Edward Meadows
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I go by the pseudonym, Eddie Stone. I work in healthcare. And it is stressful during these times. Writing and creating stories has allowed me an escape from the chaotic reality we live in. Keep writing, stay safe. To every creator.
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Redd Door
There’s no more Google, there isn’t any more Apple, no more social media. Time itself has seemed to have disappeared. Every day appears longer than the next. Suffocating sweltering days and freezing nights. The governments have collapsed, and the world is dying. I don’t know where I was when it happened. Must have been half fried out of my mind. It appeared everything changed with in a blink of an eye. Somehow, me and my brothers survived. Our parents are missing, and we have no place else on earth to go. We’re confined to this survivor’s camp in the middle of nowhere, well, a place everyone once considered being an entrepreneurial spirited and hometown traditions community. Glendale. Surrounded by strangers, we recognized a few familiar faces from the old neighborhood, but we don’t know who they are. Before the world broke, people would argue over nonsense. Now, people argue over a warm blanket for the chilly nights and a cool drink of water for the hot and muggy long days.
By Edward Meadows4 years ago in Fiction
