11 Days of Dystopian Distraction
A. H. Mittelman
Dystopia is where we live.
Is there any hope for us?
Send help and save us, please.
The end is near, we need to be rescued.
Rescue us, we’re almost out of supplies like food and clean water.
Arsonists have started to burn down what remains of our decaying city.
Crazy people have taken hostages and are making demands nobody can meet.
The last rescue crew was eaten by crazy people desperate for food, be careful when you come here.
Influence the people here to calm down because you’re sending help to take us to a better city.
Overnight, people have gone completly insane and started doing whatever they want, hurry and send help now please.
Nobody cares, I give up, I can’t beat them, time to join the crazy people.
About the Creator
Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Lol, I loved the ending! If you can't beat them, join them!
Thank you for distracting me in the best way with your words.