Fantasy
When the world was no more
We were living in a world back that was put back in order after covid then something..... happened. I was asleep one night when I felt the earth shake hard for a split second. I woke up with a start. There was another shake and a flash. I went to the window and it was very hard to put it into words. There was selective destruction, I don't know how else to describe it. There was some buildings that were gone while others will still standing, the same could be said for the trees and other landscape. I was barely burnt and I could barely see people. I look up and there wasn't a star or moon to be seen.
By Lena Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
Matters of the Heart
Tami was already more facile than her designers envisioned. She inspired those who made the decisions for the communities known as "Old Bay" or " Frisco". She had been born in the new way. She had never seen public transportation nor been on a train because she had not yet been invited. She would not be invited until she had a heart. Without the heart they couldn't connect to Nvidia. Because her older sister had been " to town"- because she had earned a heart and had decided to get married in the church building, which was dedicated to sanctioned union groups, Tami was living in a unique family. The seaside cottage they maintained was built in the style used after the originals WW11. She was begat directly from some of the earliest AI designers, Jen-Hsu, Huang, Curtis Priem, and Christopher Malachowsky. Her DNA was established in Delaware, as the Old Gods might say, and maintained in Santa Clara.
By Ruth Nofchissey5 years ago in Fiction
The History Maker
She would have liked it here. White grains of sand as far as I can see. A benevolent and consistent sun always above, lighting the way and keeping me warm. She would have named the sun as it watched over us and spun tales about the footprints in the sand that travel further back than I have come and continue beyond anywhere I will ever go. She would’ve even joked that we have just one more hill to go.
By Rafe Kaplan5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
She held the heart-shaped locket between her fingers as he spoke, holding her breath to steady herself. The feelings she had towards him had changed over the last three years, and although one could argue it was due to everything they had been through, she knew it was much deeper than that. These feelings had been there longer for her, dwelling just below the surface, being forced down so deep that they couldn’t be detected by anyone except for her.
By Melissa, the Empress5 years ago in Fiction
Revolution
They had waited too long. The sun stretched over the far horizon. A breeze rushed up the large hill which she stood upon. Her leathers kept it from penetrating her skin, but her long hair was pushed back. The thick black strands twirled aggressively behind her, whipping the side of her rosy cheeks. She closed her eyes allowing the wind to silence the growing stampede of the enemy crawling across the horizon. The sun at their backs, their numbers were immeasurable.
By kristina kreutzer5 years ago in Fiction
Ashes to Ashes
“Once upon a time, the world we knew fell away from us, and in that moment the real world emerged.” ~Unknown~ Smoke wafted on the air, casting a haze over the scarred landscape ravaged by fire. Thick black plumes pillared toward the heavens, painting the winter moon a reddish hue. Perched on the outcropping of a cliff surrounding the alpine village, Nathan Farloe gazed at the devastation below with dark disparaging eyes, nearly hidden beneath a wide-brimmed hat. Clad in puritan-style garb, the steadfast judge wore his dark hair pulled back into a short tress. A crucifix fashioned from hammered silver draped his neck.
By Jennifer Whalen5 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath Of The Blaze
The Blaze was an invasion of mutated animals. We called them The Doomserpents. Doomserpents destroyed everything in their paths. Including human. Some Doomserpents were 300 feet tall and would knock over apartment buildings and trample over schools.
By Shayna Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #43 doing tour with Alice and Jordan
You both run over to the girl following along as she begins to walk the footpath heading around what looks like run down building's listening intensely, “Welcome to my tour, please listen to all rules and stories.” She doesn’t seem to notice a woman catching the corner of your eye, she disappears, reappearing right next to the young girl. But neither of them seems to notice, just you.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
The Meeting
She felt his presence in the shadows behind her. Her slender fingers wrapped around the dagger Dorin had gifted her a few months prior. For protection, he had laughed. Now it was securely strapped to her waist, blade hidden within the confines of her skirts. The dress was stolen from a servant in the castle. The thick makeup was smeared across her eyes, although there was no real point to hiding her identity. Atarah had never ventured outside the castle before now, and she had never been socially presented to the world. She was invisible. Sixteen years' worth of invisible.
By kristina kreutzer5 years ago in Fiction
How the World Ended Twice
Ever since the world ended, Jamon hill was my favourite place to relax. From its high vantage point, I could see over the towering, highly guarded stone wall that was constructed decades ago to shield the town from outsiders, but now protected us from the vast wastelands and fallout of the rest of the world. I was unsure if it was guilt or gratefulness that made me struggle up that precipitous hill every day, but I felt like I needed to see the disaster outside. Where once stood soaring skyscrapers now lay heaps of ashes the size of a modest home. The massive bridge that connected us over the water to the rest of the world stopped halfway. The great fields and parks that once surrounded the town that I would spend a great portion of my childhood playing with friends in, was now a playpark for the terrifying creatures born of the catastrophe, and who stalked the perimeter of the town, lying in wait for stray humans to sate their curiosity and wander beyond the wall. The creatures were spindly and almost as if trees and humans had been blended together and burned to a crisp. I missed the colours of nature. Green was now grey. Light blue was now deep purple. Brown was now black.
By Yasdnil Redlog5 years ago in Fiction
