down to those markets and there was never food there only death waiting in the shadows of those tall buildings. The world she talked about only lived in her imagination or at least I thought so until today.
By Jason Dilan5 years ago in Fiction
