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MANNA
Red, purple, and white stretched across the desert night sky like the strokes of a paintbrush dropped from a tired hand. Heavenly light flickered across the sand, mixing to form patches of pink and mauve, in parts illuminating a fossilized tree branch, sleeping lizard, or even the occasional glass boulder, transforming it into a crystal chandelier. Explosions created the boulders, and the more boulders around, the higher the danger, something Michel had mentioned when the boulders first appeared, just occasional glass pebbles to start, but then quickly becoming gleaming domes the size of shipping containers. Don’t be so damn neurotic, his brother had said. This was formerly the state of Kansas. Michel tried to envision cornfields and rolling green hills, but could not, and this alarmed him; sometimes he felt like desertification had entered his mind as well, reducing his once formidable intellect and imagination to formlessness—just a collection of particles linked only until the next gust came to fan them into new configurations. They had been moving by night across the desert, watching their footprints disappear behind them for seven days, and they were lost. They were hunting for baskets and trying not to be hunted themselves.
By Alex Politis3 years ago in Fiction
The New Roaring '20s
I’m telling you, you don’t understand how a desperate senator, reeling from the loss of his wife, can unite with other desperate senators and governors and leaders so that civilization is inextricably altered and all of a sudden your phone downloads a mandatory “safety” app that pings every time you get within 10 feet of another fucking human being. The pings increase in frequency every foot you draw closer, and once you pass that six foot mark, your phone blares an alarm that makes you miss the days of Amber Alerts.
By Serena Aguirre3 years ago in Fiction
"Unfathomable"
The world as she knew it, no longer existed, to think that four months ago she had a bank account and credit cards, she had her bedroom, in the only home she had ever known, she had been employed at a job of her choice, that had allowed her the opportunity to save money and schedule a vacation, there would be no vacation now...no sunset in Cabo! She wondered ...who was driving her car? Her car, which had provided her the freedom to commute to any place she so desired.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte3 years ago in Fiction
Diamonds Are Forever
One day a news review came across on the news cell phone which is about 12 inches but light to carry. When people call in their face automatically comes up. All the cars are flying, and normal roads no longer exist. All the cars are self -driving cars. You see people running everywhere and all are in search of a Diamond locket. The one that everyone is looking for is covered with diamonds and all begin to order on Amazon. Thousands are delivered. News gives breaking news that the winner Locket has the inscription Sawa. The person who receives that diamond locket with the Sawa will be air ubered to FBI headquarters. Next you see a clock with the time midnight and all types of fireworks began to explode. In the FBI office you see list of social security number and names. This is doomsday and the diamond locket that said Sawa, also had a code that had to be uttered. Only those who could utter those words exactly could be transported to a secret island for survival. Thousands crowded and shouted, La Survive Til Sawa arrives. Many began to chant these words. You see many being loaded on a big boat. Then they began tattooing each as they boarded the boat. The tattoos were just the letter L with a number to follow. The L standing for Life survival patriot. While on the boat a vault is opened, and many raw diamonds are there. FBI confirms the Sawa Diamond Locket. The survivors are told not only must they be tattooed but each have a diamond burnt into them skin. This is dooms day and to survive they had to get the tattoo and have the diamond burnt into their skin. There is a large tv screen and they watch as the rest of the humans on the earth are screaming and running, many are falling to their death. You see many breaking into jewelry stores looking for single diamonds. The news alert is that diamonds can maybe save a person from death. What happens next is shocking. News alert are sent, and families are separated. Tears are flowing and people seem confused. Only those with money and diamonds would survive. The Sawa message was posted but they also had to make 200,000 per year or more or they were not contacted to be on the survival list. Look back at the posting at the FBI and the list incudes what kind of job or education they have. Not all were allowed to come and even see the diamond at the survival camp. One man who was there said he had a recent stroke, they quickly threw him overboard he did not survive doomsday. There were so many diamonds and then you see thousands of lockets with the Sawa inside. All the survivors are set up in very modern dwelling. Everything was white as snow and next they take off in white flying cars. They survived doomsday. This is 2036 so everything is modern. At the FBI the screen looks like a video game. The numbers are all over the place and minimum salaries show up with names and photos. The rest of humanity they did not make it. There was a lot of lighten and building were just exploding. No one could explain what was really happening. Diamond is very beautiful stone and the shine can blind the eye. This diamond opened the way for the survival of the class of people who reached out and purchased a Locket. When they went on sale the ad read, order a diamond locket today, it might save your Life.
By Wanda B Henry3 years ago in Fiction
ThE InFEcTed YoUth
Remember that scene at the end of 1982's E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial, When that boy Elliot is saying goodbye to that ugly little alien crying like a little baby. E.T. reaching his finger out and touching Elliot's finger. Oh man, that movie touched everyone back the day. Back when children were actually sweet and innocent, NOT ravenous piranha-like monsters who'd eat your goddamn brains out in a matter of seconds. Man, those were days.
By Angelo M. Rocha3 years ago in Fiction
The Klaxons Sounded
Dad and Eddie built the shelter in June 2037. They worked all summer long, using blasting caps to blow a chunk out of the hillside behind our house. Dad borrowed excavators from work, clearing the rubble aside, piling it up to conceal the entrance.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction