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The End of Sunset
All my life I thought I’d grow up to be a well respected lawyer. I did not see this day coming. My family vanished and humanity became nothing but a numb creature to devour everything in its way. We are beyond caveman ways now, we are surrounded by a smart and deceitful breed of humans that evolved under this new world pandemic called the zombie virus. My name is Ursula. I am writing in my diary today to help make sense of this present which will soon be known as history in hopes of the future finding out what happened to those who denied abiding and why we look like the terrorists. The zombie virus was nothing like the movies. Metaphorically it is reasoned to be known as that because people lose their senses. They mentally are confused, unaware of their existence. Nobody knows how it started other than it being on a Fourth of July. I was with my family camping out in Delta woods. The most secluded area you could find. There were only about 4 other families that were there with us. My son and daughter were playing by the river when we heard fireworks. Then in the blink of an eye, my husband disappeared and my children too. I thought I was hallucinating however it was clear they were taken. I started to feel fuzzy and unable to comprehend the nature of the environment I was in. I was losing it. I did not know who I was anymore. That is what actually helped me cope with my family’s vanishing. I smelled smoke coming from the river but I locked the doors to the cabin and shut the windows. I drank a lot of water. I was determined to stop feeling drugged. My mind could not find peace. I was surrounded by turmoil of the mind that is. I passed out in the bathtub. The next morning I woke up to the news.
By S.Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
The Choosing
A heart shaped locket. That is what Alex remembered about the man. She could not recall his name, his face, what he was wearing, but she could remember that locket. It was the way he held it, its chain wrapped around his hand and through his fingers, as though he were afraid of losing it. She remembered how he had kissed it when his name was called at last year’s Choosing, as though all his hope and luck resided in that small piece of dinted silver. Alex knew better. There was no hope for those picked by the Choosing, no luck for the people selected to go outside. And yet, every year, on the fourth day of the seventh month, everyone gathered inside the town square and awaited the governor for that year’s Choosing Ceremony, to decide who would leave the safety of the community, to see who would venture outside the wall’s protective embrace. The governor claimed it was vital for their future, that they had to find other survivors in the wastes, other communities like theirs. Alex knew that was stupid. There were no other communities, there were no other survivors. Anyone who was still out in that bleak, barren nothingness was dead. She had seen enough ceremonies, seen enough people leave and never come back, to know that much. There was nothing.
By Nicholas Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Gulch
"Hey Mom, Mom come quick, look at this!" She slowly made her way to the only window we had to see the outside world. She peered at the anomaly in the sky which made her smile. She quickly turned around and spoke,
By Lamar Wiggins5 years ago in Fiction
Outside the Gray
Outside, the Gray seemed softer than usual. If you looked hard enough, you could almost see the sun, a bright white radiating through. Taz was drinking a cup of coffee, standing at a counter in her cubicle, staring out the window. She enjoyed the early hours when the sun could break through for a few short hours. The air purifiers buzzed in the background and the sludgy drink in her hand was starting to take effect. In these moments, when only the street lighters were moving about in the city outside, she felt almost calm.
By Kellen Rose 5 years ago in Fiction
Cityscape
EXT. MUSEUM FRONT ENTRANCE - YEAR 2032 A hooded figure bursts out the front doors with a heavy breath. She hastily looks left and right at the surrounding marble-paved streets, then starts moving forward.
By Steven Cirocco5 years ago in Fiction
Transference
This is my 110th owner. I am not sure of the year anymore. I lost track after my 80th owner; around the year 2081. The cracks began to form around 2045 and day after day they get bigger in size. The Atlantic Ocean has one big waterfall; but you still cannot see the ocean floor. Some states have become islands and the Earth’s natural beauty has be drastically altered.
By Bea5 years ago in Fiction
They Watched Us
“Jordan! Jordan! Bring your ass in this kitchen.” Mama yelled as she wiped the sweat off her chocolate-wrinkled forehead. Jordan peeked his head into the kitchen, the dandruff from his scalp fell like little snowflakes onto the white and black marble floor. Mama groaned and grabbed a necklace off the kitchen table. It was long, rusted, and the emerald heart-shaped locket twinkled in the thin sunlight that trespassed into the family’s small two-bedroom apartment. “I have told you and your sister to not play with your grandmother’s necklace. Y’all have been watching too many damn Harry Potter movies and think every little item is a toy. This ain’t magic. Your grandmother protected this necklace like her own child. She gave it to me when I was old enough, and now, I hope I could do the same with you kids. Until then, you and your sister need to keep your scrawny hands out of my dresser. Now, go outside and get Bria, dinner will be ready in a few.”
By Ashley Nicole Bourne5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Maddy
When the first of the ash began to fall, it was reminiscent of growing up in Wisconsin. The first snowfall of the season arriving when the ground was still too warm for accumulation. A flake here and there.
By Jacqueline Druga5 years ago in Fiction
Vulturistic Intent
“What do you remember about the day Richter was killed?” The man’s voice was nasally yet sinister. The question lays heavy in the air. I swivel in my chair as I avoid eye contact with the stranger.
By Megan Biasutto5 years ago in Fiction
Memories and Dust
Eleanor trudged across a wide plain covered in swirling dust and shattered rocks, periodically scanning the horizon for anyone pursuing her. Here and there the spectral memories of ancient buildings flickered in and out of existence. She didn’t want anything to do with Koenigville anymore. Clayton Koenig had taken her books from her to try to control her, and now the only thing she had to remind her of her past was the heart-shaped locket that now clinked against her glass-coated chest with every step. She wouldn’t let them take that too, and hold her memory entirely hostage. Koenig and his posse that called themselves the High Council were dangerous, controlling, and vindictive. She didn’t at all trust them to leave her to wander the waste on her own.
By Jacob Fike5 years ago in Fiction
Alone in the Stars
START TRANSMISSION It’s been three months since I lost contact with planet earth. Our supplies are running low, our ship is too damaged to attempt a landing and my crew have lost their minds to the point of madness. Our fuel levels won’t allow us to turn back now, and all that lies ahead of us is a barren world with little hope of long-term survival. I fear that this may be the end. I miss the Earth. I miss the greenery that comes so naturally to the world I was born in. I miss the warmth of the sun on my skin and watching the sky turn red as it sinks into the haze of the horizon. But it’s you I miss most of all, my love.
By Anna May5 years ago in Fiction
The Pens
BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! I wake up with a start. What? I slide my legs over the edge of bed as I sit up. BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! Standing up in a huff I grab my housecoat and head for the front door to see who I'm punching in the nose for pounding on MY door like that at what, O230 hours on a Sunday.
By Daniel G Dionne5 years ago in Fiction