Humanity
Doomsday Diary
Nirgal, 18th Thrassa, 348 Tomorrow is another monthly meeting. This one can’t come soon enough, though. The Agents have been on my case ever since I mentioned the gold necklace to Maria. She must be a fink. I thought I could trust her.
Yolanda JohnstonPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Big Show
The Big Show June 28th, 2021 As we neared the end of the world, it seemed that nobody noticed or even cared. It was business as usual, and the sound of endless beeping became a familiar sound as the final hour approached.
David KatzPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Gifts of Malum
Since time began, Mother Nature saw to the balance of all life in the universe. All was well, until an entity named Malum discovered the existence of Earth, and man. To gain their trust, he imitated their form and appeared before them, bearing what he tricked man into believing were four gifts; Greed, malice, hate, and power. Unknowing, man accepted his gifts, by so doing, allowed these forces into the hearts of every member of their race, corrupting their very nature.
Sarah SmothersPublished 3 years ago in EarthArcani
Once upon a time there was no time. Then suddenly there were all sorts of things like H20, gas and minerals. While each element is what holds the balance of life, I am in favor of the rocks.
Anala VieamantePublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Key to Everything
The Key To Everything Obsideon woke to the shrill sound of an alarm. Through bleary eyes he reached out to smack his phone into oblivion. He patted around blindly, finding that his phone was not the nuisance. “waa the hell” Obsideon mumbled, he checked the time and was bewildered when he saw it was 4:36 in the morning, “Fuckin A” he groaned, this better not be some lame-ass prank his housemate Eve, who was prone to delinquent behavior ever since she drank whiskey from her baby bottle-so the story goes, was up to. The alarm was still screaming for justice when he whipped the covers off. “EVE TURN THIS SHIT OFF”. Obsideon listened for a moment to see if his bellow reached Eve’s ears on the top floor of the loft they shared. After a moment or two of no response he decided the only way to end the madness was to stop it at its source. He threw on a pair of shorts and prepared for the invasion when something made him pause, why would Eve be behind this when it would affect her too? That is not how that woman operates, Obsideon thought humorlessly. One way or another he would find who was causing this mayhem, and there would be hell to pay. His fury would only be quelled by compensation of his choosing, preferably in the form of Eve’s coveted Edibles’ or better yet a case of the liquid gold he called Miller Highlife. He practically slipped on his own saliva as he stormed up the stairs. Victory would be his.
Creice Vere Emrin ValetiPublished 3 years ago in EarthHeart of the Turtle
As I lay there my mind swims through thoughts. I feel the cool dark earth on my bare skin. The deep lake blue tarp that covers my lean to waves in the warm breeze. Memories of my childhood in Michigan floods in. Water is a common counterpart to these memories. Rock hunting agates and swimming in icy Lake Superior. Watching freightors pass by along the banks of the Detroit River sounding their bellowing horns. Heads bobbing up and down in the waves of Lake Michigan. Endless hours of underwater handstands and pretending to be a mermaid in pools, lakes...water.
Kayleigh CullenPublished 3 years ago in EarthAnyway, I'm Sarah
They say, “An asteroid obliterated the dinosaurs, and war caused the collapse of Rome.” However, Earth and its inhabitants are resilient. We always rebuild. We always advance. So, why is it that in the year 2029, I’m writing my final words on an old piece of cardboard by candlelight? It’s not just because the crazed men upstairs, who threw me in this damp cellar, were kind enough to give me a candle. It’s not just because whoever died in this rat infested hell before me left a broken pencil. No, it all started with the bees. Bees!
Mother
Using only moonlight, she found the key, cleverly hidden in the moss under one of the rocks along a pathway leading up to the side door. It opened easily and, evidenced by the lack of prints in the dust on the floor, she was the first to have entered or exited since...
