Sci Fi
The Secret Mountain
Aadi stood at the top of the mountain surveying the ruins. He remembered how beautiful the earth once was five years ago before a plague called LB3 swept through the entire earth wiping out almost all living things. Now the air was polluted making it unsafe to stay outside for long periods of time and the sun could not beam through the permanent cloud that hovered over the earth.
By ROSA n JAMES5 years ago in Fiction
Maggie
They would find him. Tom crawled his way to a small, rock alcove at the bottom on the ridge, his clothes were still soaked through from the storm. He grimaced as he pushed himself up against the cold stone. In front of him lay a huge open plain, there was no protection aside from the small rock formation that he now laid against.
By Alicia Hager5 years ago in Fiction
Murky Fate
The fate of anyone facing their last moments is to watch the events that made them. As I embrace my imminent demise, I think back on my short existence on this planet- heart shaped locket clutched in my hands. The locket I refused to give up, the small trinket that set me free, the gift that ensured my execution.
By Jessica Williams 5 years ago in Fiction
The Earth Princess
In the mauve and metal city, suspended in the black recess of space, a lone figure sits tucked away in a tiny room on the edge of the floating colossus. The room, manufactured in steel but draped in reds and browns and greens, is warmed in a scale called Fahrenheit to a temperature alien to the city-dwellers. It is here where the fate of an obsolescent race – once rulers of a bygone planet – remains safely in stasis, but it is here, too, where its fate is eventual.
By Calvin Rose5 years ago in Fiction
The Doctor's Paradox
Before the hospital’s staff could administer anaesthetic to the screaming patient they had to confirm his contract would cover the cost, so when the doctor entered the room the patient had only been strapped down to the table in order to stifle his thrashing. The straps dug into his papery skin, blood oozing from his ripped flesh.
By Littlewit Philips5 years ago in Fiction
The Map of the Lost
There was a lone figure standing on the roof top of a decrepit building. It was the only one in sight. The entire world looked grey, filled with dust and ash. The rubble from the other skyscrapers stretched as far as the eye could see, at least, hers. Desiree, at least that's what she thought her name was, looked out at all the destruction and felt very alone.
By Karina Ruiz5 years ago in Fiction
World War J
My name is James Luke Watson. Born in Oxford on 3rd March 2029. Son of the late Jimmy and Joanne Watson. I have one brother, Joseph. I am unaware of his exact location and status, but I am certain he is safe. If I could make it this far without them setting upon me then, without doubt, he would have made it as well. Probably faster too.
By Philip Krafft5 years ago in Fiction
