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Rachel
Night, late: A good, black darkness. The moon is hiding, so I slip past the night patrol more easily this time. I duck behind the East line of empty cages, images flashing: the young ones that fought back and paid for it, the old ones that wore out quickly.
By Calvin Marty3 years ago in Fiction
Relentless Search
It has been years since I last saw the sun without the constant dust clouds covering it. If it were not for my own reflection of my eyes, I think I would have forgotten what the color green looked like. I remember these hills of Texas when I was a kid with my mom, rolling green pastures are now bare and dust, burned by the sun and no one keeping them going. I remember my former life as I drink and splash water on my face. They used to be beautiful before the world went to hell. I am glad my mom was gone before we came back here, she would be heartbroken to see the world her beloved hill country has become. “Kady, come on!” Lark’s voice intrudes on my memories. I look up at my best friend. Lark is not very tall, but her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail with her bright blue eyes shining with mischief, but she is fast, and her size will mislead anyone who comes against us. She keeps me going.
By Kandice Weger-Herrera3 years ago in Fiction
God of Pain
Twelve seconds. That’s how long I made it yesterday. Nine seconds the day before. Eight the day before that. Progress, I keep telling myself. Something to hold on to. A number. A goal. A motivation. To live. To kill. A motivation is a heart that beats. A single drop of blood that can be pushed all the way to one little, middle finger, to deliver that final ‘fuck you’ to the eyes of anyone who was sick and twisted enough to still look anymore. To watch. I could feel their eyes on me. The sick bastards. Or bitch? Guess I might like that. No. Remember. One more ‘fuck you’. That would be good enough. For now.
By Matt Owens3 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Fire
Day 1 I was supposed to be on that spaceship, the one carrying my parents and friends far away from this dying planet. It was one of forty massive ships transporting the remnants of humanity to a newly discovered inhabitable planet in a far off solar system with a younger sun, unlike our sun that was at the end of its life. It started with the usual power outages and electromagnetic disturbances disabling cell towers and television signals. All of this had happened before. But then the air started rapidly heating up, the atmosphere giving warning that something new was taking place. The government had been preparing for this for some time, building ships and planning our evacuation. But they hadn’t yet finished their plan by the time giant solar flares began bursting through the atmosphere and burning up cities around the world. It was time to leave – immediately.
By Ashley Tilghman3 years ago in Fiction
"Come find me"
A prevailing sense of hopelessness permeated everything down to the atoms in the faint breeze that whisked by the structures outside. The world that existed before was nothing but a dream. The color palette of the vibrant community and bustling town filled with loving families had disappeared. The color was sucked out of the world, and everything was blanketed in shades of characterless grey and dull blacks. Nobody ever cracked jokes or smiled. The seasons all became nonexistent, and the world became one long winter except it was ash, not snow, perpetually falling from above. The world before seemed to have never existed. The government that once promised paradise left us to waste away, and so did Grace’s mom.
By Kawan Glover3 years ago in Fiction
The Scream
From behind my eyelids the sun colored my dreams in red. The man was screaming, arms outstretched in my direction, behind him a small boy with curly hair with a look of fear on his face mouthed the word “Momma”. When I opened my eyes they were gone, replaced with the debris and dust and myself amongst the rubble. I sat up, a searing pain spread from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I instinctively touched the top of my head , a warm thick liquid oozing out. My legs were pinned by a large pile of concrete and it appeared that I was in some sort of crater of wreckage , a bomb maybe? where is everyone? am I the only survivor ? Taking a deep breath I tried to steady my nervous heart, being alone and wounded is not the time to panic, or at least that’s what I had been taught. I? I thought to myself. The next question I asked myself brought on a bigger sense of panic, Who am I ?
By Veronica lee3 years ago in Fiction
A Heavy Heart
‘In death do we find peace? Or do we continue to live within the sorrows our heartfelt as we left our loved ones.” My heart feels heavy as I lay these flowers to rest upon your grave. The sky is clear, no clouds in sight. I wish you could see the beauty that has settled on the land. The silence is calming, I never expected to enjoy it in such peace again.
By Sara Hetherington3 years ago in Fiction
Humanity - what a riddle
You, like everyone else, stay away from me; You walk carefully on this tightrope we call life — hoping you won’t have to make that choice on that day during that time with that person in that place. You stay oblivious. You claim autonomy, you fight for it, SCREAM for it, bleed for it - but you blame outcomes on fate, on authority you do not own, on others because, well, it is what it is, right?
By TheyCallMe_Ritz3 years ago in Fiction
The Great Nuclear War
I was beginning to think it would never end. The sound of sirens every single night, people above screaming in fear as they ran from the explosions. I didn't dare open up the hatch to take a peak... all it would take is one person to notice and my bunker would be overwhelmed. The mega rush of crowds trying to breach the door, the families screaming to save their kids. It would have been absolute chaos, more so than it already was. I couldn't even save my own family, my own flesh and blood. I tried to warn my wife that it was coming but she just wouldn't listen, told me I was delusional. She was up in Denver visiting her mother when the first bomb hit. Obviously the primary target was Washington DC but after that first explosion... the entire US was on high alert, no-one could enter or leave the town they were currently in.
By Ashley Bainbridge3 years ago in Fiction