He gazed at the sun as sweat rolled down his face, he had been at his task since the sun crested the mountaintop, and now it was close to the tree line. He knew darkness would be here soon, and he was making little progress. He raised his hand again, steadied it, as he had done hundreds of time today, focusing, and then hurling the rock against the black slate, and finally this time it relented. I...

He put the last item into the cardboard box. It was a water bottle, covered almost entirely in stickers from tip to toe. The plastic that was still visable was scratched, any original lettering on it long faded. Stickers of outdoors brands, breweries, national parks, a short timeline of things that had once sparked a joyful memory in his brothers mind. The Yosemite sticker front and center, bring...

Entering the room, was like entering a hospital. The walls were bright white, with not even a scratch let a lone a poster or art adorned on them. The floor was smooth white tile, and as I stepped inside the clicking of my shoes on it almost seemed to echo in this hollow space. There was a bed, if you can call it that. It was little more than a floating aluminum sheet, just wide and long enough for...

She looked at the smooth skin of the machine, its eyes wide, softly looking back at her, a smile drawn perfectly across the surface of its face. Even though she was only nine, she could tell that this was not quite human, but it was humanlike. She reached out and touched it, and as she did it exclaimed in an overly cheerful tone “Greetings! So nice to meet you! I am Bobot-733#2. Whats your name?”...

As the door creaked open light spilled into the dust filled air, the rays of light the first to fall upon this space in hundreds of years. As my eyes cast around the room I noticed walls of books, everything covered in that thick dust that lay suspended in the air. Then, something caught my eye, I took a few steps into the room to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me. I gazed at the floor, knee...

A shriek was let out from someone in the crowd, which quickly turned to screams of panic. The massed crowd had already started to run in any and all directions, their unmasked terror driving them forward, fleeing for their lives. I still couldn’t get a good look at what was at the centre of all this, but it never crossed my mind to turn and run like the others. These were my people, they needed m...