Being an escort in this day and age is hard work. It’s even harder when a meteor hits the planet and takes out most of the fuckable population. But what is a slut to do? You make yourself sexy and sell that ass, cos what else is there to do? Clean up the rubbish from destroyed buildings? Go through other wreckage and pick through them like a fucking vulture? No fucking way. The way I see it, this planet is on the shortlis...

"Bless me, Mother, for I have sinned." "Are your sins of the flesh?" "Always." "Then proclaim them to the convent, that we may rejoice in them." The sisters leaned in to hear, the excitement already palpably transmitted through their Implants. Confession had become everyone's favourite hour since the Conversion. "I have taken men and women in my bed, and..." "This is the language of the past, daughter. Do not fear to name...

It was too dark outside to see anything. All you could do was hear. The footsteps, the heavy breathing, the panic as the duo ran for their lives. Darkness was preferred – light meant flashlights, and that meant that the very people they were running from were catching up to them. They knew not where they were running to, just who and what they were running from. After too long a time spent making their lungs bleed and leg...

Ten hours and two diversionary loops off the trail and we haven’t shaken the four Hybrids that are tracking us - one man and three women. They're good, no doubt, and even with Lainey’s seemingly unshakable belief that I’m some kind of a superhero, she’s beginning to sense my concern. As a hunter, I’m hardly a match for a Hybrid at my very best and our shortage of quality victuals as of late has left me less than ready for...

The man sat quietly, on the edge of the Shield, his feet but a few meters above the water. His broad shoulders and masses of muscle still made him seem a tiny little thing, next to the awesome size of the dike, dwarfing in concrete splendor the whole city it was built to protect from the ever rising seas. On the horizon, he looked at the Concorde, darting away on the mirror sea. He had asked for the crane to help empty he...

When the world goes to shit, there is nothing to be done but to find someone to fuck, that’s what I always say. Find me a nice abandoned bar with a good stock of bourbon, some rope, and someone to call master, and I’m set. My name is Steph. I was out stealing some rope from a military compound when Raven found me. He was a renegade like me. Rugged and dirty, but with that well-kept look in his eye of privilege that said h...

Kay knocked on the door and entered the room, as she had been told todo. As she walked in the director stood up from behind his desk and beckoned her in. "Good morning Katherine, or may I call you Kay?" he said. "Good morning Mr. Director, you can call me Kay if you want to," Kay replied. Kay looked slightly to her right, noticing the resident doctor, Dr. Yip. Yip leaned against the office wall, arms folded, legs crossed...

I am leaving this record for the future. I imagine that people in the future might imagine that life right after The Plague was much different than it was. But since I am writing for the future, let me explain what The Plague was. It was a disease that reached pandemic proportions, in the year 20XX, and which targeted almost solely males, with a mortality rate well over 90%. Women were mostly unaffected by the disease, th...