Adventure

The Day God Attacked
If life, twenty-five years worth of time, unbounded, ever reaching for the distant future, can flash before our eyes, why did this single moment linger for eternity? Silver as the underbelly of this self proclaimed God, her hair fluttered, covering her enduring face.
By Alex Yong5 years ago in Fiction
Hole Shaped Heart
It was the year 3094, and the Earth was a mess, full of despair and murder. In a small town west of Missouri, lays a crime scene too beautiful to describe. A young lady lying bloody on the floor surrounded by three bodies, her hand clutching a heart shaped locket, drizzled with a hint of blood. To fully understand the crime scene, one must go back in time precisely three hours, when Kelly was sitting in a country bar nursing a cold beer and watching a baseball game.
By Luke Simpson 5 years ago in Fiction
Duo
The dust kicked up a little and I, with my partner, used the device they were given to count the number of persons in the concrete box we presume is an office. There were very few buildings left. The parts that stood were shifted and molded into other items of use. This block box? This must have been a part of a small dry cleaners. The racks were still present. Nothing is as it was but you could make out a thing or two. It had been nearly seven years since the time of drought and ruin. Nearly seventeen years since the world warred over biological weapons and people whose DNA fit enough to create super soldiers or marvelous monsters. There were actually men and women who depended on the exchange of gases only experienced under water. Yes, we have mer-folk around now.
By Cyndia Romulus5 years ago in Fiction
Baited
I woke up to the world upside down. It could have been from dealing with the wars and mutations that followed, but this time it was because my legs were tied up. Hanging over a swampy lake with a headache and my mouth tasting like copper, I saw a pair of violent eyes stare at me from the murky water. I tried to remember how I got into this situation, and I started to recollect the last few hours.
By William Hammond5 years ago in Fiction
Burn It To The Ground
Growing up on Planet X was the most beautiful and serene experience. It had a singular purple, indigo, and grey aesthetic across the entire planet. Everything was crafted to perfection. This is because it was the creation of my father Alton Milosky, a 20th century visionary. He had come up with the idea. A utopian space that if you could afford the fees then you and your descendants could effectively live-in heaven. Everything was always manicured to perfection, climate controlled, and fully sensory controlled. Soft muted tones, pleasant smells, and ambient lighting always embraced you across the entire planet. There was a system of robots that catered to our every need, and a tribunal government of three leaders who ensured that our utopia continued seamlessly. The tribunal leaders were called The Ultras. Any disputes were presented to them and resolved by their omnipotent authority.
By TC5 years ago in Fiction
The Frog Pond
Don't all stories start with Once Upon a Time? We always point to fairy tales, or fantastical stories, or outright bald-faced lies as Once Upon a Time. But all of our lives are one whole story, broken into readable bits by time. We think fairy tales should have a parable, or even a proverb, at the middle. Like it's some kind of speakable pearl.
By Meredith Harmon5 years ago in Fiction
Sector 9-11
When I dream of my perfect life—the ideal one that only ever exists in my imagination—I envision endless light. The UV rays from the sun beam down on me from above. They envelop every inch of my skin exposed. In this dream, I exist no further than as a houseplant albeit with more complicated emotions. My skin cells photosynthesize the energy into nutrients to support the growth of my limbs as I stretch up and out to reach into the sky. Only once I have made it up into the clouds do I reach transcendence: pure Nirvana. Given this ideality, I can only hope that how I exist in present is as a seedling: expanding and strengthening my roots. The water that stimulates my growth soaks into the soil, my home, and fills me up from the inside. Nourishing me. The darkness that surrounds me exists only temporarily as I gain the resilience to sprout—to thrive—above ground.
By Christine C5 years ago in Fiction
Asher Wells
It's just too perfect, Asher thought, as he smiled with a sinister grin. He stood on a rooftop of an abandoned apartment building overlooking the city. However, his focus was an empty warehouse just across the street from where he stood. Asher knew something of value rested inside that warehouse. So much so that he scaled every inch of the building for weeks. Asher knew every detail associated with the outside of the building. He formulated a well-laid plan to break into the building and steal whatever was inside.
By Josh Lea5 years ago in Fiction
Guerilla
Guerilla “Everybody uses you in one way or another.” This was the stench of sheer unadulterated warfare. Bodies of dead rebels and soldiers littered the battlefield. The aura of this place intrigued me.. Even though I had been groomed since I was a child. This experience was all too real… There were no training dummies or drills taking place, no generals or lieutenants howling down on young reluctant rebels . I couldn’t believe my eyes… I wasn’t ready for this type of scenario… sure we always had prepared for this day but this encounter was much more surreal... yet I was drawn to it, blood rushing , heart pulsating like never before while anxiety and fervor took hold of me violently. Before I realized I was already rushing into battle and losing myself within my own compulsiveness, Soon I had become the hero of the battlefield. Eyes fixated on the conqueror I had become. With each slash, stab, penetration I had begun to lose myself eventually into a dream I found to be pleasant. I wanted more , war cries became a melody, blood an exotic beauty, death as if it had been made just for me. That all too pleasant dream? A nightmare. Me a conqueror? Loser. Hero? Vigilante. I had lost myself in a battle and found myself in the abyss. Finally sentient and conscious when it was too late. I had not only killed our enemies… I had also killed my brethren as well. My friends, mentors, family. This truth I could not accept… rationalize… I’m not sure what happened after that. I awoke in a stranger's home “Guerilla” he called me.
By S.D. Martin5 years ago in Fiction
King of the World
Now available in print in Apocalyptales: Judgment Day, a collection of stories of the apocalypse. Listen to the recorded story on Spotify:
By Stephen A. Roddewig5 years ago in Fiction
Locket of the Sky
Search Party 22, entry #1, year 2072 The world is ending. The ground hasn’t stopped shaking and the sky has been filled with lightning and storms for years. It all started after the world came into existence, and the earth first moved, and the sky gave life breath. For eons, the living embodiment of the Earth, Gaia, and the embodiment of the sky, Uranus, loved each other with all their hearts. They created all life on the planet and ensured the survival of everything upon her body and in the heavens. The two were made for each other in every sense, but one day, Uranus’ eyes began to wonder on the women of the world, and Gaia felt betrayed at his actions. The very first storm was their first fight, and it raged for days as they shouted and fought over what Uranus had done. In the end, he apologized to his love for his mistake, and the storm finally subsided, but sadly, things did not end there.
By Erich Gaudet5 years ago in Fiction
Chaotic Neutral
Three days without a single bite of food. The sudden and intense sensation inside her belly made Leila burst into tears! She put her weeping face in her hands. She hates this. She hates all of this.
By Oswald Angulo5 years ago in Fiction