Humanity
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 EarthThe Sickness
I tread lightly across the forest floor, not wanting to disturb the crisp brown leaves from their resting place after falling from the canopy of trees above. It was the kind of place that had the potential to be beautiful. Branches perfect for the sun to creep through, creating shadows that dance through the foliage as the breeze bounces over the greenery. The potential however, would never be realized. The years for the sun to break through the clouds and warm the earth were long over, and the trees would never again be full and green. This thought used to leave me unsettled, but like with most things, time took over and my spirit became hardened to such feelings.
Avary HaguePublished 3 years ago in EarthAmong Young Maple Trees
The day dawned crisp and clear. It was a cloudless sky, and the sun rose high above the compound. Even with the slight breeze that came with the unspoiled day, soon, the heatwaves would sweep the area, and they would need to retreat inside. Mornings like this were rare around this time of the year, and so, Janine and Vita decided to head out to the place they discovered together when they first relocated here. It was a small patch in the woods, filled with a cluster of young maple trees, that had begun growing out again. It was the one stretch of greenery that felt astir with life; the rest appeared almost barren and desolate as one would usually see in an average winter. For Janine, it was an untouched part of the disordered world they had now come to gain.
Chloe VerhoefPublished 3 years ago in EarthBeauty Behind It All
The end of the world as we had known it wasn’t a simple task to complete. It wasn’t my task but my take on it was that the shadows of our sad souls were too gloomy to manifest salvation in safe ways. Safe ways would have involved creating a safer law scheme that included laws that would be in the energy of the world where these laws would never be able to break due to the preventions that the energy holds. Morality needed in all peoples where we as a whole human race set aside our differences for the sake of the planet. It was too late for that. The sake of our planet was in our hands and those holding us down under never concluded the fact that the end was ever so close. Closer than anyone could have assumed. It was a spontaneous happening and it wasn’t scary alone but more than that and more frightening, more than screech blaring madness, and more than horrible of a mess that had left us dead.
Keanna BarryPublished 3 years ago in EarthZombieland
Three days to reach Seattle before the Emerald City shuts its’ borders with the outside world. We have three days to cross what used to be The United States of America without being detected by The Riders of The Golden Dawn.
David OlsonPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Great Tear
“On the count of three, run as fast as you can!” yelled Payden at her little brother. The violent winds whipped the debris around the siblings. Payden looked around the corner. When the coast was clear she counted to three.
Dawn SummersPublished 3 years ago in EarthIf a Tree Falls...
Thwack... thwack... thwack... thwack Ugh, here it is at last. I suppose millions before me he had to look down at two supposedly intelligent bipeds taking turns swinging axes into their trunks, but for a fully conscious tree it really could have been quite traumatic if it weren’t for my accepting my fate years ago. At least I don’t have nerves. I do feel bad for the recently dispatched human in a tie dyed coverall a few yards away though. Why does my inner monologue sound like Alan Rickman?
David HenryPublished 3 years ago in EarthCan We Sew Peace by Morning
It's a different kind of war, mostly hidden, yet right in front of our noses. And every body is on the front lines. Back in 2003 when war with Iraq began, I was troubled with the thought, "Not another war," as I lay down to sleep. Had I not made my young children become "conscientious objectors" back in the 1970's when the Vietnam war was in full force? Had not the veterans of World War I, in 1914, fought what they thought would be "the last war ever fought?" And the Civil War before that; Oh my God! Do we ever learn from our history? When I woke up in the morning, I made this quilt of women "sewing" their hopes and dreams into a new world, the sun of a new day rising and their prayers showing in their faces as they sew, the fringe showing that the world they dream of is not yet complete.
Carol BridgesPublished 3 years ago in Earth