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Doomsday
Doomsday Today's real world is ran by the government that God allowed to be put into place in order that this world has rules. Their job was to create fairness, equality, justice and organization through the means of Authority. From the President, Vice-President, Governor, Mayor, Congress Man or Woman, Senate, the Armed Forces, Army, AirForces, Navy, National Guards, and Marines. The FBI, CIA, DEA, UnderCover Plain Clothes Cops, Detectives, Sherrifs, State Troppers, Porale Officers, County and State Police and Fire, Lawyers, State Attorneys, Federal Prosecutors and Judges that could one day determine your fate.
By Annette Wilson5 years ago in Fiction
Mission Log 6/19/xxxx-7/20/xxxx
Captain’s Log 6/19/xxxx 13: 29 Hey guys, I left some dehydrated yogurt in the fridge, and now it’s gone? Could whoever took it please give it back? Unless you ate it already, in which case that’s fine, but you owe me yogurt! Okay, thank you!
By Addison J Fulton5 years ago in Fiction
The Steward
Leah grunted, pressing down on the handles. The share bit into the dry earth. She clicked her tongue and Bruce ambled forward, his hooves churning dirt. The share cut the weeds and the moldboard scooped them away, turning over fresh, dark soil. She tried to guide Bruce into straight lines, which made the planting, the watering, the harvest easier. Mother had taught her, and that was all there was to it. She still wore the necklace she’d given her around her neck, it gave her strength whenever she grew tired.
By Thorin Strandberg5 years ago in Fiction
Your Heart's Desire
I want you to close your eyes. Close your eyes and imagine what it would feel like if one day, you woke and everything you knew about yourself was gone. You knew nothing about yourself. Not your name, your age, not even the color of your eyes. You wake up in a white room, and while you don’t know who you are, you still know things like what the small hard things in your mouth are, the ins and outs of politics, and the fact that at this moment there are nine other people waking up in the rooms next to you and in front of you.
By Erick Mendez5 years ago in Fiction
Vein
Mummy used to answer my questions with words. Real ones. Without a camera or caption. When she was in phase three, I could ask her all sorts of questions. I had asked her what it used to be like, when the sunshine was real. She had told me it was still real, we had just chosen a better way to feel it’s effects. She had adjusted the chemicals in my vein. I had felt a sudden warmth. She had said that it used to show on the skin. Before the virus, before sponsorships and mitts, people would tan from the inside outward. Sometimes it went wrong and red and it hurt, like a bad chemical reaction. She had said that it would be even worse now. Outside, you would be burnt immediately now that the world has been destroyed.
By Emily Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
The Lightless Hours
The darkness spread when they took the stone. Not a customary, gentle blackness that came after the sun met the distant shore of the island, but a malicious, riotous night that stripped the light away in a fitful rage. The land had had something taken from it, and it would not stand idly by and allow such a slight.
By Tiffany Dian Lefler5 years ago in Fiction
The Homeowner Association
Willy did not mind the monitoring chip in his brain. He thought nothing, did nothing, considered nothing that he was afraid to have observed. He conformed to all rules, standards, and guidelines; he had the right education, the right extra-curriculars, and the right club memberships; he paid the right subscriptions, voted the right way, and disapproved of everything.
By James Daniel Little5 years ago in Fiction
Surviving New York
Jim threw himself against the wall. The sun was setting on a broken New York skyline. The group of four soldiers walked past absentmindedly, failing to check their surroundings. A scraggler kicked a stone as he walked past. Jim stalked him from behind. A rag was pulled taut as the enemy struggled and gasped for a few moments before collapsing in a heap. Jim pulled the soldier into the alley before the others noticed. He stripped the enemy down taking his armour, knife, ammo and gun. He left the grenades. The enemy was not dead but he would be soon. The other soldiers had returned to find their comrade.
By William Greenland5 years ago in Fiction
Escape From Aslyum
Maya cautiously walked through the crowded city of Aslyum with her anxiety screeching as she tried to make her way past the crowd. Pushing and squeezing through the congested city streets she could feel the bones of the malnourished citizens. Narrow alleyways between the steel shacks stacked on top of each other did nothing to block the blinding light cast by the ceiling of the city’s dome.
By wesley myers5 years ago in Fiction
