A harrowing tale of survival and love amidst the ruins of a post-apocalyptic world. Follow Al and Betty’s quest through desolation to reconnect with family, grappling with the remnants of their past and the stark realities of a collapsed society.
Dana tore through the Obsidian Plaza Hotel, despatching security with ease. Her body had cost a pretty penny, but her speed, reflexes, and combat capabilities were unrivalled. All four limbs and her torso had been replaced with top of the line Linneman Industries augmentations. It was ironic she was on her way to assassinate their president, Charles Linneman.
Dana burst into the penthouse suite to find Linneman and his entourage eating dinner.
“Nice augs,” said Linneman. “Shame you didn’t buy our firewalls, too.”
Linneman manipulated a holographic interface in his palm, and Dana began dancing.
“Tonight’s entertainment, gentlemen!” he cried.
Rich Rurshell
Rich Rurshell is a horror, fantasy, and science fiction writer. From his Suffolk, England home, he ponders the existence of the sinister, the fantastic, and the downright terrifying, explores the darker side of life and what lies within, and celebrates the beauty in the world and what lies beyond.
Facebook: @RichRurshellAuthor
Ren stood on the gore-slicked dancefloor, blood sluicing down her armour. Dancing holograms still gyrating in the wet smears, and the pounding music seemingly quiet in the absence of screams.
Staring, smiling, at what remained of the Syndicate Children—the Cool Kids.
They had made me, saved me, she sneered at that thought. They had taken her dead, junkie’s body, fused armour-scale tech to it, trained it to kill.
Made her into this abomination.
***
Ren sat on a ledge, 172 floors above the street, combat boots swinging.
Whispering, “Cool Kids never sleep.”
Leaning forward, she pushed off.
Falling—finally—to sleep.
S Jade Path
S Jade Path is a fledgling author of small fiction and a prolific creator of dark poetry. She has had a life-long obsession with crawling into the depths of the psyche and forging shadows into words. Her work parallels this penchant for delving into the fantastical and strolling amongst demons. Follow her on Facebook: SJadePath
A tale of survivors facing mysterious lights on the ocean’s horizon.
As hope and fear collide, their journey unveils shocking truths.
In this post-apocalyptic saga, humanity’s last remnants confront their destiny.
Will salvation or peril emerge from the depths?
Garzo grabbed my shoulder.
“Quick, check the prime stream.”
I tuned in. The newscast flickered over my vision, showing our movement’s spokesperson, Sister No1, smiling.
“Glorious day!” she said. “Our struggle against Pleasure Inc is finally over!”
I frowned. Didn’t the megacorp still control our water supply and the air farms?
Then the CEO of Pleasure Inc stepped up to Sister No1’s side.
“This morning,” he said, “Pleasure Inc bought out the Anarcho-Libertarian Collective, including its records, assets…”
He held out a trigger, thumb at the ready. My neuro-implants began to itch.
“…and the life support codes of its operatives.”
Joel R. Hunt
Joel R. Hunt is a writer, proofreader, ex-teacher, and part-time human currently residing in the UK. He has a passion for horror, science fiction, and all things bizarre. His drabbles and other short stories can be found in a range of anthologies by Black Hare Press, Eerie River Publishing, and Paper Djinn Press, among others, and he posts daily microstories on Twitter. Updates and examples of his work can be found at The Weird Worlds of Joel R Hunt.
Eva Mae’s extraordinary gift challenges the boundaries of life and death. Set against the 1930s Depression-era backdrop, this tale of hope and spiritual awakening will captivate anyone intrigued by the supernatural.
On a snowy evening, Henry’s life takes a haunting turn on the Merry Christmas Bridge. Caught between reality and the supernatural, he confronts his past in a chilling tale of redemption and guilt. Will he find forgiveness or succumb to the icy depths below?
Discover the melody of the soul in a world where every note counts, and every life has a price.
The woman walked alone.
“She’ll have food tokens,” Jenna said.
Five men nodded. Jenna fingered the trigger of the holo-knife she’d stolen from a rival; it fooled scans and would leave a pretty hole.
They cornered the woman at a junction, weapons raised. Golden eyes flickered. Jenna’s gut clenched. It was a droid mole: a trap to catch rebels.
It opened its mouth. Scorching flames shot out, burning Jenna’s men to a crisp. Jenna screamed. The flames were hot, but the burn of the dragon-droid’s laser planting a chip in her heart was worse.
She bowed. “What is your command?”
Charlotte Langtree
Charlotte Langtree is an author and poet from the North of England, and her works have been published by the Inner Circle Writers’ Magazine, WPC Press, The Poet, Iron Faerie Publishing, Paper Djinn Press, and Black Hare Press. You can find her online on Facebook or at Charlotte Langtree Author/Poet.
One decision could change everything.