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A light drizzle had been blessing the roofs of London for the past hour, and the grey sky was finally opening up. A woman in a crimson dress reached beyond her umbrella; satisfied, she retracted the cover and continued to scurry through Hyde Park. She adjusted the heart-shaped brooch at the base of her choker, eyeing the dubious wisps of clouds lingering up ahead. The trail bustled with horse-drawn carriages and well-dressed folk making conversation. She paused when she saw a group of sturdy men erecting a banner by The New Crystal Palace.
By Heidi West5 years ago in Fiction
Aurora
Mama knew it was coming. I don't know how. Perks of working for the government as a genetic engineer, I guess. She had been prepping for at least a year. Well, that's when she first told me to pack a backpack. Said we were going camping for a long time. I loved camping. I was ten. I didn't know any different. My life revolved around school, dance lessons and riding my bike.
By Maggie Chung 5 years ago in Fiction
Apocalypse Future Terrors Become Reality
Someday, the human race might be just more dust in the universe. A feeling of will it be through natural disaster , global war, or something for more ominous, our darkest nightmares coming true. A plague of infected cannibals sweeping the earth. Zombie apocalypse is frightening because theoretically it can be real. Science truth becomes reality. Like if aliens wanted the earth they'll force to take it. Wouldn't be like the movies. Technology runs amok. Do we really want machines that think for themselves? Leading to a breakdown of all we hold dear. Within days, we could turn our civilization back a 1,000 years. As deadly predictions and modern science collide. We cannot support our population. We've planned our society into a dead end. Around the world people were&is preparing.People should have all of the practical preparations , so that we can survive if we need it. You awake ,look out the window . The world gone crazy. This is run for the hills stuff. Of minded thoughts to ancient apocalyptic prophecies. From the likes of Nostradamus,M revelation long foretold. A world on the edge of ruin. It's human nature to want to know , when the end will come? We'd love to know how much time we have left? I mean what's reasons many of us thinks about, what's likely to kill us if the right mind track is not set corrected as us all posted together. While some dooms day scenarios focus on acts of God,others on the dark works of man. A third category where science and humanity converge. Present some of the most horrific possibilities of all.These scenarios long relegated the pages of fiction to this way have become ever more plausible in our time. Zombie apocalypse there's something about zombies that's very primal. It's plague ,it's cannibalism and the dead walking the earth. The thinking of people biting each other .If you become bitten you wounder if you a zombie too. This is frightening theoretically can be real. We don't have the tools and we don't have the organization. To be able to effectively fight it. While zombie films have terrified moviegoers. For nearly 50 years in a remember of a real like zombie attack that was in Miami in 2012 brought fears of flesh eating monsters.It's this still in the ways? Another remember of a man attacked a homeless man, chewing off 3/4 of his face. It's was like something out of a horror movie. This is alike of covid-19 eating people inside making others eat each others in ways of spreading to each other. When law enforcement arrived to caution the social distancing everywhere to save each lives. A vision of true horror unfolded before their eyes. This was cannibals but for real of hurting one another . Could zombie phenomena comparing of covid-19 spread wider? And if so,how? The answer may be found in the microscopic killers that have decimated populations throughout human history.One of the most elements of zombies is that they are an infection. They infect us. They're essentially a virus with legs and teeth. This stuff is spreading across the planet. So they're the personification of our worst fears. Of the worst disease we could& is facing. Mankind has faced & is facing these sorts of unexpected nightmares. In medieval Europe the black death of zombies of infection want to keep & have every uninfected person heart to infect that's locked away in their love heart lockets. Wiping out 1 in 3 of the population. Spanish influenza killed more people in years ago of age in the entire first world war. We could have another pandemic tomorrow ,or we could have pandemic in another 20 years. What's certain thought is we will have another pandemic at some time in the future. If you could or would told any researcher in the late 1970's that there was going to be a deadly , sexually transmitted disease that was going to kill millions upon millions of people world wide what would u do an say? It's going to be completely incurable ,they would say that's ridiculous. HIV hit the country completely out of the blue , that's what happens with new diseases. Disease can emerge suddenly with no warning any where on the face of the earth. we weren't ready. Could the global spread of an existing disease lead to a zombie like pandemic? A look around the world paints a surprisingly bleak picture. Nature is full of disease and plagues that turn people into real life zombies. There so called nodding disease that we see at