Short Story
Atrophia
The end of the world was wholly, completely, painfully mundane. The preppers prepped, the religious prayed, and the larpers polished their collections of assault rifles and played a lot of Call of Duty. Only they did all those things over the span of decades, not weeks, like all the movies had predicted.
By Rebecca Sexton5 years ago in Fiction
The Redemption Project
Irony; A beautiful sunlit day, white fluffy clouds, the perfect picture of peace and tranquility. Played like a film in the windows of a train full of people all destined for death. And yet, not one fearful face was present in these seats. I could periodically hear the wheels of the dinner trolley as the hostess moved on to the next person in the aisle. Closely followed by the extravagant clink of cutlery being placed down, real silver, and the brief murmur of pleasantries that were often shadowed by the sound of escaping steam as meal covers were removed. The aromas that drifted down the carriage towards me were unrivalled by anything my nostrils had ever previously experienced. It was an unfamiliar tingle that I could not wait for my tastebuds to dance in. My ribs poked through my silk shirt, reaching out towards the sensations they so desperately craved. My curiosity of what it meant to feel full overcame me, and I peaked round the edge of my seat, watching the other passengers dive in greedily. It was the ultimate oxymoron; savages eating in a place of finery.
By Natasha Read5 years ago in Fiction
It's Only Temporary
Hope took a deep breath as she entered Quiescence. The building melded with the muted evening sky, a gentle blue gray. The inside was equally inoffensive, cool pastel walls and carpet. A receptionist sat behind a desk that appeared to be real mahogany and his crisp white button down had clearly been tailored. The artist in her could appreciate the way the windows focused the light on the plants scattered throughout the lobby.
By Nicole Beverly5 years ago in Fiction
Memories
I’d count up the days. It had been some time now and although the memories had lingered, I couldn’t remember the specific day she was taken away. The pamphlet said the promised land would be something to behold. We arrived hand in hand, onlooking the glorious nature of our new landscape. Except I lost her hand as we were separated at the gates. I stood strong, demanding answers, but the shadows in Kevlar had nothing to say to me. They just poked deeply into my kidney, moving me back in line.
By The Passionate Autistic5 years ago in Fiction
Drifting Dunes
Sand got in my face, and I almost threw it away when I brought my hands up to brush my eyes. It was a small thing--little, I mean; insignificant and little and adrift amidst the massive dunes that had piled up against the glass of the city buildings. But I had kept it, and as my hands came up, I clutched them tighter to keep it in my grasp--too tight, and the metal's edges cut against my palm. Wincing, I opened my eyes again against the wind, and opened my hand to look at it again.
By Justin von Bosau5 years ago in Fiction
Two Guys Walk Into a Bar...
Looking around, it was more or less what I had imagined – a cozy, dimly lit, undeniably chic, underground affair that owed much of its appeal to its incidental borrowing of 1920s speakeasy aesthetics. Though its ethos was founded on anything but the historical marshes of American culture. The Lobo was prided on a pedigree; passionately and purposefully Cuban.
By Brandon Lever5 years ago in Fiction
Eve Alone
Eve looked down at the silver locket in her hand. It was shaped like a heart, two curves at the top leading down to a point. She hadn’t looked inside for years, and she didn’t now, instead letting it slip from her fingers to fall onto her chest. Carefully, she turned to look out the window sill, doing her best to keep as much of her head out of sight from anyone who might be scouting out her little home.
By Bradley Freeman5 years ago in Fiction
And the Senator from
And the senator from......... by Norris A Burrell Most people thought that in the end they would be banding together to fight flesh eating zombies or holding up in their bunker with a lifetime supply of food and water. Only to exit from the ground when the air is free from nuclear fallout. No one ever thought the end would come with a blink of a eye and from a meek but power hungry U.S Senator. Its been ten years since this man turned the entire world on its ear. Now this meek and now power welding Senator sits in his newly built city in what was once called Manhattan. He calls this place New Jerusalem, its massive and well protected by a military force hand chosen by him.
By Norris A Burrell5 years ago in Fiction
