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The Locket
Mary was born into a family of four. They lived in a quaint little town in what she had heard was once called the Ozark Mountains. Her parents were of the third generation since everything was rebuilt. Literally everything had to be rebuilt. In a single day, a solar storm had wiped out all electronics. The earth’s magnetic shield was weak, the poles shifted, and the entire planted tilted. Deserts became lakes, the Arctic became tropical. There was no amount of preparation that was sufficient. Following this was complete turmoil for many years. Those that survived either headed for the hills and sought shelter with the earth or they remained in populated areas and formed tribes. Shortly following this were the tribal wars. These wars were short lived. The majority of people died of starvation or thirst and the rest from battle.
By Jacob Davis5 years ago in Fiction
Buyer's Market
It had been a supermarket car-park, and in the early weeks they queued there while there was still stock on the shelves to buy. Today the long lines were back, but they were made up only of young women and girls. The few men moving among them were big and armoured and armed, each shaven head a pale dome. At one end of the concourse vans were parked, their doors open.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Omega
The evil of humanity was discovered on May 25th, 2035, that is the date when the Omega escaped and when human beings where no longer the custodians of the Earth. It was our own doing, it was from the refusal to learn from previous mistakes. Now there is only one ship left to escape this dying world and it is out of my grasp.
By Luke Hunter5 years ago in Fiction
A New Safe Place
A New Safe Place J was rambunctious and headstrong. Following the rules was antithetic. Weathered and worn, from a day of searching, she heard the cry of her Papa to return home. The one rule never challenged; you always show up when called. She had to let go of her search for the stubborn canine who continued to evade her. Brushing the dust and debris off her pants, she ran back toward the sound of Papa’s voice. A short jog to the familiar face which soothed her dismay.
By Joey Garofalo5 years ago in Fiction
Sam's Nightmare
So, this here. This is a picture of my mother. Ignore the rest of the junk for now, I’ll get to it tomorrow. It’s old enough to where it’s starting to get that faded, yellow tint. Though somewhat harrowing, I think it’s fitting that it’s in a heart shape. If only it was a square or at least a rectangle, it would be easier to carry without worrying about it creasing, but I’m still willing to die to save this photo, because to be honest, it would be difficult to remember what she looked like if I didn’t manage to salvage it.
By Justin Ryutaro Johnston5 years ago in Fiction
The Apteka
September 26, 1983. Alarms blared at the Serphukov-15 bunker, alerting those inside that the United States and allies have launched an attack against the Soviet Union. The early warning system warned of an imminent attack by one nuclear armed, intercontinental missile. In haste, the leaders of the Soviet Union authorised what they thought was a retaliative strike. The whole nuclear arsenal against one missile. A missile that never existed. By the time the leaders of the Union realised their mistake, the United States was forced to play their hand. Mutual assured destruction followed, coating the world in nuclear radiation and ash.
By Victor Tikhanov5 years ago in Fiction
Bericodia
My eyes snapped open as I felt the water beneath our floating yacht begin to grumble and rock my hammock from side to side. Normally, I would close my eyes again to resume a well-needed slumber, as being a new mother in the middle of the world ending had proven to be exhausting, however, the cracking of the thunder in the distance began to make my palms slippery with sweat and I was instantly awake.
By Amber McLachlan5 years ago in Fiction