the moment of emerged sudden in the 60's. Little is known about . It's turns people almost in vegetables. You get kids affected by this thing. They rock backward and forwards.They nod their head. In the cause of how their brains are infected.They look at times like they're near death or dead.Ultimately , it kills. But before it does that children can become violent. They become mindless . The nodding disease is not alone in causing disturbing zombie like symptoms. Their is also the human variation of mad cow disease called variant creutzfeldt-jakob disease or the CJD. It's caused by a mutated protein. They are new from person to person through blood contact. On top of that , the symptoms are evolving. It causes you to go violently insane , much so that some experts have recommended that if someone starts showing advance signs of VCJD you should lock them in a room until die because it's 100% fatal. There's no treatment . If that person who is violently insane attacks you ,get their blood on you,or in you , then it's communicable. To me, that look a lot like what we think of a type of zombie like pandemic is an infectious disease ,it maybe only a matter of time until a local outbreak transforms into apocalyptic global disaster. The nightmare scenario is something air born with a slow incubation period. Somebody breaths into your face and you catch this thing, you don't feel ill for several day. In that time , you're in public places. You getting on a plan. This disease could behalf way around the world before you even know you're sick. Then it would have ability to mutate to drugs,to our immunity. It maybe that we are nothing more than the cattle to the virus , the harvest. If a zombie like disease ravage the planet in our future ,the world could quickly devolve into a nightmarish hell cape. imagine a rage disease spreading like a plague through out the world. The government and military would step in, rounding up the population. Its panic , it's blood ,its, destruction. Your civil liberties would cease to exist. You might be quarantined , experimented on or even killed. It would be the end of the world as we know it. If we went 10 years in an unstoppable flu that destroyed brains , created zombies, there would be nobody there to do research. There would be nobody there. And it's frighting . A zombie like disease in our future , it could be spark that ignites the flame of our demise. It's leaving nothing a chance. To stay alive you need to think about the basics. You need to think about water,food and shelter. Also as well of security . Essentially a battle flashing light. Should be the stun on the end of it. yeah right not to fight at virus and disease ,but the stun on the flashlight is not a good feeling that's how this virus and disease have our world, our body, our nature and lives in pain. You need the withal to live in a world that can no longer help you in just way. Human history through out lives of the world mankind has grappled with the mysteries cosmos . The possibility of intelligent life existing beyond the planet earth . Where fascinated with the idea of extraterrestrial life, because the questions of whether or not we're alone in the universe is arguably the biggest and most profound questions we can ask ourselves. If the answer is no, what does that mean for the future of our civilization? Also tied in with the question of aliens too. If aliens came on earth with hostile intent, it wouldn't be like the movie either. This is the reality of life to lives of the world.
By Verniesha Barber5 years ago in Fiction
If Tomorrow Was Yesterday
The sun beaming through the barred window always wakes me up in the morning. Today was no different, the camp only provides us with one uniform made of dense cloth ill fit for the desert sun. It doesn’t matter, I don’t sleep well in this cage and neither does anyone else I share it with. I like to blame the heat, but I just say that to avoid talking about what’s really keeping me awake at night.
By Max Wightman5 years ago in Fiction
Grand Oblivion
"Virtue is the golden mean between two vices, the one of excess and the other of deficiency." Aristotle I hear bass vibrations. "Five!" Heels hitting the marble surface. “Four!” Strobe lights glitching back and forth. “Three!” Incoherent screams. “Two!” Electric music “ONE!” Pale ale rushes down my throat. "DRINK, DRINK, DRINK!" they scream as a lady don with sequins yells, “Now eat!”. The bass grows louder. Suddenly, platters of prawns and cocktail sauce, sushi of all kinds, chocolate fountains, and macaroon towers appear. I fill my hands and mouth to the brim. The crowd around me fights to have it as they jump to the rhythm of that bass. The sauce is splashing over dresses and shoes. They eat, they dance, they brawl. I scream, "Turn up the bass!" The beat drops. Blackout.
By Anna Harrison5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of the Desert.
The Heart of the Desert The year is 2135, or at least it should be as best as anyone can figure. We lost track of exactly what year it was. It had been about roughly sixty years since this once great nation fell due to a final Civil War that left scars and changed the face of the globe. I ran a group of what we called “Cowboys”. At best, our profession would be archaeologists; at worst we were called grave robbers. My group always sided with whoever paid the most. Over the years, we did some good. However, we also did things that made it hard to sleep at night.
