Adventure
Follow The Heart
The men continued to shout as I jumped over upturned roots and rolled under low hanging branches. The rhythmic bounce of the heart-shaped locket against my chest matched the resounding beat of my heart, staccatoed by the pepper of gunfire and the piercing air of flying bullets. They still trailed far behind me, but there was a whole army of them; all of this over an innocuous necklace. ‘Was all of this worth it?’ I pushed the thought out of my head as quickly as it had entered. ‘Of course. It’s everything.’
By Mathew 'Chase' Gladden5 years ago in Fiction
Genesis
Dust and debris tumble their way across the new world. Scrapping their way overtop the sandy topsoil of the planet’s crust. Burrowing themselves inside this layer of irradiated dirt are the rodents who survived the initial fallout. Carving out for themselves a semblance of home. A place to lay their heads or to have their children. Crawl spaces for rats sprawl out for miles until they meet the twisting tunnels that have been borne by the large toothed gophers. Even these tunnels span the landscape until meeting the hollow warrens whose walls are filled to their brim with the ever-breeding rabbits; too scared to venture above for nutrition and instead opt to feed on one another before reproducing for next season’s feast.
By Brian Cotter5 years ago in Fiction
Before
As I gazed upon a barren wasteland, completely devoid of colour, I couldn’t help but wonder what it had all been like before. Before people let their hatred consume their actions I could only assume that the world was beautiful, at least that was what my mother had told me once. My mother was one of few that believed the earth was once colourful; a land that embraced individuality so wonderfully that people would spend time just embracing the world they’d helped grow. I liked to believe in her words, they gave me hope for a possible future… One that wasn’t so bleak and exhausting. My father on the other hand thought much differently, he believed that people were monsters and so the world must’ve been as such, a gruelling place filled with disgust and anger, so much so that it’d consume nations and force their evil hands. Of course there was evidence that leaned more towards his pessimistic views, the world had in fact become, what one could only describe as, a nuclear mess at the hands of its people.
By Lauren Quenby5 years ago in Fiction
On A Bright Sunny Day
On a bright sunny day, Toma saw something glistening in the desert sun in the distance, as he went for one of his long walks from the intermitantly solar powered air conditioned Habitats a mile away. The Solar worked, but was increasingly in disrepair.
By Tom Chatterton5 years ago in Fiction
The Reminiscent
“Another day, another dollar.” That’s what we used to say back when the dollar still meant something. All we have now is just another day, and everyday is as gloomy as the last. I get up when the sun rises and lay down when the sun falls. It’s ironic how we used to complain about the 9-5 workday when jobs, mortgages, car payments all mattered, but now I find myself living in the past that I only heard about in the books of our history classes. They told us something like this would happen. They said it would happen eventually and that we were “overdue” for one. Well—our faithful star, that ball of glowing, pulsating plasma finally did it. The scientists called it a “Type J” solar flare and the article I was reading at the bus station thirteen years ago, right before the lights went out, said such an event would send us back to the Stone Age. It’s funny to me how we can be so cynical about a world shattering event that “might” happen, but once it does all hell breaks loose.
By Jonathan Payne5 years ago in Fiction
The Strength C1
Belladonna Hunter slouched in a metal chair under the awning of her favourite coffee shop, her legs crossed. An iced vanilla latte and her phone sat on the patio table in front of her. Her heart sank in disappointment with the realization that she'd been stood up again. J0eSm1th1983 was supposed to have met her half an hour ago. She was certain she'd spotted him from across the patio; he'd made eye contact with her and quickly kept walking. She'd even done her very best to look good that day, opting to put in her contact lenses instead of wearing her glasses since the purple colour didn't go with everything she wore. Her hair was brushed to a shine and was braided down her back.
By Valarie Graham5 years ago in Fiction
