Sci Fi
Lost Locket in a Dystopian Future
The gas and dust debris are starting to settle. We’re aren’t prepared for what this new world looks like. There had been a war that caused a nuclear fallout but if that wasn’t enough there was asteroids falling from the skies when the war was just about over. It caused it to amplify the effects of the nuclear war zones causing more explosions and hazardous waste to fall.
By Ariel Rini5 years ago in Fiction
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
