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Doomsday Diary
The world was dark and cold. The sounds of the locket made me feel at peace ever since my mother Cynthia had gave it to me for protection. Who ever knew such an item could protect a lost soul especially a broken one? I climbed mountains and hills form all over the destroyed city. My home was no where to be found, just some crumbs of things from my past that no longer seems of value anymore to the hungry and dying. I came across the bones of the neighborhood pets and I used my locket to pray for the innocent that were destroyed from the nuclear fire. My heart was stronger walking around the broken-down shelter my fellow towns people warned me about. They were such great people until the fires swallowed them all up. My journey was to find food and water. That is all I can do for now is hope and pray the creatures of the dead does not haunt me or stalk me as my body dies out. I came across a room that felt like mines when I was a little girl. The room used to be pink and so beautiful. Now its dark brown like it was hit with poop stains form some ones miss to the toilet. I loved this locket. The heart shape made me feel like it was a diamond. That is how much I loved it and cherish this piece of metal. Some would call it junk. Others might plan to kill me for it if they find it around my neck let alone in my pocket. As I fell asleep something startled me. It was the locket. The locket started to make a beautiful sound. It could have been the voice of my mother singing a praise song. I thought it was a dream. Then they came for me. The dead flesh ravagers of the night. They moaned and screamed but with a pain in their vocal cords. It hurt me to run and escape but I had to do it. I ran as hard as I could. My feet were so swollen that I fell on my stomach with the locket hanging around my neck. I could not believe what I saw next from the time I looked up and around the curb I slipped on. The Locket had a crack on it and out came a burst of light stronger than the sun. It was the soul of an Angel who looked a lot like my mother. She was strong but not in a masculine kind of way. She was tall and long like an UFO or alien from outer space. Her hair was so golden like the rays from the sun. She hurried and lifted me up off my broken feet and from my tired weak body. She ran so fast with me on her shoulders. I had to even hold on to the sword she had attached to her back. She dodged the ravagers the from night as if she played NFL football for years. I never felt so protected with anyone. The love from the locket has come to life and it was her. The mystery entity that I carried with me this whole time. As I looked up, I had to pray to an eternal entity for blessing me with this person whoever they were I knew I could trust them as I did my own family when they were alive before the nuclear blast hit us. Call me Diamond she said, Diamond the name of the same thing I called this heart locket from the very beginning. Thanks Diamond I said as I gave her the dandiest smile I could show her instead of how hungry and thirsty I was becoming. Do not worry food is not the way Diamond said with an assurance. Food is not the way? I questioned this train of thought coming from her sexy mouth. Yes, you will see in a matter of time. Trust me and my ways. I had no more hope left in me but, I was excited to hear this in such a dystopian world.
By George Lebron3 years ago in Fiction
Time Pendant
Time Pendant By Candace Wambold Kelly was jolted awake by a desperate scream. Looking around her living room, Kelly tried to understand why she was sleeping on the living room floor in the middle of the day. Her head was pounding, and she desperately tried to remember the events that brought her here.
By Candace Wambold3 years ago in Fiction
Better Than Nothing
Eyes shut and face flat against the dirt, the Woman squeezed her body through the pitch black tunnel. She followed the distant sound of something dripping in the dark ahead, and though she did not know how far she had to go, she dragged herself along inch by inch by her fingertips until her head finally cleared a small space.
By William Kang3 years ago in Fiction
A metal heart, much like my own
"It's not right, y'know!" The synth's head slowly moves up, looking away from the countertop he was stationed behind and in the process of wiping down for the fifteenth time since the marketplace had opened that morning. Standing on the other side was a man- A human, specifically, and not a particularly healthy one either from what he could gather- assuming his scanning equipment wasn't acting up again.
By Maxwell kattermann3 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Apocalypse
Veda stood in front of the pond, tears streaming down her face. She felt broken. She didn’t know that she had any strength left within her to continue. The last year of her life had been so intense, so emotionally difficult, and Veda was tired of being strong.
By A.M. Harte3 years ago in Fiction
The World As You Once Saw It
Sunday, June 4th, 2122. I’ve been writing for months, so I suppose I should mention how we got here. It gets colder, and darker, the deeper you delve into the earth. And then as time went on it got warmer. Hotter. Almost to the point that it would be uncomfortable. And then it did become uncomfortable. On the way down we build tracks for old mining carts, vertical and once smooth. The tracks are old now, and begging to be replaced or at the very least repaired, so that the nerve-wracking climbs and descents might become less so. When first built they would rattle and creak already, but now there’s clacking, and screeching, and non-rhythmic jolts and jerks that make you wonder if the tracks are finally going to crumble to pieces, unseating the carts as a result, and plummeting the passengers into the darkness below.
By Matt Coryell3 years ago in Fiction
Queen of Hearts. Top Story - June 2021.
There was no one left in the city after the blasts. Or so he thought as he continued to scavenge for any remaining food in the area. Where once stood "the greatest city in the world" was now an empty wasteland of what used to be. Buildings that once blocked the sky had become piles at his feet. He only knew survival. He only knew war. He once had peace but he lost that.
By Shannon van Alst3 years ago in Fiction