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HEART'S CONTENT
I don’t remember the world as it once `was. I was too young when the pyramids came. I don’t mean the pyramids in Egypt, but the PYRAMIDS. These were warships shaped like the structures in Egypt from an alternate universe that somehow crossed into our plane and decimated every civilization on Earth. They destroyed it all. They took my family. I was three years old. My mother, father, and brother had managed to get me to the back of the bomb shelter built into the basement. Mom manned the door as my father and brother ran to get the last supplies. Unfortunately, the Pyramid over our little town of Schaghticoke New York launched a massive bomb at that moment. The blast killed all three of them. I was discovered in the rubble three days later. I was crying, covered in dust and wood, clutching my mother’s heart shaped locket.
By David Jacobson5 years ago in Fiction
May
I remember it well. The day the AI took over. It was an easy thing to suspect, when you create something that looks, acts, and speaks like a human, they will inevitably begin to feel like humans as well. They began to think, string together a completely unique thought, propelled by machine.
By Myrna Collins5 years ago in Fiction
Sanctuary
Once again I am tied up and bouncing around in the back of an SUV but this time I am smushed between two men. Both of their scents are familiar and there a tingling feeling whenever the one behind me touches my bare skin. I know these two men. Behind me is Greyson my best friend, lover and mate. There is only one problem with him, he thinks I am human.
By Jazmine Crow5 years ago in Fiction
A Desperation For Difference
Only four hundred years passed since the end of modern civilization, yet The Directorate was awfully strict towards their huge population. They feared progress that could, for a second time, harm all of humanity. Their spite of the past drove their education plans to erase all history. The schoolchildren here believed the English language was created by their colony, and they had no knowledge of other populations. No knowledge of what England was, nor America, nor any other country. These citizens lived a bland life of Directorate-sanctioned productivity, where the jobs are planned upon one’s birth.
By Lord P.S. Meehan5 years ago in Fiction
Work in Progress
It was later than usual when we departed on our next adventure. It had been two weeks since our Las Vegas blackout. I was in a turmoil fighting down panic attacks leading up to the day. The benefit of this trip was that we were in the company of a group of friends and family. Therefore any time alone seemed like it would be out of the question. I was traveling with my cousin this time and due to the fact that she was a teacher preparing for her upcoming year, we could not leave till the late evening hours. I had spent much of the morning locating floating devices for four of us due to the fact that the rental I was supposed to have been in was extracted once the owner realized he's lost interest and would not be attending the Regatta with us. I was not made aware of this till midnight the night before when I was at his house looking at his pathetic puppy dog face deciding to now charge me $200.00 for deposit and rental for what originally was going to be free. I and suddenly very irritated by the change in events is told him to go fuck himself and took my tired ass home and straight to bed. The next morning I took myself to two different Big 5s and paid $45.00 each for two rafts that were not only two seaters but they each had an inflatable cooler in between I was relieved that something had actual been found at the last minute.
By Las Matamaridos5 years ago in Fiction
Seeds of the Sun
Petra stood at the mouth of the cave looking out. She absentmindedly fingered the small, heart-shaped locket hung on its leather braid around her neck. From behind she could hear the life-giving trickle of water, a comforting sound. Outside, an occasional bleat from the goats and crowing from the rooster, who had never given up his announcement of dawn, meant chore time. A lizard skittered across the opening, already panting in the heat. She wondered what they ate.
By Natalie Wilkinson5 years ago in Fiction
Fire & Metal
*Clink* She wiped her brow with the back of her hand. *Clank* Her arm ached after the hundredth swing of the mallet. The blade was almost as flat as she needed it to be. She swung her free arm around to twist a ball of glass in the fire, ready to be shaped. This is what happens when your blacksmith father takes an extra hour for lunch, she thought to herself multitasking her dad’s unfinished projects. The demand for blacksmiths skyrocketed in the country, but Ada figured it was because men were out drinking while the kids got stuck running the shops. She had to give her father some credit though.
By Anna Koduru 5 years ago in Fiction
Hope After The Fall
The fall of humanity. Before you rush to any drastic conclusions, it wasn't zombies or any man made war virus; it was simply greed. That all it came down to. Man kind drove the earth into nothing; depleting the natural resources so fast, that the earth had no time to replenish itself. Very few trees remain, so the air quality is very poor. Water is scarce, so being able to conserve what little there is has become the most important survival skill. My name is Emily Meyers, and I am one of the last known human survivors of the apocalypse.
By Mariah Wright5 years ago in Fiction
Almost Perfect
Everybody knew it was a terrible idea. Even the President looked unsure, when he announced the go-ahead for the new magma-fueled power station. And with his grades in school, chances are he had no idea what he was talking about anyway. Finally, people of the world came together, Christians and Muslims, Whites and Blacks, Women and Men, united in the absolute agreement that this was a no good, very bad thing.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
Just a Little Glitch
‘Cucumber and mint water.’ I reported, savouring the sweet, cold liquid, dehydrated from the long flight. ‘Ooo I want some!’ Katherine said quickly, dropping her bags, her sweatpants, neck pillow and wild, disheveled brown hair looking amusingly out of place.
By Ashley Somogyi5 years ago in Fiction
