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Finding Vera
Alina eyed the slight girl who was offering water to the people seated at the tables in the small waiting area. She was a skinny little thing, with thin brown hair hanging past her shoulders and partially covering her face.
Katie LynnPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Secret Mountain
Aadi stood at the top of the mountain surveying the ruins. He remembered how beautiful the earth once was five years ago before a plague called LB3 swept through the entire earth wiping out almost all living things. Now the air was polluted making it unsafe to stay outside for long periods of time and the sun could not beam through the permanent cloud that hovered over the earth.
ROSA n JAMESPublished 3 years ago in FictionCarrington 2.0
He was a prepper geek, stashing stuff “just in case”, always talking about this thing called the Carrington Event that happened in 1857 and that it would happen again, and this time it would be very bad.
David BrumbaughPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Dark Heart of War
The breeze whistled as it twisted its way through the stark tree branches, prompting a stray dried leaf to float towards the ground. Faint sunlight streamed down from the gray sky, bathing the forest floor in dappled shadows. As her wispy brunette hair whipped across her face, a small-framed girl crouched among the bushes, utilizing the thicket as cover. The world was cold and still, aside from the gusts of wind that would occasionally ravage the landscape around her. She had grown accustomed to this lonely reality.
Ashley KenyonPublished 3 years ago in FictionFollow The Heart
The men continued to shout as I jumped over upturned roots and rolled under low hanging branches. The rhythmic bounce of the heart-shaped locket against my chest matched the resounding beat of my heart, staccatoed by the pepper of gunfire and the piercing air of flying bullets. They still trailed far behind me, but there was a whole army of them; all of this over an innocuous necklace. ‘Was all of this worth it?’ I pushed the thought out of my head as quickly as it had entered. ‘Of course. It’s everything.’
Mathew 'Chase' GladdenPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Dead-Hauler
I stand here among the dead. Their eyes opened wide and their gaze piercing, even though there is no longer a soul, you can still feel them looking at you. There are maggots and flies swarming and wiggling all around. It just makes this job all the more worse.
Ervin BighettyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Heart in the Nest of the Phoenix
In a torn city name Miethe deep of the seas of Europe, which is one of the hidden places across the abyss adhere the grounds which paved full of vibrate feet running back and forth for safety, while in the city of Miethe the ten story, Goliath buildings which held the two crossing bridges together began to slowly fall apart. In the dark, Smokey sky, fire blazed from left to right perishing those that crossed its paths. The children within small hut homes screaming for their parents unknowing were they maybe. The horses galloping through the fire running and ratting away from the smoke into safety themselves.
Carrie JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionPrequel to The Awakening
“Good-by, because I love you.” She looked into the distance, and the old terror flamed up for an instant, then sank again. Edna heard her father’s voice and her sister Margaret’s. She heard the barking of an old dog that was chained to the sycamore tree. The spurs of the cavalry officer clanged as he walked across the porch. There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.”
Barb DukemanPublished 3 years ago in FictionOasis Key
I am Winter. My mother gave me that name after her favorite season. She would tell stories about how before the earth was scorched, snowflakes would rain down from the sky. Her words would bring my comfort, to her, Winter meant hope.
Kora GreenwoodPublished 3 years ago in FictionCapture the Flag
Today was the day. The day I became a citizen…or would. If we won. When we won; I reminded myself to remain confident. I crouched behind a thick tree trunk and peered across the field. My bow rested across my thighs. Two people raced each other through the tall grass. I controlled my breathing to steady my heart.
Ben KreucherPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Dream
It’s 2079, the world is not what is once was. The environment has been destroyed, causing a domino effect leading to the infertility of both sexes, in all species. The human population has been reduced to less 10,000, worldwide. Those that live are all that is left and all that ever will be. One of the few in a virtually unlivable world is Khai. One of a last generation of children born three years before the "crash" of 2060; the last gasp of Earth which caused a cataclysmic event that dimmed the sun, dried up 95% of all water and killed off nearly all flora and natural wildlife worldwide. Through innocent, eyes she watched as society collapsed, riots ensued over now vital things like a bottle of aspirin or bread. Man turned against man in a desperate bid for survival. But survival for what? A nonexistent future? The last of the population came to that realization a decade post "crash", after all avenues to a solution were exhausted, man gave up. Not Khai though, she was unique. Born in NYC to loving parents, she was more aware than other babies, a fast learner, possessing an unmatched sense of empathy. When others were abandoning or even killing their parents to eliminate the burden of being slowed down or having to share the food rations they'd managed to scavenge, Khai never once turned her back on her parents. She remained with them until they died in 2072. Packing what belongings she could, she left the place she'd called home for 17 years and set out into a world she'd only known in short intervals when she went out for food and water. With her gas mask on, shotgun in hand, backpack strapped and a gold locket around her neck, Khai went out into what was left of the world. She often wondered if she’d been better off staying home, and dying so she could join her parents but something in Khai wouldn't let her submit to those negative thoughts. Whenever they started, she’d subconsciously stroke her gold locket to comfort herself. Given to her at birth by her parents, it was one of the few treasures she had and the only tangible thing of value that she hadn't sold.
Joy StewartPublished 3 years ago in FictionGenesis
Dust and debris tumble their way across the new world. Scrapping their way overtop the sandy topsoil of the planet’s crust. Burrowing themselves inside this layer of irradiated dirt are the rodents who survived the initial fallout. Carving out for themselves a semblance of home. A place to lay their heads or to have their children. Crawl spaces for rats sprawl out for miles until they meet the twisting tunnels that have been borne by the large toothed gophers. Even these tunnels span the landscape until meeting the hollow warrens whose walls are filled to their brim with the ever-breeding rabbits; too scared to venture above for nutrition and instead opt to feed on one another before reproducing for next season’s feast.
Brian CotterPublished 3 years ago in Fiction