Adventure
Wastelands
Dry earth crunched under their footfalls. The son tried not to step on the hard desolate cracks that split the earth like a never ending egg being hatched. When he mis-stepped and tripped over his own ankle he stumbled forward and fell to knees catching himself with the base of his palms. When mother looked back she merely smiled and held out a hand to help him up. She didn’t scold him or say anything for that matter. In fact, she rarely said anything while they walked. It had been that way as long as the son could remember. When she turned her back to him and continued, he went on skipping over the dry cracks of earth.
By Judah Pearson5 years ago in Fiction
2085
Bex Meere woke up early to the heat, like every other day for as long as she could remember. She stretched out on her cot before putting her thin pale feet on the sandy ground. Bex was 5’ 6” with deep red hair and freckles all over. Freckles that seemed brighter when Bex was excited. You see, she had celebrated her fifteenth birthday just two days earlier and that meant she was no longer a child and could now leave the safety of her home, the mine.
By Kristen Renee5 years ago in Fiction
Shiny Golden Links
Every night, through the only window in our small apartment, I spend one or two hours looking at the stars and the oval-shaped shiny golden link that goes around our "country" all the way connecting to the next one. It's stunning. Looking from down here, it seems to measure 10 meters wide - but of course, it is much bigger than that. And the length is impossible to guess as part of it is hidden by the clouds.
By Vinicius Monteiro5 years ago in Fiction
Praesidium III
Previously Once their food was finished, Nixie packed away the stove. The flammable items went into Noah’s bag while the rest went into Nixie’s. And then, they were ready to go. James, once again, was setting off to find Praesidium and his new future. His destiny.
By Jade Stephens5 years ago in Fiction
The Ride
Even as the city spoke to them in seductive and festive whispers, Sam and Becky were still bored, stuck in the middle of the carnival stream of lights and excitement. The airy hoard ignored them for the better parts of drunken convalescences and glitter. Sam and Becky did not have a cent to their names. They walked along the streets, staring at the industrial whorls around them. The warm rush of exhaustion and absolution passed by. Sam kicked an empty can that landed on the road. It was instantly flattened by cars and flung right back in their direction.
By Justin Fong Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
Praesidium
The shadows were encroaching into what little light there was in the room. The dark was dominating. Items were strewn around the room, blocking the light and creating more darkness. Furniture. Dangling curtains and curtain rails. It was all evidence that life had once existed here. Newspapers. Letters. Photographs. Fancy wall paper was peeling from the walls and there were shadows over the damp patches. Everything was rotten and greyed with age.
By Jade Stephens5 years ago in Fiction
Praesidium II
Previously - Meanwhile, James was searching through his third house. He was proud of his hoard of supplies. He had found some new clothes for them ready for the approaching warmer weather. The first house had a whole supply of canned food. Some of the cupboards and the fridge were starting to grow their own eco systems from the moldy food but most of the cans were okay. A scream pierced the silence.
By Jade Stephens5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Sarian
A barren wasteland, the definition of imperfection, lies right in the heart of our perfect, sugar coated city. My dad always used to tell me stories growing up, about a time, long before our generation, of a kingdom that once stood there. Ever since I can remember, I’ve had this dream, it’s the same, reoccurring, every night. In this dream, I’m at the bottom of a stair well, it’s spirally, made of brick, it’s cold and damp, in the back ground I can hear a faint voice, beautiful, almost like a sirens song, calling my name, the overwhelming urge to follow it sweeps over me and I start to climb, one step at a time, growing ever closer to the top, as I get closer, the voice gets louder, I can hardly contain my excitement, I start taking two steps, then three, before I know it I’m running, as I reach the top I come to a solid oak door, with a big brass knob, just as I’m about to open it ... Tiggy, TIGS!! ANTIGONE!! ... I’m shaken awake, as I rub my eyes I’m greeted by my little sister Elsie, she smiles softly and says “Happy Birthday Tigs.” handing me a small gift, wrapped with a bow, I look at her “Thanks Els.” as I start to unwrap the box “Oh, and don’t call me Antigone again.” she laughs and makes her way back out of my room. My eyes swell as I look at the gift, it was my mother’s old heart shaped locket, the chain had snapped not long after my grandma had passed away, I remember how upset my mum was, she had always meant to have it repaired but after she got sick it became her last priority. She had always said when I turned 17 it would become mine, it was sort of a family tradition, passed from generation to generation to the first born girl, I think even before the apocalypse. I undo the clasp and fasten it around my neck. “Finally 17 Mum.” I sigh as I stare at her photo on my night stand, “Wish you were here.” I jump out of bed, tying my unruly curls in a high pony, and throwing a pair of ripped jeans on, I pull a hoodie over my head, slip into my converse and make my way down stairs.
By Charlotte Price5 years ago in Fiction
Imagine Michael Scofield, Professor and Assane Diop’s Working Together
You may not have heard of these three characters. But they are the most intelligent characters that the world of television series has ever released. All three are characters from different series at different times and different scenes, yet their performances are breathtaking.
By Casimiro Filipe 5 years ago in Fiction
