Short Story
Lonely Road
J une 16th, 2100. I stared down at the small broken body that lay dying in my arms. In her hand, she held the blood-covered heart-shaped locket I had given her on her 12th birthday before our parents had died six years ago. I should have stayed with her in the small broken-down shelter we had found off the main road. It was not much, and slowly was deteriorating, but it kept us safe from most of the elements. But as a warrior, I did not stay, I chose to go and fight in a battle that was not even my own. I arrived home that night to see her attackers defiling her body. She was beaten to the brink of death. I saw red at that moment and slaughtered each one of them without a care in the world. I just sat there in a pool of those monster's blood while I held my dear sister as she took her last breaths. I shouted as loud as I could into the heavens and the sky opened in a wild force pouring down on the scene around me. I vowed that day to never stop destroying the cruelty that had survived the fall of the world.
By Margaret Todd5 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath
It had been ten years since the world governments implemented their “New World Order”. The total world population had been reduced to just over one billion people and spread out equally around the planet. This was achieved by introducing a virus upon the planet, thus creating a world-wide pandemic. The people were killed by telling them that they had a vaccine for the virus. Those that received the shot were dead within four years. The instigators knew that enough people would refuse the vaccine thereby ensuring they would have a suitable population of strong and healthy workers.
By Lonnie Larson5 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Love
StarThe wind blew through the shattered window frames. McKenzie held her breath as she listened for the scurrying of feet and held her necklace close. The wind died down and the night became deathly quiet. The last twenty months all led up to this moment. The main house was across the yard. She inched forward slowly making sure to avoid the rubbish strewn around the shed.
By KASIE R MIEHLKE5 years ago in Fiction
Bury Me in the Garden Where Roses Once Bloomed
As I sit by Thaniel’s bedside, I watch the slow up-and-down rhythm of his chest. Sometimes I lose sleep just for keeping track of his breathing. Each breath is another flicker of hope that I will have him for another day.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Jane Doe
It was late in the evening when Jane was walking in to New Minneapolis; just one of the now existing settlements after the second US civil war. She was wearing her usual expedition outfit of black leather crop jacket with a white under shirt and blue jeans with black high top combat boots and two gothic style gun slinger belts. Holstered on her hips are as always two glock 30's and slung around her shoulder sat a double-barrel 12 gauge shotgun crossed with a .50 caliber high velocity anti-material rifle.
By Tayla Delong5 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin
12/24/2062 It's cold. My hands can barely flick open the lighter to give my hands the slightest warmth. My calves have been numb for a few minutes, my feet... hours. But I am almost there. Shards of glass feel like they shred my hands as I struggle to grasp the heart shaped locket around my neck.
By Michael Martin5 years ago in Fiction
A pet or dystopia
I woke up from a dream I kept having since I came to my new home; I live in a vast mansion with 18 rooms. Three of them are mine to do whatever. You would think I should be happy I have everything I want. Every game console, Every video game made, Endless film, clothes, cars, and my own kitchen, Your right; it should make me happy, but what's the point when you have everything when you're alone? I don't mean metaphorical; I mean literally I am alone because I'm the last human... I still live on Earth, just not in the human realm; yeah, you heard correctly," I don't live in the human realm...anymore. I now live in a world of magic. You know creatures of tables and legends, mermaids, fairies, lamia's, you name it. I live with Jagan, a lamia; Jagan looks human from his upper torso up. He has a Caucasian look, lean physique, turquoise eyes, and unkempt red hair. On his lower torso is the snake part. Jagan could change his form from human to lamia at will. So, in the human world, he used to be my employer when life was great…until it happened, and my species died within months. How did I survive?
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Fiction
Everyone Knows
I usually head out in the morning, just as the darkness outside begins to gray and before the day starts to creep into full-blown fever. Even then, one can feel the previous day’s heat weltering amid the homogeneous shanties, a neutral air that dies in the nostrils and sticks to sweat. There was a time when Graet would come with me, but then she found the lumps just under her left armpit, two of them - hard and conspicuous like beans nestled strangely beneath wet, sallow sheets. Everyone knows that can happen. So, today, I was going it alone.
By Shuvuuia Deserti5 years ago in Fiction
Dry Bones
Brown bones broke through dry earth. Ligaments clung to their gnarled fingers, still attached to old bone. Next broken arms and pointed shoulders slid through. Crushed skulls soon followed, cool autumn air whistling through hollowed eyes. Silence hung in the air, all living things knowing something was different about tonight.
By Sara Elizabeth5 years ago in Fiction
