Sci Fi
The Hoard
Those damn meat sacks - they did it again. They put down another two of the newly enlightened. We all have to eat; the hunger is too driving. On top of that ever driving need, now a tracking band of meat has started cutting us down. They just don’t understand. We try to tell them: to guide them, but all they do is grunt, stab, and kill. One even tried to get me today but the heart shaped locket of my own meat sack days tangled in its arm, raring from me the last vestiges of my past now forgotten. The trinket that now lays open where it was ripped from me, a smiling group of two large and two small meat sacks: a vestige of something once so familiar, now a relic unrecognizable. The artifact remained ignored, overshadowed by the fact that I had saved that horrid meat sack that tried to end me.
By Gregory sillins5 years ago in Fiction
Surviving the Collapse
Reika panted as she ran through the forest, her strawberry colored hair flowing behind her in the wind. She had been running for what felt like an eternity, her legs felt like jelly and as if she would fall over at any moment. She was running on pure adrenaline, that and her basic survival instincts. She ran and ran and ran and kept running, refusing to stop despite her aching lungs and sore feet practically begging her to take a break. She refused to be caught, she’d survived far too long in this world to just give up now.
By Alex Pennington5 years ago in Fiction
The Burden of her Birthright
Hatima sat in a wooden rocking chair under the make-shift window at the farthest corner of her room. The hole she carved in her dirt wall allowed small beams of moonlight to stream in and streak across her floor. She wanted to remember every detail of this moment— the rustling of the leaves as they twisted and turned in the gentle, autumn breeze, the roar of the evening fires, the concert the crickets were playing just for her—as this could possibly be her last night in the village. Hatima closed her eyes, focusing desperately on the sounds that surrounded her, allowing her racing mind to slow just long enough for her to fall asleep.
By Bree Alexander (she/her)5 years ago in Fiction
An Escape
I was eighteen years old when it happened. Two point five million people worldwide...disappeared over night. Some called it a rapture. Others said it was alien abduction. Either way, the world would never be the same. Whether it was aliens, God or our government, the disappearances lead to unrest. Cities burned, riots overtook the streets. We couldn’t agree before Armageddon. We certainly weren’t going to agree now. Next to rebel was nature herself. Forest fires, earthquakes, you name it. Countries started blaming each other, which of course escalated to...nuclear war. Like Oedipus, we used everything in our power to avoid our doomed fate. Yet, those same means of prevention in turn sealed the very fate we tried to prevent.
By Jacob Viness 5 years ago in Fiction
Pretend to Breed
Listening over and over again to his voicemail. On it he grunts like the moment before he comes. He would say, when he wanted her to sneak out, do you want to pretend to breed? Cammie almost always breathed, yes even though he was officially Sondra’s boyfriend.
By Patty Tomsky5 years ago in Fiction
Scrap
The sun was low and red in the hazy sky by the time he crawled back out of the hole. His breath was hot, thick, each one a struggle in the respirator that concealed his face. He’d been all day in the hole, fumbling around in the Waste, the shadow of an ancient time.
By Greg Garcia5 years ago in Fiction
Drowned
The hum of the u-vulbs was monotonous in the extreme. The light they threw around was wasteful and offended my ego as much as my retinas. They were everywhere here and their persistent existence was enough to make me pull my hat down over my eyes just to eat lunch. I could get away with it most days, as the Captain was usually too busy to bust me for a uniform infraction.
By I.T.O. Tails5 years ago in Fiction
Sassafras Moon
The crowd outside the gates had grown into a throng of anxious scabs. They stood knee-deep in red mud in the shadows of Serafina’s fiefdom on the hill, hoping for food or clean water, praying for a chance at a better life. Two red flags above the gates meant Serafina would allow entrance to two new citizens from the ranks of cave-dwelling scavengers outside.
By Hugo Lasalle5 years ago in Fiction
Rachel
Night, late: A good, black darkness. The moon is hiding, so I slip past the night patrol more easily this time. I duck behind the East line of empty cages, images flashing: the young ones that fought back and paid for it, the old ones that wore out quickly.
By Calvin Marty5 years ago in Fiction
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The sweat from Madeline’s brow dripped in perfect rhythm as she studied the holographic map display of what was once the lower levels of the San Antonio Rivercenter mall. The concept of a mall is now foreign to a second-generation retriever. Society has long since enjoyed the enclosed markets and entertainment hubs. The building now holds housing, makeshift clinics, a community of sorts; however, this particular community is hording something that Madeline and her people need desperately; an energy source. The small can sized nuclear batteries were once described as science fiction, yet the need to make them a reality was apparent after the first worldwide power outage in the year 2071. It wasn’t until the power remained off, when the world knew it was too late to change their ways.
By Anthony Diaz5 years ago in Fiction
