Fantasy
War for the Outside Locket
Feeling like you’re about to collapse is extremely inconvenient when you’re running for your life… and all of humanity. It all began with a 50-year long war, then betrayal, and now this. This metal, cold, heavy, heart-shaped locket I held was the key to everything we could have ever hoped for. A war was fought for it one hundred years ago. Well, we didn’t know that part until the war was over. Then the real war began. Our livelihoods were destroyed for what we thought was freedom, but now we are learning that we were all greatly deceived. They wanted us to destroy ourselves so they could take over. “How much longer are these guys gonna chase us?” Mel was clearly winded, too. She could barely breathe, and I began seeing stars. I was fading fast. “Mel, I think I’m gonna pass out.” Mel was determined. “Just keep pushing, we’re almost there!” I fished the locket out of one of the pockets on the inside of my jacket and suddenly felt nauseous; the adrenaline was gone, but we couldn’t afford to give up. “Mel! Take it!” Mel was indignant. “What? No!” My vision went blank and I felt my knees crash into the earth below me. I stuck my arm out to brace myself but it was of no help.
By Olivia Bledsoe5 years ago in Fiction
Escape from Hab Two
Doomsday Diary – With a dart to his left Jericho slid on the heel of his foot through the wet mud crouching squarely behind one of the larger oak tree stumps that made up the old Nottingham Forest. Even though he didn’t need to take a breather per se he still wanted a couple of seconds to collect himself and plan his next move. The pursuers behind him had electric bikes so were faster on open ground and were tracking him with Hab Two’s fleet of observation and battle drones. At the very edge of his hearing he could detect them even now making their way through the forest towards him, relentless.
By Alex Herron5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Beret
We are the black berets, and we have one rule: “Always complete the mission” I guess that’s why they only select the best of the best. I am no exception. I left everything behind. I trained for three years and am now part of the elite task force under the “white masks” as the locals call them. An organization of wealthy officials. They control all of our sources but are hardly seen. When they are, they’re always in a long black cloak, and white mask reminiscent of a barn owl. They don’t live with us in the commune, in fact, no one knows where they live. We just know they pay us well as a Black Beret. Bravery is a commodity in this post-apocalyptic world. You can find things such as medical kits, non-perishables, and sometimes, water sources. On the other hand, there’s threats such as disease, radiation, feral mutated animals, and outsiders willing to do anything to survive. That being said, they all pose a danger to our health or resources, which is why we have to patrol. But recently, the white masks decided to expand, so here we are.
By Alexis Lopez5 years ago in Fiction
Resin, Second Chance
After midnight a low pulsing sound woke Owen from a deep sleep. From his second-story window he could see over many of the other buildings inside the city walls. He stood still and listened intently for a long moment. It was the same sound he heard in the square the day before. Something was different now. He could feel the sound. It was not a man-made, he was sure about that. It called to him. He needed to go back to it.
By Andy Ahart5 years ago in Fiction
Outside.
23 years we've been shut in. I can't really remember what was out there. I’ve been locked in since I was 5 years old. The stories I was told by my Aunt were supposed to scare me, to instil fear so that I would never want to venture outside. I always was an inquisitive child.
By Jayne Howey5 years ago in Fiction
Reluctant Reckoner
Two men stood at the edge of a high plateau. Below them stretched a wide plane of low, rocky hills. The barren terrain was broken by an occasional bush or rare, green-leafed tree attempting to leech what life it could from the dusty soil. The brown waste ended at a wide river a few miles off which acted as a natural barrier separating the dismal plane from the city on the other side. The city itself occupied the rest of the horizon. Miles of small buildings littered the landscape along the far bank of the river and stretching back across the slightly more fertile ground. The gray structures resembled the rocks and boulders of the preceding hills at this distance. However, there was no mistaking the city center. In the middle of the sea of mud and concrete, a high wall surrounded a forest of steel structures towering over the landscape. Their glass windows and silver spires gleamed in the rays of sunlight which broke through the overcast sky.
By Dawn Hunter5 years ago in Fiction
Crush
The city is dark as she runs. Occasionally the glowing cinders of an abandoned drum fire hint at the presence of other stragglers, but there are no other signs of life. What could survive so many assaults, one after another? The air has a chalky brightness from all the concrete dust, smoke, tear gas, antiseptic spray. The sharp burn in her lungs has become her most constant favorite friend, a dependable voice at every turn.
By Kat Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
The Cost Of Vengeance
Levi stood at the top of the large rooftop, staring down at the destruction. He knows he shouldn’t be here, but he just can’t help it. This used to be a wonderful neighborhood. The kind where all the neighborhood kids played together, and people were happy. The kind where everyone knew each other. The kind where you could raise a family. All that changed after it happened. After that experiment went horribly wrong and sent out the energy blast.
By Blake Riley5 years ago in Fiction
