Series

Day One
It only took one day. The world was in shambles, and showed us just how barely pieced together it all really was. What was once thought as the strongest bonds, left as careless whispers in the wind. For some, the world seemed routine, almost quiet in comparison to the direction things went. The 9-5 bustle of wake up, shower, eat, work, eat, work, eat, sleep and repeat. For most people this was their life, but no longer. One day after, no one had a regular place of work anymore, or routine. All financial institutions, hospitals, news networks and military resources were all either obliterated, ransacked, or operating rogue. Humanity was all on their own, without a clue how to mend it all. As always, humanity reacted to diversity as one would expect, with fierce opposition. It must have been a mistake, or lapse of judgement that someone allowed this to happen. Humanity has never even treated themselves kindly, let alone other species.
By Aaron Mullet5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #26 Checking Dr House from Driveway
From the driveway you and Jordan start heading for the Doctor’s house, a sign is staked into the ground saying, ‘Do not enter after Dark’. “Good thing it’s still light out, hey Jordan, I can only imagine how scary it would be at night. Everything looks dead up there!”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 23
When I return to The Scarlett House, the sky is dark and Ruth is waiting in the parlor. As I close the door behind me, she jumps from her chair and hurries over to wrap me in a hug. I am still not quite use to this overly familiar style of a person who was a complete stranger just days ago.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
From Revolution to Catastrophe
It primarily attacked people’s lungs causing decreased lung capacity for the survivors. It killed millions worldwide with hundreds of millions more infected. Everyone thought it would be here for a month or two then fade away. Years into this plague, humanity developed a decreased lung capacity due to prolonged use of masks, especially earlier in life.
By Tom Doetsch5 years ago in Fiction
The Unbecoming
Another day..... It's almost time for curfew to start. I just got off work from another 24 hour shift at the hospital. I wish they would figure this shit out already. The "Others" keep killing more people. The world's top scientists are saying they are trying to find a cure, but I don't believe them. They are all just profiting off everyone.
By Sheray Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
Heart is the Key
They had been walking for what seemed like weeks. It had only been two days since the disastrous events that had rocked the world and taken almost everything from Cici. All that was left was Emily and the last words her father had spoken before he succumbed to his injuries. “You must go to your childhood fort, behind it there is a path that leads up the mountain.” He started “The mountain path will take you three days to hike.” He continued “After about three days you will come to the lake of red stones.” He said gasping for air “Behind the waterfall is a door made of rock, it will lead you home.” He said as his breath slowed. “How do we open the door?” Cici urged. “heart is the key.” He managed before drawing his last breath. “DAD, HOLD ON, NO, DAD PLEASE.” The scene just kept playing in her head over and over. The explosion, finding her dad, his death. It was on a loop in her mind.
By C.T. COLE5 years ago in Fiction
Peace Will Come!
_______________________________________________ July 5th, 2045 2100 hours MISSION: Finish the War! Personnel: Col Jones
By Lewis Charles5 years ago in Fiction
Today's Special
Very few things made Artem feel unsettled. She walked slowly and cleaned deliberately to watch the world around her as she worked – this was not the kind of place that greeted her with warmth. Her site expected diligence and consistency, both of which she prized in herself. You do not grow as a female body and lack the self-awareness needed to maintain the illusion of safety needed to survive. Artem knew the truth of her existence. Every person was a potential threat. The levels of influential people above her were many, and Artem did not have the luxury of power.
By Rebekah Tweed5 years ago in Fiction
Digimon Global Link #1: Digital Craze
<I do not own Digimon. Digimon belongs to Bandai and Toei Animation.> Prologue Digimon Goes Global To truly understand this story, we must start at the very beginning to before these chains of events even started. Let’s go back in time to the day when Gyro Nett first got his digivice and met up with Terriermon. Gyro Nett is a boy with black hair and green eyes. Gyro was just nine-years-old on that fateful day. He was just playing on the computer when it suddenly started glowing. Gyro literally got sucked into the computer screen. He couldn’t comprehend what was going on and he fainted. When he woke up, he was in the Primary Village (from Digimon Adventure) and was confused because he never seen anything like it.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
Theoracism
“The root of Latin can be traced back to the Roman power system’s inclusion in a place called Latium. Though some consider it a dead language, it lives on in numerous English words and other Romantic languages.”
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
HOWL - Hunter's Moon
UNNAMED ROAD NEAR GOLF COURSE FLATWOODS, KENTUCKY - PRESENT DAY Dove sighed as she checked the time on her phone, before turning flipping the keys in the ignition and removing them, casually tossing both objects into the seat beside her. After the conversation with Dr. Thomas, she was pretty damn sure she had a case on her hands, but she wanted to be absolutely sure the girl was worth saving. The recording she’d been sent was...strange. The girl claimed to see what could be described as hellhounds, but what she was seeing was...well...their shadows, was the easiest way to put it. The outlines she described were more akin to what one could see through some blessed eyewear.
By Renee King5 years ago in Fiction
Matthias Scott - Air Pirate; Part 2
The gray sky was lit with a series of white-gold flashes as lightning arced through the heavy, low-hanging clouds. The storm was a large one, and easily powerful enough to be rated as a low-end hurricane. Rain fell in sheets, and thunder rolled, vibrating and shaking the glass of the rigid airship's bridge. Even the very floor of the lighter-than-air vessel's command center jostled like an earthquake, but the cargo carrier's commander, Captain Stirling, didn't issue a single order to take them out of the storm's wrath. He saw this wicked bout of weather as a blessing. The sky lanes had been getting hit more and more often by pirates, and he was so very sure that they wouldn't dare attempt boarding his vessel in such a gale. Unfortunately, he did not know the man that he was destined to be facing this day. The storm would prove to be his undoing, rather than his savior.
By Bastian Falkenrath5 years ago in Fiction