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Delusion
A locket. A fucking heart shaped locket. It's worthless to anyone except me. Pictures missing and it’s faded to shit, but it’s all I have from before. My name, John, is written on the front, even though it is starting to wear off. I know it’s super important to me, but all memories are jaded living in this new world. After who-knows-how-long, I’ve forgotten who I used to be. But still, you gotta take it one day at a time. Survival ain’t what it was like before. When the end started Mother Earth went haywire, plants erupted and over grew everything. Earthquakes changed the tectonic plates. Mountains were formed that never should have. Oceans levels rose super high, to the point where everything that once was, could be no more. But now, the world has dried up, everything is dying rapidly. It’s the end for not just us, but earth herself. Those of us still alive are seeing what’s really at the end. Just more death. Maybe that’s what we are all looking for, peace before we die. Hope is starting to flee more and more. Oh well. “We make the best of it, don’t we Ben?” I ask the man sitting behind me. He’s just out of sight, but I know he’s awake like me, he always is. At least I’m with the person that’s been with me since the end started, Ben. I follow what he tells me, it’s kept me alive for this long. He knows what to do.
By Carlos B. Varela5 years ago in Fiction
The Descent
May somethingth, 2022. "I never should have picked up this damned locket... As I write this journal entry, I curse myself for my own stupidity. Always the scavenger, of course I picked it up. Of course I did. Stupid, stupid, stupid! It was so pretty, and practically begged for me to take it, especially with that glowing red thing in the center! I swore I saw its ruby light for miles before I finally found it and more. For three days it haunted me, called to me, and I followed its call and searched for it.
By Aerial Jo Henderson5 years ago in Fiction
Rainy Days and Mondays
“Shit!” I stuffed my notebook and laptop into my bag, nervously checking the radar app on my phone. “There’s no way he didn’t hear that thunder.” The angry red blotch of rain with the yellow halo was heading our way, and there wasn’t much dry time left. I packed up the last of the Oreos and pretzels and panic started to creep into my head.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Fiction
Lilith’s Decent
She opened the envelope with trembling hands. Salvation - she had never had such a firm understanding of the word. Addressed to her in fine calligraphy, the insurance company had spared no expense. It smelled, felt, and even tore like real paper, not the shoddy fake substitute she had to use at work in the government building. Inside was a check for more money than she would make in five years of working. She stared then started crying - her emotions sweeping around like a leaf in a storm, its directionality constantly changing by the slightest of influences.
By Jackson Forck5 years ago in Fiction
The Pursuit of Happiness
Pops, Sammy, and I are on the road to Culver City. There is a small bank there. Pop saved his overflowing happiness there many years ago back when he and Mom were at their happiest. They decided to save some for a rainy day. We don’t have any of those anymore; we just get ashes. The cloud has been covering the Sun for years. I guess the sky lost its happiness too, like most of us. The ashes are nothing more than dry tears that stick to us and remind us of all we have lost.
By Miguel Garcia5 years ago in Fiction
Penny Shultz
Penny checked the parking lot for stray carts. There hadn’t been any carts out of the caddy for quite some time, but rules were in place to be followed, so she did a sweep of the west end of the lot, then the east end. She picked up a few of the half-melted plastic bags that had blown against the curb.
By Dan Scamell5 years ago in Fiction
Esther's Hope
When the world of technology fell, so did the world of men. When money was lost forever in scrambled bank files, and power loss plunged the modern world into darkness, the abhorrent riots began. Individuals plundered shops and valuables with no consequence, and eliminated those who dared to oppose them; while families fled in the hopes they could find somewhere free of the violence and panic.
By Karina Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Endings
Journal entry 1: August 12 2021 I was asked to write my thoughts on paper, to tell how everything started and how I got to this place. As I write this entry I am sitting in a field of flowers with the others. We are all waiting on The Executioner to awaken so that we can begin our next journey. I’m nervous but excited. Being chosen is such an amazing feeling that I just want to shout. This is my story about how I became the last of my kind.
By Makeda Grant5 years ago in Fiction
