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Those that wish us dead.
You would think that having an enormous sum of wealth and resources would keep you out of trouble despite the state in which the world sleeps. We all did… and for a while, it actually worked. Keeping the rebellion at bay while we designed our own safe havens, locked away from insurrectionists and those willing to betray humanity for a better taste of life that wasn’t exactly denied to them.
By Drew Perkins5 years ago in Fiction
The Picturehouse
The day the Rektor Pure was installed a few people from town came in to watch. There had been a billboard put up a couple of months prior at the freeway exit, emblazoned with "Rektor Pure - Coming to Bay Street Cinema August 29th. The cooler way to watch" and a picture of a smiling couple cuddled up in a cinema love seat (though neither the couple nor the love seat would ever be found at Bay Street). The company that owned the cinema had diversified into air conditioning around two years prior and had already rolled them out to many locations across the country. After one of the first super scorchers killed a couple of geriatrics and forced schools to close around 8 years ago, John remembered overhearing an executive explain “It’s all in cooling now, doesn’t matter what’s on the screen, it’s the air-con that puts bums in seats” and this felt like something of a personal slight to John who loved movies. He watched it happen though, and in the following years, as soon as the first too hot day hit in late September the lines in the box office began to swell.
By Angus Burns5 years ago in Fiction
Princess In A Tower
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, a princess lived in a tower. We shan’t bother going into too much detail regarding what the princess looked like, because let’s be honest, you’re all going to imagine her differently anyway.
By Sachi Petrohilos5 years ago in Fiction
Two Lovers
It was dark, stormy night. Well, actually it wasn’t, but most stories about babies being born begin on dark stormy nights, and this tale is not about to the be the exception to that rule. Stereotypes exist for a reason. So now that we have that out of the way, we can focus on the important parts of the story. A baby was being born, who cares about the weather?
By Sachi Petrohilos5 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix Day
San Francisco 2040 July 7th, 12:00 AM “Today is dull,” I think to myself walking to my apartment "I wish life was more exciting” I open my front door enter my house, but before I can close my door, I hear a loud whooshing sound and the sound of sheer fear and terror, I run into the front yard to see everyone in the streets looking up in fear, I then looked with them to see what looked like a phoenix diving down to its prey, a helpless prey with no ability to avoid its fiery talons, and no way of fighting back then just before it comes to claim its prey, it's easy to kill, everything goes black.
By Lenell Chandler5 years ago in Fiction
Walking In The Dark
The beautiful thing about walking in the dark, is that you never quite know where you are going. Oh, I suppose technically we might have a vagueish idea, but because we can’t see very far ahead, it’s essentially a journey of faith, every time. Have you ever wondered what happens to those bits of the world that you can’t see? What do they get up to, unobserved in dim starlight?
By Sachi Petrohilos5 years ago in Fiction
A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE
The winter wind is blowing like snot across Saskatchewan as my two friends and I huddle in a half-ton truck, the heat cranked high to warm our frigid bodies. As we bump along a frozen deeply rutted road leading to a highway, which leads to another butt-fuck town, I wonder where we will spend the night. My friend Rex Smith is driving, and I’m squished between him and his brother Cyril on the front seat, which I suppose is the back seat too, since there is only one seat in the truck. Rex has a contract to hook up underground telephone lines all over the province and to think I left balmy Vancouver Island for a couple of weeks to be with my friends without pay; not my idea of a winter vacation; busty-blondes sipping pinacolatos stretched out beside a pool in a Mexican resort was more to my liking but I doubted my wife would have approved.
By Len Sherman5 years ago in Fiction
before the end
No one lived anymore. I mean really lived. No one laughed, no one dreamed, no one loved. It wasn't allowed. The sky was gray, such a uniform and unchanging gray that all the color seemed leeched from the world. Gloomy, heavy, and dull. Overcast with a thunderous foreboding of control. I wished for drumbeats, for peace, for music, or dance. I wished that the sky would ever break its formation and let out the ozone, to smell fresh air and feel thunder shake the walls and reverberate in my chest. I wasnt a child when the Black Army took control.I could still remember the thrill of running through a rainstorm, feeling soaked to the bone and the cozy comfort of dry skin and clothes after coming in, as outside the storm raged.
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Fiction
Chaos
Daylight came streaming in through the cheap metal blinds that were hanging in the narrow window. Chris laid still, watching the sunlit lines slowly climb across the quilt that covered his stomach and legs. Sleep had not easily come the night before. He knew the apartment was as safe as a place could be these days, but it was not soundproof. The screeching and banging had carried on until just before dawn, and even in his exhaustion, he had not been able to close his eyes for more than ten minutes at a time. “I should be used to this by now,” he moaned dryly. His back ached from the lumpy mattress he had carried over from the destroyed apartment across the hall. The small room he had chosen to shelter in was the cleanest he could find, but it was still garbage-strewn and the air was rancid. Sitting up, his muscles ached from the tense night. He had known better than to travel alone this far south, the woods farther north were almost untouched by the terror in the city. As Samantha had died slowly from cancer that came before the chaos, he had promised her he would find other survivors, that he would not be alone. “Bullshit,” he said gruffly, shaking his head, tears stinging his eyes.
By Kai Michelle5 years ago in Fiction
