Sci Fi
The Strongest Force on Earth
I look over at Jaxson as he sleeps, sprawled out on a blanket in the sand. The sun shining down on his face gives it a radiance that seems to belong there. How lucky am I that the last man on earth is so delightfully handsome? I let my eyes wander over his thin, muscular body, bronzed from the sun. In the year since we found each other, I've explored every inch of that body. My gaze slowly travels all the way up to his sandy, blonde hair. I sigh happily.
By Rebecca Key5 years ago in Fiction
The Water's Rising
The fist careens past my head as I dodge in the last second. I’ve lost my practiced boxer’s stance over the course of the bout. Now I’m just bouncing side to side, waiting for the next punch. It’s not a bad stance by any means, but it’s a different kind of fighting. A focus on mobility steals your ability to strike any time. You become defensive. Any mistake can kill you if your opponent plays their cards right. But it also means you get a better view of the whole picture, and that’s good enough for me.
By Mia-Luna Falls5 years ago in Fiction
Dystopian.No.More.
Upon I laid my eyes, A tattered page that was blowing in the wind. I was surprised that these things still existed. A thicker paper, not quite like cardstock—but enough to surprisingly not be taken by the elements. The pen, an Acid-free and Archival ink—it was not faded in the Sun!! To my Surprise, a lovely Rounded corner of The—Likely, UnForgotten—Journal waved in the Wind, my All-Weather Gloves Held on Tight as I turned to Block it From The Wind.
By Jana Cooksey 5 years ago in Fiction
The Unknown
h . It is hot. I know that’s theunderstatement of the year. My clothes stick to me and hang heavy. Breathing thru this makeshift breathing respirator is suffocating. Despite the difficulty, I dare not take it off. The outside air is a thick coat of sand and dust. It coats my goggles. I try to wipe it off with my gloves but it only makes it worse. My throat is starting to get that scratchy cotton feeling. I look at my watch. We have been up on the surface too long.
By Tonya Walter5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of All Souls
The year is 2150, but it doesn’t really matter anymore. The world has already ended, you see; the catastrophe of human creation. All we have built, all ever constructed by humankind- a kind of imperfection - gone. All planes crashed, all ships sank, all trains derailed, all buildings collapsed. So, how am I alive? Well, It’s all thanks to Dr. Jaquelin, who is responsible for saving us all. How, you might ask? Well, answering that will take this story all the way back to the year 2075.
By Mason DiRenzo5 years ago in Fiction
The Red Pheasant Inn
Clarence and Phyllis had first heard of The Red Pheasant Inn as it was back in the old times. Clarence's father and mother had honeymooned there and often told stories of the long walks they would take through the rolling countryside and how they would enjoy glasses of locally grown wines. The Inn was at least a century old, built of stone hewn from the ground from the nearby hills and transported by donkey cart. It wasn't big, it wasn't fancy but it had charm. At least those were the stories told by Clarence's father.
By Linda C Smith5 years ago in Fiction
To Thine Own Self Be True
Addam walked into the bedroom where his newborn baby son slept. Stopping near the crib to stare out the window at the ocean. He lived in a tiny home with his family in a small town called New Wilmington in the Eastern North Carolina province. This area was considered a safe zone from the war. The home was only about five hundred feet from the ocean, and he picked it precisely because of the location. He loved the salty air, sandy beaches, the cool ocean breeze during the winter months. He spent as much of his downtime as he could teaching his daughter to swim.
By Joseph Cosgriff5 years ago in Fiction
