Dystopian
I, Willhelm
It was a full year before Frank regained use of his foot, and even then, he would walk for the rest of his life with a limp. Unlike previous times he had been forced to sit still and recover, this was the first time in his life that Frank actually enjoyed himself. He had a few visitors. His niece, Helen and his sister a few times. Each time they came they noted how fantastic the farm was looking. They’d expected the fields fallow and everything in a state of disrepair. Instead the every field was planted with a variety of different grains and vegetables. Somehow there were even dozens of trees planted, some of them quite mature - and presumably, expensive. When they entered the house it was spotless. Hellen had never even seen the floor without a line of mud from the front door, now she could probably eat off the door mat.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Chapters
ENDURANCE BEYOUND APOCALYPSE
Day 101-107 Day 101-107 was a period marked by the harrowing aftermath of a nuclear war that laid waste to the west coast of America. Cities like Los Angeles and San Diego ceased to exist, obliterated by the devastating impacts of either Russian or Chinese nuclear weapons. The destruction extended to an entire carrier strike group off the coast of San Diego, the last stronghold in the Pacific, annihilated by yet another nuclear strike just a day prior.
By Okafor Emmanuel2 years ago in Chapters
ENDURANCE BEYOUND APOCALYPSE
Days 148-159 witnessed a complex unfolding of events following the overthrow of Billy and his crew. Amidst differing opinions on how to proceed, Ruslana, drawing on her past experiences, vehemently opposed a violent resolution. Instead, she ensured that Billy and his crew faced a makeshift prison for their crimes. The decision, tough but just, left a lingering doubt about the wisdom of confining Billy. Personally, I contemplated a more decisive and lethal solution.
By Okafor Emmanuel2 years ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
It felt hopeful again. Alice woke up exhausted down to her bones as usual, but her soul felt better; less lonely. Once her husband left, Alice fed the baby while the robot cleaned, humming as she did so. This day was going to be ok — she had decided — with the robot there to help, it didn’t feel all so impossible. She liked this robot. It was kind, and maybe it was all just programming, but even the illusion of kindness was all she needed to feel a little hope.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Chapters
ENDURANCE BEYOUND APOCALYPSE
Day 1: The recollection of the preceding night persists vividly in my thoughts as the first day unfolds. Unbeknownst to me, it marked the conclusion of regular nights on Earth. Celebrating a friend's birthday, I found myself abruptly awoken at 6 AM by a deafening noise and a burst of light, as if a colossal force had thrown me out of bed. Escaping just in time, my three-story home crumbled, subjected to a violent rupture, and I suffered burns from the ensuing tempest.
By Okafor Emmanuel2 years ago in Chapters
ENDURANCE BEYOUND APOCALYPSE
Days 51-69 Days 51-69 were marked by a significant shift in our strategy. The decision was made to journey south from Los Angeles, tracing the 5 Freeway all the way to San Diego. Despite my initial apprehension about the presence of crucial military installations in that region, witnessing a plane heading in the same direction lifted our spirits. The stark reality was that we were left with limited options as a substantial portion of LA County had been devastated by a nuclear strike, and the surrounding terrain was inhospitable. While heading north towards smaller communities was a conceivable alternative, we concluded that our best course of action was to reach a location the government would likely prioritize securing – and that meant San Diego.
By Okafor Emmanuel2 years ago in Chapters
Short Reads
Dear Vocal readers, What follows is a short compendium of my works that are four minutes or less for your reading pleasure. For all those times that you want to read something, but are short on time. Please be sure to check back, as the list grows. And thank you for following me on this journey.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Chapters
ENDURANCE BEYOUND APOCALYPSE
Days 21-22 During days 21-22, Alexis and I found solace in our nightly conversations, discreetly held away from Lilith and Mr. Vasquez. Despite our collective efforts to support Mr. Vasquez, his decline persisted, marked by a gradual deterioration. Oddly, no physical ailment plagued him; it seemed an overwhelming heartbreak held him captive. To endure a nuclear attack and subsequently lose a lifelong love of over fifty years must be a torment beyond imagination. I empathized, pondering if faced with such circumstances, I too might consider surrendering to despair.
By Okafor Emmanuel2 years ago in Chapters
A Techno Carol (with Apologies to Charles Dickens)
Part IV: Jimmy was trying to sleep again…and he was having some success. The dream was all about him and his favourite game. In some plain room he had never seen, he was playing a game on the Benevolt 2.0 system…and he was on fire.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Chapters
A Techno Carol (with Apologies to Charles Dickens) - A Story in Five Parts
Part III: Jimmy woke up with shakes and sweat. He looked over at the window pooling the moonlight (not as strong as before). And then he looked over at his desk. All the things that should be there were back. There were no boomboxes, Walkmans or old computer systems. Everything was perfect.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Chapters
FATED: Part 3
Councilor Ambross leaned back in his chair and gazed out at the warm, flickering night lights of Haven. Decades ago they had once imposed a mandatory curfew when crime ravaged so severely it felt as if they were in a war-zone. But then order was restored and the curfew was removed. People were free to live their lives in peace and without fear. There were still criminals, he supposed. It was inevitable. No matter how advance the civilization, there would always be those who enjoyed wreaking havoc. But then again, he realized, there would also be those labeled criminals due to circumstances. A knock sounded from the door though he continued to stare out into the City.
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Chapters
