Adventure

The Hunt
I was three when the meteor hit. Small, but lucky. The earth shook beneath the world’s feet, and the fallout was terrible. We haven’t had a blue sky since that day. The fluffy white clouds were like a dream. The world was almost at war, the Nationalists (Naytos) and the World Socialist Organization (WSO, or Wizzos, as we call them now) were on the verge of World War 3. So self involved that when scientists tried to warn us, their voices garbled, and were lost in the conflict. Some world leaders used it as a tool, holding opposing voices hostage like a badly planned game.
By Lex West5 years ago in Fiction
Awakened
“Come closer and listen. Pay close attention because this bedtime story is meant to wake you up. Now it might seem crazy, but remember all stories come from truths. Ones that have trickled down through the ages.
By T.S. Knight5 years ago in Fiction
My Life 2152
My Life 2152 April 7th 2152 The rado trickled down the window of the 2127 Bronco we currently call home. Rado is what we call this radioactive sludge that “rains” from our skies. This is a product of our juvenile decisions that lead us to this so-called life. It all started with what humans of the early 2000’s referred to as “progress”. Let me let you in on a little hint that “progress” was the furthest thing from it and has led us back to the dark or no... wait, that's actually an insult to the dark ages. It has led us to the toxic age of 2152 where we run from what used to be symbolic of life. Rain has become an enemy and it has lost the vitality it used to bring us.
By Ryan Armenti5 years ago in Fiction
Totalitarian Government
“No John, I cannot marry you. The government would never allow it. Besides, you are about to be sent off to that prison the Totalitarian Government calls Boot Camp.”
By Winter Lynn5 years ago in Fiction
The lost heartbeat
There it was. A gemstone in the wilderness. A completely intact warehouse. Before the collapse, these were some where internet based sales corporations would store their, well, their wares. Vast monolithic structures, stocked with towering shelves, manned by overworked peons and armies of small robotic loaders.
By William Davidson5 years ago in Fiction
"Hunters of Artemis"
Hello. My name is Kathrine. I am about a hundred and sixty years old…and still fourteen years old at the same time. Now, I’ll tell the abbreviated version of what happened to me.
By Marabelle May5 years ago in Fiction
Portal of the Dark - Forever Nights
It's dark out at mid-day. The sun is in the sky, but its light intensity has been dimmed to that of what the moon used to be, and the sky is no longer blue with other stars shining through. Standing structures are still mostly intact, but largely unusable in the once populous suburban area of San Francisco, and some solar powered street lights still gently illuminate, but most of downtown is sunk 40 foot into the bay. The once bustling area is now home to shadows, and creatures lurk about. They are the ones to watch out for. Alyssa knows this.
By Sunday Gracia5 years ago in Fiction
Food for Thought
November 2nd, 2222 Today is the beginning of the end. We’ve been waiting so long for this. My nerves make me want to run away into the forest and never return but there is too many lives in my hand. I know my conscious wouldn’t let me live with that. I feel the rough bark on the branch I’m sitting on and look out over the city that is bustling a few miles away, just beneath my feet.
By Caitlyn Hemphill5 years ago in Fiction
Heartbreakerz
Mika entered the blackened wasteland of New Los Angeles cautiously. Bleached bones of broken skulls and twisted skeletal remains of cyborg casualties looked up at her hoverboard with grisly premonition. The endless drone of online units searching for human survivors provided dull ambience to the sharp metallic twang of bullets ricocheting off aluminum and steel bodies. Mika effortlessly glided over wounded refugees and carcasses, weaving in between the husks of burnt out mechs. A small band of armed men and women huddled behind a smoldering tank scrambling to reload ammunition as a fully automated soldier equipped with laser guided missiles launched a full out assault. Scavengers were everywhere, scattering like roaches as search lights combed the city.
By Daddy Milagro5 years ago in Fiction
Sigue El Sol
The land was scorched. Red skies walled every horizon. Only the hardiest of plants survived out here, and there, face down, lay the sun etched body of a young woman. There was a limit to how long she could have been there given the unforgiving climate, but in her current position with great copper clouds scraping the sky and ground she lay closing in, it would only take a couple hours for death to be certain, if not by dehydration, then radiation
By William5 years ago in Fiction
Beating Hearts are not so Silent
The embers reminded me of the fireflies who would come to kiss our hands and cheeks the way they danced on the gentle Wind, who laid Her hands over the Mountains to mourn. She had tried to calm the Flames from the explosions and crashes, but the Flames were consumed with frenzy. The Wind could see the terror in the Flames as He took the Wind's strength against either of Their Wills. The rubble shifted around me as I held my ears and screamed with the Wind.
By Jayde Shertz5 years ago in Fiction
Within the Heart
I closed my eyes. My world seemed to be fading. Ending. Deep down I knew that it wouldn’t end here. It couldn’t end here. I’d fought too hard to see everything collapse before me. I wouldn’t give up now. The journey ahead would be dangerous and we’d quite literally be risking the life of hundreds of people. But that day I decided that we would be the survivors. The ones who would tell the stories years from now. The ones who’d be able to say that they crossed the galaxy and found our new home among the stars. The ones who lived through the total destruction of our once beautiful planet, Zenqua.
By Sophia Makarenko 5 years ago in Fiction