Short Story
MUTIES
Night fell hard and fast with a steady twilight rain. Downtown New York was a ghost town of boarded up churches, gyms, restaurants, bars, and the local hardware store. Strangely enough, the liquor store remained unaffected by the Governor's orders. A terrified, suspicious, and confused citizenry had given a freshman governor a vast degree of control over their actions. Like any other young, inexperienced egomaniac with the offer of a lot of power on the table, the governor took the offer of enhanced powers and ran with it.
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
Unspoken Words
Joseph Brannick. (307) 677-2688. [email protected]. 1895 words UNSPOKEN WORDS by JOSEPH M. BRANNICK Riding down a forest path, near the outpost he had been assigned after the collapse of society, Frontier Guard, Jaime, had ridden this trail one hundred times on one hundred days just like this. So he was particularly alarmed to see a young woman running along the path before him. She had elegant shoes, her hair was daintily held into place with pins and she wore a fine dress, but it was clear that all was not well as her dress was tattered and her hair was a mess. The contrast from what was typically worn these days made him fear she could be a diversion to an ambush. He rode up and cautiously demanded, “What seems to be the trouble, miss?”
By Joseph Brannick 5 years ago in Fiction
The Lucky One
2051 - No one could have imagined my life, not the best sci-fi authors or doomsday predictors. At the ripe old age of 99 I’m still thankful and sickened at the same time. My time is short now, yet the events that happened 30 years ago haunt me to these, my finals days. Billions died seemingly overnight and yet, here I am, old even in a utopian best-case scenario. I’m thankful not only for being alive, although the alternative would have been a horribly painful death, I’m thankful because like all of the survivors worldwide, our direct descendants have survived, too. One day life was good for me, living the dream. I was retired, my wife’s retirement was imminent, but it was not to be. Traveling to far off, dreamt about locations was what our future held. Maybe have our kids traveling with us and the grandkids at times.
By Phillip Cecconie5 years ago in Fiction
Delivery
DeliveJasper awoke and coughed immediately. The dust was bad today. Each breath was acrid and hot. The daylight shone bright through the crack in the door. He donned his mangy tank top and beige ripped and torn khakis. Then he covered himself in a reflective poncho. No sense getting another sunburn. The boils festering on his right arm reminded him of a few weeks ago when he made that mistake. The container door creaked and whistled on rusty hinges when he pushed it open. Sand and silt rushed into his lungs, barely filtered by the pale blue handkerchief fitted tightly against his face. He coughed again. His goggles, dusty and scratched, pushed hard against his eye-sockets as he strained to look out into the flat landscape. Dust devils roamed to and fro, hungrily searching for something to gobble up. Jasper's stomach growled, and an ache followed it. He knew he must find something, anything to eat. His canteen was nearly empty, the small distilling apparatus he made, had broken the day before.
By Aaron kaszas5 years ago in Fiction
süße Rache
Under the overcrowded streets of a place once called London, lies a city beneath a city. Past the jumbled mass of pestilence, damp earth, sewage, and rot deep in the tunnels lives a small population of people. We are called the Kanalisationsdreck or sewer filth in the Queen's english, that’s the title given to us by the Ober Erder but we prefer the term Kanalis. The OE are what’s left of the people who stayed above in 1944. The leaders of the OE thrive on corruption and the most depraved form of debauchery only the sickest minds could fathom. Due to over population they have gone to even more extreme measures to keep their sheep in line.
By Nicole Murray 5 years ago in Fiction
Outlaw
Jamie sat down at his desk and opened his journal. Sitting quietly for a few minutes, the only sound being the synchronized tapping of his slowly dulling pencil, he stared at the blank pages and pondered on his most recent idea and what the best words would be to convey it.
By Allison Timmis5 years ago in Fiction
The Amulet of Power
Part One For centuries, mankind had struggled with controlling the power that comes with knowledge. Curious beings, humans are born into a system that prizes and rewards collectors of knowledge. They are akin to programmable machines, desperately probing into the unknown and hoarding what they discover for their own gain. Those without it, suffer to the benefit of those who were lucky or determined to receive it.
By The Hooded Man5 years ago in Fiction
The Rain
The earth was shaking again. In his pre-dawn stupor Ben fought to open his eyes against the heavy blanket of sleep that shrouded him. The dark room came into focus slowly, revealing nothing notable. The same familiar shapes as always were discernable in the darkness of his room. His hand automatically groped for the bedside table. He breathed a sigh of relief as the smooth surface of the lockets metal met his palm, cold in the chill of the winter air. He closed his fingers around it and brought it to his chest under the warmth of his woolen blankets.
By Diane R Freynik5 years ago in Fiction