Jeanette CavePublished 3 years ago in EarthWhat there once was
It was the year 3658 and the world was not what it once was. The ground was hard and bare, except for all the buildings. The place where I love is pretty much deserted and was once known as Miami. It used to be full of life here or so I was told. It was before my time that this place was thriving and beautiful. I'm Ady and this is how the world came to be.
Christian WilsonPublished 3 years ago in EarthI'm Late...
As I pace back and forth, my mind is going a million miles an hour. Where is he? Did something happen? He is never late? I can’t do this alone. Why couldn’t we have died with the other ninety-nine percent of the world? Why did we survive? I feel myself starting to hyperventilate. My breathing becomes erratic, and my chest is getting tight. I let myself slide down the wall and I clutch my knees. As much as I want to cry right now, I can’t, I won’t. I reach for my neck and grasp my necklace. A delicate gold heart-shaped locket. The locket was a gift from my parents on my thirteenth birthday. It was my mother’s, and it was her mother’s. A dainty but potent family heirloom around my neck. Inside is a picture of my parents and me as a baby. It is the only thing I have that has any sentimental meaning or significance, and it’s because I was wearing it when it all happened. It happened all so quickly, it is hard to remember it clearly. I was standing in the kitchen going through my normal morning routine. The smell of coffee brewing wafted through the kitchen. I was reaching for my mug, and that is when it happened. The ground started to shake. I dropped my mug and it smashed into a million pieces. I was frozen. I had never experienced an earthquake before. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. The shaking continued and what followed was the loudest, sharpest noise I have ever heard. The sound was so intense I fell to the ground and cupped my ears for reprieve. I passed out from the pain. When I awoke, I noticed blood on the floor. I caught my reflection on the metal of my toaster that was now on the floor lying next to me. My ears were bleeding. I had a faint ringing in my ears that just wouldn’t stop. I picked myself up off the floor. My home was in total disarray. I tried to turn on the news, but the power was out. I quickly grabbed my keys and went into my garage and tried the radio in my car. The national emergency broadcast was blaring from the speakers, but no details on what happened. I guess I had so much adrenaline and cortisol running through my veins at that time that I made the bold move to look outside. It was a beautiful clear day, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, but it was quiet. No birds chirping, no dogs barking, no alarms, no sirens, just silence. That is when I started to notice the blood. I felt my knees start to buckle. There was so much blood. It was dotted up and down my street like a bad rash. The warm acidic regurgitation made its way up my throat as I started to gag. That’s when I met Tom, he had just come out of his house. He ran over to me, and I was startled. I noticed the trail of blood from his ears as well. He asked if I was okay. I shook my head no. Tom helped me up. That is how our relationship started. Not the Nacy Meyer’s romantic comedy I had always hoped and dreamed for when it came to meeting my person, but the geomagnetic electrical storm that wiped out the majority of humanity was our meet-cute.
Molly SilverPublished 3 years ago in EarthTheir Purpose
THEIR PURPOSE They shot rapid dogs in Chernobyl, to prevent the spread of radiation. That was in 1986, almost fifty years ago this year. If only they knew that it would happen again 45 years later, this time to the entire planet. The people only pacified because of the new vaccine, it had been issued only two years before the incident, and stopped sickness and death from radiation, their resistance to it grown stronger.
Elizabeth ButlerPublished 3 years ago in EarthTears and Dust
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I am looking at his face with my own eyes. It lasts for only a moment before the prickling wave of emotion grips my throat and blurs my vision as tears gush forth unhindered. My body starts to tremble within the coarse fabric of my strafe suit, and I sink to my knees in the dust. Great pulses of long suppressed memories wrack my body with sobs as overwhelming sorrow, mixed with inexplicable joy, struggles to break free. I feel my eyelashes catch as I try to blink, unseeing, through the flood of tears. I let myself go, rolling onto my side and surrendering to the unstoppable tide of grief, the catalyst of my pain still clutched in my gloved hand.
Lincoln YoungPublished 3 years ago in Earth