Stories tagged “nuclear”

  • Operation White Knife, shot Octagon. Successful.

    Mark Two thousand and forty eight pulses of coherent light belch from their emitters. Mark Two thousand and forty eight pulses of coherent light strike the sphere of ballotechnics, uniformly igniting it. Mark The massive wave of heat reaches the tamper...

  • 1SQ

    Sleep. Needed. Deep. “Set Condition 1SQ” Awake, suddenly alert. “Man Battle Stations Missile for strategic launch” Up, Awake, dive into the poopie suit, run aft, swinging through hatchways before they close. At the Panel, electr...

    • Author: N2UX
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
  • A Event of Nuclear Proportions

    He was sleeping when the bomb went off. The explosion didn’t wake him, he was a heavy sleeper. No, what woke him was the body that went flying through his window, only to slam against the wall, leaving a trail of blood and an arm lying on the bed...

  • A Sinking Sun. A Rising Fear.

    Day 206 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry number 151. Time 11:41 PM. Temperature 53 degrees Fahrenheit. This is my third night sleeping under the Atlantic sky, and each night I fear more and more. I fear of the world as it looks from space. No more of...

  • Drift

    From the London Globe and Mail, November 4, 2009: REUTERS — Top scientists and military are being called into London so as to devise a plan by which the extent of nuclear radiation on the Isles’ soil shall be minimalised. The matter was tab...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
  • Delayed Gratification

    Nora swallowed part of her doughnut, asked, “Good news?”, and took another bite. “Yes,” Ted responded, head cocked so the telephone receiver would not fall. “GlaxoSmithKline’s willing to front us some cancer drugs. A...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • But On Second Thought…

    Everything went white for a moment—then as one, we turned and looked north to where the mushroom cloud was slowly rising over the city. Moments later, a hot wind stirred our clothing, no doubt carrying with it microscopic particles of death that woul...

  • They're Not Real

    “C’mon. It was just a movie.” Mike tried to hide his smile. “What if a nuclear catastrophe waits around the corner?” “Then the bugs will be a hundred times bigger than they are now. Possibly even carnivorous.” ...

  • Goodbye, Blue Sky

    It was quiet. Some would say “too quiet”, but she didn’t go in for that kind of cliche. A gentle breeze caressed her body and annoyingly pushed her hair into her eyes. The sun was out. Warm. Here in this open field, far from the cacophony of TV n...

    • Author: Cody Walton
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Now...how to get home?

    5 minutes ago, fate, luck, & divine intervention interceded on Ben’s behalf. He was not particularly religious, but that didn’t prevent him from saying a few Allahu Akbar’s & Thank You Jesus’s. 5 minutes ago, Ms. Hill wa...

    • Author: Elmore Jr
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
  • Intro to Physics

    Professor Benning glanced up from his notes. He thought perhaps one of the fluorescent lights overhead had burned out in a brilliant last gasp. Most of the students were staring out the lecture hall windows. He cleared his throat, trying to draw their ...

    • Author: Devin Parker
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • A Vision of Equality

    The cracks in the road were growing. The mob, wild and panicked, like stampeding cows, was a mass of crushing flesh writhing across the rubble. The edges of the massive human beast began to fray as the way forwards became tighter. The animal’s si...

  • Last Man Standing

    August 19, 2089 18:00 “It’s your call.” CapCom buzzed over the radio. August 19, 2089 09:00 A small window was the only view Criss had. For 15 hours the window showed nothing but black with stars sprinkled around. The next 9 hours w...

    • Author: Osiris
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
  • Now Here's An Alt-History I Can Get Behind

    I clawed my way out of undreaming sleep, back to the here and now. Where was here? Opened my eyes: instrument panel; switches, dials, segmented red LEDs. And a floating grease pencil. Right. I did a self-test for aches or pain. Not too bad. The muscle ...

    • Author: kyle90
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
  • Weapons of Mass Distraction

    My name is Alan Stanley. I live in Fulton, Missouri. I manage a Radio Shack. And I was America’s nuclear failsafe. Some no-nonsense military men showed up one evening, all crisp dress uniforms and grim looks. Each year, they explained, a citizen ...

    • Author: kyle90
    • Posted 9 months ago.
    • 4 out of 5