Chrystal Hynek
Stories (2/0)
As I Lay Here
As I lay here, wide awake, the sounds are overwhelming. I hear the leaves rustle behind the broken boards that are left of the broken wall. I hear the howl of the wolves in the woods. I hear the buzzing of the flies by the hole filled ceiling. As I lay here, wide awake, I wonder if I’ll ever be warm again. If I’ll ever see my mother, who kept me inside for so long. I am scared. I am alone. I hide, behind the old stacks of hay inside the worn down barn. I traveled far from my warm, safe home to be in this dump. Now I wonder, will I starve to death here? I hear my stomach growling and I can’t help but wonder why I left to begin with.
By Chrystal Hynek3 years ago in Humans
The Diary of the Last Lady
January 12, 2025 It has been 3 years since I’ve seen my family, or anyone at all for that matter. If my calculations are correct, and they usually are, the year is 2025, which means that I have been alone for 3 years. Since the start of the pandemic that caused the end of the world. My name is Kaci, and this is the story of how I came to be the last person on Earth.
By Chrystal Hynek3 years ago in Fiction