Short Story
The Reckoning
Is this life? I thought to my self as i stood there holding my weapon across another females face defending the last known piece of bread to mankind. She reminded me of myself honestly, roughly almost 16 years of age, jet black hair with hazel eyes. We could have been related if someone random bumped into us in the street. But that didn’t matter what mattered at this moment was that i needed to make a name for myself. If some random girl can steal my food the other people out here may get the idea to try and do the same. “Let go of the bread and you can keep your life” ““this is a post apocalypse where everything around us is dirt and we are almost to the stage of cannibalism do as you please, not much to live for anyway.”” she had a point and now I’m in an even worse position in taking control of the situation. All eyes are on us now as she utters “kill me if you please” as i held the pocket knife more firm against her neck i took a chance to think.. this is what started where we are today. The control for power has drove everyone insane and made them turn on each other. “We can share it, it’s not much but both of us will get a portion and peace can be maintained “ in that moment everyone around us seemed more shocked i offered to share instead of just kill her. It’s like they were hoping for an exciting fight scene. “Fine” she said as she rolled her eyes.. for some reason i enjoyed her random yet slightly aggressive attitude. I handed over the bread and started to walk away. Little did i know i had a new associate right behind me. ““So what’s your name?”” The random girl asked. “Maia” i responded. ““That’s interesting what does it stand for? And my name is Sarai. I’m not sure if my name has much meaning.”” “My name originates from the meaning brave warrior.” “”Wow is that how you know how to fight so well?””
By Tati Andrews5 years ago in Fiction
And then they woke up
The girl was huddled by the fire, cradling a can of soup she had taken from the old store on the corner. Stars were appearing in the sky as the sun hid from the day that had been and darkness settled over the street, sealing in the cold and dolor that had taken over the girl’s bones. Her patrol to the neighbouring suburbs had proven to be less fruitful than she had hoped. It had been three months since everyone left, and the girl had been working tirelessly since then to find answers.
By jaime elizabeth5 years ago in Fiction
The Hearts Call-Chapter 3
Winds whipped loose dirt and ash around outside of a cave as Lizzy tossed and turned in her sleeping bag. Her face was dirty from days of being on the run without finding anywhere to get more water or clean up. A howl in the distance stirred her, causing her to open her eyes and look around. This was the hardest part of the day since the crash, waking up to find it was all real. It reminded her that her grandfather was gone, much like her father. If she couldn't find a way out of the hot zone and back to San Diego, Lizzy was all alone.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Locket
The Golden Locket by Jeff Naparstek The timing was impeccable. The year was Twenty-Two Fifty Six. The Third Great Depression in less than three hundred years had devastated the economy. The government offered to "help" families with their financial struggle. The price of gold had plummeted to forty-two dollars an ounce. The Senate approved a stabilizing cap of one hundred dollars an ounce for anything purer than eighteen karats.
By Jeff Naparstek5 years ago in Fiction
Where You Go, I Go
As Temperance walked down the path she kept an eye out for any signs regarding the safety zone. She had been alone for nearly two weeks, making her way through what once was the bustling city of Cleveland, Ohio. Though, buildings remained and remnants of homes still stood, the setting was an eerie silence. She had not seen any other survivors since the last air raid. She grasped the heart shaped locket that hung heavy around her neck.
By Samantha Highben5 years ago in Fiction
THE SEA-HEART
From the Diary of Princess Mercia… We are Aquatitans; Aquarius is our home. The land of this Sixth Earth is a scorched plain by a burning sun; or an arctic demise due to a devastating winter. The skies are alight with electricity or smog; and are prone to hunting forces. The sky and land of Sixth Earth have constantly given themselves away to war. None can exist on Sixth Earth by day during ¾ of the year; or night OR day during the Tundra. Land dwellers have been driven underground and only technology, and an insatiable appetite for conquest, can continue to save the dwellers of the sky. Aquarius is our safe harbor and the only haven that Sixth Earth has left. In our strength, we Aquatitans keep it that way; and in our wisdom, we do not use our strength to intercede in affairs beyond our own. Sixth Earth’s demise was due to former generations; and THESE Earth-dwellers would live beneath the ground rather than clean up what is around them. As for the Skylanders, they are bitter, cold, and would not advance a conflict if they were not surrounded in the technology to make it worthwhile. Our place is in the sea; my father has always told me so. To even enter a scorching Earth could lead to great sickness for me; or lead to a misunderstanding that my walking the land would mean that my people have chosen a side. If I had listened with a diplomat’s brain and not my youthful heart, I would not have lost the Aquatitans’ Heart, our greatest treasure; and a presumed token of alliance should it be returned…
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
a memory of when
It’s high noon. He awakens in a fit of mucus-filled coughs. Old bones vibrate beneath skin stretched taut as rawhide. A mind weary from two and seventy trips around the sun slowly sputters to life. The air is tart, puckered. Heat peeks through the walls, no structure insufficiently membranous to keep it at bay.
By Alex Bragan5 years ago in Fiction
Still A Survivor
Tony’s head lolled to the left. He could feel bruises already starting to form on his right cheek. A familiar coppery taste started in his mouth. He hated the taste of his own blood; however, at this exact moment he was glad to taste it. It meant that he was still conscious, despite the best efforts of his captors. He wanted to raise his head to look at his attacker but the receptors in his neck muscles weren’t answering the calls to perform that function. He fidgeted a little, testing just how trapped he was by the ropes. Tony was a lot of things, but right now he needed to be a survivor.
By Steve Reynolds5 years ago in Fiction
The World Ended With Her Last Breath
As he sat in the driver's seat of his pickup, Jeff took slow shallow breaths. His eyes struggled to focus as he stared at the empty passenger seat. He would never see Pam’s beautiful smile radiating from that spot ever again. He would no longer hear her nag about his fast driving or the way he would tailgate slow drivers just before he changed lanes and sped passed them. Pam would never assume control of the radio stations again. Sometimes he would get irritated when she would change the station in the middle of a song he liked. But, now that was one of the things he would miss the most. His other half, his better half was gone and he has no idea how he will be able to go on without her. For the past twenty years, she was the right side of his brain. She completed his thoughts and filled in the blanks of so many things he would forget. How can he live, much less breathe without her?
By Garry Hill5 years ago in Fiction
The Ties That Bond Us
Kadriana struggled as she tried to peddle her way through the four inch layer of pebbles that covered the path like a stream of water. Finally she hopped off the bicycle and pushed it up the gravel road to the abandoned single story brick home. It was isolated on a side road about a mile away from the interstate. It’s only neighbors were abandoned pump jacks and mesquite covered fields. From the position of the Sun she estimated it to be around 7 pm. But, in the middle of June that West Texas heat was unrelenting even into the late hours of the night. The 24 year old hoped she could find something to quench her thirst and help her rehydrate, and maybe get a little sleep before she hit the road again. She had been on the road for three days now as she headed for Pecos, TX in search of her mom’s relatives.
By Garry Hill5 years ago in Fiction
Creating Light
The doors juddered slightly as they closed. The pressurised rubber seals on their edges worn from years of regular use. The lift was large by all accounts but Edward knew from experience that the metal box would feel smaller and smaller during the ten minute journey to his work space. He was calm today, calmer than he either had right to be or had ever been in the last year. Tired though; he rubbed a hand across his eyes and down his care-worn face. Stubble had blossomed into a full grown beard that he could never find the time or energy to remove. He hated it, but like so many of his emotions hate had diminished itself, become a quiet buzzing in the back of his mind.
By John Riley5 years ago in Fiction