By Chris James5 years ago in Fiction
Production
I stumbled into my simple room. Bare furniture scavenged over the years and heavily damaged walls, patch repaired until I have the money to fix it greet me. My eyelids weighed me down. I stifled a sob. I don't want to live like this. Forever. Rolling a knot out of my back, I knock loose acorns that come crackling down my spine. Bones settling back into place. My gloves knocked the smith's ash into a neat pile on the floor. Exhausted, I hammered myself into bed. The noises that every person avoids to keep sleepers at peace, prying my eyes wide awake. I sighed and looked for More. Feeling around the cardboard box I used to keep the cat litter in another box, I searched for my wallet. I had started resting it there. A slick black leather wallet that my friend found me on the side of a road. My thick brown leather wallet was too big while holding little he said. I found it flat against the box. More pills spilled out. I grabbed one and turned it over in my hand. Studying it. Who doesn't want More? I swallow. I felt its unnatural shape as it lowered.
By Eric Jacobsen5 years ago in Fiction
Rewound
Her hands, soft and clean of any blemishes, covered her mouth as she laughed. The kind of laugh that only love can bring. Her eyes scrunched to halfmoons and glistened as they reflected the light from the video on the screen. In such a black hole of a room, with only the off blue drench of a monitor to cheat the dark, she seemed to be another source of light in and of herself. As she spoke she continued the near obsessive fiddling with the small, heart-shaped, locket around her neck. It hung there as it had every moment since her mother had given it to her. The sliver also caught the light of the screen but only for the few moments she was not holding it tightly. It was as though it was a way for her to touch her own heart outside her chest. Since it was given with the love only a parent can feel, that warmth lingered no matter how many years had passed.
By Simon King 5 years ago in Fiction
Winter Horror-land
The future seemed grim for Garret and his friends. The cold winter had shut them inside for the last month or so, and the blizzard outside didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon. With a week of food left between the three of them they knew one of them would need to go out looking for supplies. Julie was the only girl in the group, Garret and Samuel found her a few months back beaten and left in an old run down restaurant, she is lucky to be alive considering the condition she was in. Julie wouldn't be fit to go out in the harsh climate, Samuel was the only one who knew first aid, and was vital in keeping Julie from dying. Garret knew he would be the one to leave, he was six foot and was pretty strong, being able to lift about 200 pounds. That night Garret put on as much layers as he could, he hugged Samuel before heading out into the snow. The city was about three miles east, Garret wasn't a fan of walking, and he knew what lay in the city would require his full strength. As the sun started to rise Garret set up a small camp about fifteen minutes away from the city, started a small fire and let himself drift into a deep slumber. Garret dreams were invaded by images of what awaited him back in the darkness of those buildings. The people were bad enough but the creatures, the ones that hurt Julie as much as they did and left her to die. These creatures weren't normal, they didn't hunt for food, they hunted for sport. Garret could only imagine what these things would look like, he had seen many fall victim to them Julie was the only one Samuel and Garret found still alive. Garret imagined long fangs, huge claws, white pupils and horrible pale skin. After properly scaring himself for the trip he had ahead, Garret got up and started walking. The city was the same as the last time Garret and Samuel were there, tall grey buildings that go up to the clouds. What horrors lay in wake for Garret were still unknown. Whatever is in those upper floors of those buildings isn't anything that Garret wanted to find out about, but after consulting his map, it seemed the only place he had to go that would have any supplies would be up. Garret was a brave soul, and after a few seconds of consideration, stepped into the tallest building on the street.
By Zenitram Palmer5 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of a Life
Anne sat upon a tree branch where she could survey the land without being seen. Her soft brown hair swaying in the early morning breeze, grazing her lightly tanned cheek. The sun began to crawl out of its slumber, painting the land in color. Anne's amber eyes rested upon the shadowy mass of an ancient city as it became more visible. It was a mere skeleton of its former glory. A rust covered ruin, with dark scorched craters where bombs had peppered the land. After the atomic war was waged, society collapsed in on itself. There was no law, no order. It had been many years since then, yet the world was still in chaos, boasting numerous clans of bandits and scavengers. Even Anne's clan was comprised of specialized bounty hunters.
By Serona Sky5 years ago in Fiction
Roanoke
“A house that sits atop a hill, a beautiful image it is. The plains shine golden, the lakes bright blue what a beautiful place to live. Those who dwell within these walls smile perfectly picture still, silent, small and frightened eyed, but, incredibly strong of will. You’ll never walk the empty hallways, they have walked before, though people saw them enter they never did walk out those doors. Some say they never left and that they walk the hallways still, some say they never did exist and question if you’re ill. Yet whichever side they fall upon one thing they all agree, is that the house hidden in cornfields is no place they wish to be. You may call it superstition, and you may be correct, but that house of wood and stone holds onto memories of flesh. So, tread carefully over broken ground, forget not where you are, people smile warmly but they’ll greet you from afar. Pass the threshold they dare not, nor enter door of oak. For terrible secrets hide in beautiful places, this is Roanoke”.
By Celeste Dowd5 years ago in Fiction
