Sci Fi
Heart Shaped Locket
I squinted against the harsh ray of sunlight, streaming through the ragged tan cloth that I had hanging over the dirty glass windows. I rolled to my side and the old mattress that I was using for a brief night's sleep crinkled and groaned. The concrete floor beneath was cold and hard, it scraped against my knees as I pulled myself back to my feet. I was sore in a way that penetrated far beyond a normal ache. It penetrated even beyond the physical man, as an ache that affects and even disintegrates the soul like a corrosive acid. I panicked at first as I groped through my clothes for the only driving force that kept me going. I found it and breathed easily again. I pulled a heart shaped locket from my side pants pocket and turned it over in my hand. It was a faded gold locket with a barely functional clasp on its side. On the inside was an old photo, even more faded and curled slightly at its sides. It was of a beautiful woman, maybe mid-thirties, same as me, with dark hair and a flawless smile. I didn't know her, any more than I knew myself, nor did I know where to find her. Yet, I knew in some way that I had to find her. She had become, in ways that I was not quite able to fully comprehend, my reason for living.
By Thomas Headley5 years ago in Fiction
Nothing Ever Really Belongs to You.
The sun was a fading blood-hole above the city of the dead and half-living. The hunch-shouldered did not grunt as they slaved, though spittle gathered at the corners of forever-thirsty mouths. The furnaces they fed shot flames high into the grey sky. Nothing howled or moaned but pain dominated. Exhausted bones moved with emaciated muscle.
By Heath Hardin5 years ago in Fiction
Heart's Treasure Lost
“When I was young, the world expected Armageddon with bated breath. It became a culture, a form of entertainment. We expected bombs, wars, plagues, earthquakes, alien invasion, or some other form of total destruction from one day to the next. We were so focused on fearing the apocalyptic destruction of the world, we never noticed that Armageddon came like a thief in the night, sneaking away with the world as we knew it, one piece at a time. The world had been coming to an end for years and no one noticed until it was too late…”
By Carrie Forthman5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Of The Storm
1- Disaster The year is 5400 AD. Earth has suffered tremendously throughout the years. 3380 years ago, Pollution from our past generations caused the atmosphere to become weak. Sulfuric Acid rain began to dump on our lands and melted everything that we created. Buildings, vehicles, and all other creations made by humans.
By Samuel Fure5 years ago in Fiction
Zombie
Threegood wears a small, heart-shaped locket instead of a tie with his three piece suit. I’ve never asked him about it, because it’s not my place to ask too many questions. I don’t ask him about his name either, but for a different reason. See, my own name – that’s Prophet – my own name is also strange, and I don’t know how I got it. I’ve just always had it. What if I asked Threegood about his name, and he didn’t know either? I don’t want him to feel stupid like I am.
By Paul Harrison5 years ago in Fiction
A Locket Full of Dreams
The cross hairs are aimed squarely between his shoulder blades. I could end this threat right now. He’s fishing in my pond. The pond she and I had built the first week we settled here. Now there are more voices. More strangers are approaching the pond.
By Jeff Cochran5 years ago in Fiction
Sailing To Oblivion
Thunder roared in the distance as Gracie sifted thru the rubble of yet another town destroyed by the Great War. Survivors that she had met along the way each called it something different but since she was only in her late 20’s, to her it was the Great War. Her mom’s had guessed early on that there might be trouble and would prepare her for survival as best they could. With one mother being a nurse and the other being a soldier who flew Apache helicopters in Afghanistan her training was quite extensive. While Gracie was thankful for their training she still wished they were with her.
By R.S. Haspiel5 years ago in Fiction
