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The Locket
She clasped it tightly as she slid down the chute. Despite being tarnished by the harsh environment, the silver heart-shaped locket was still a beautiful little thing. The picture inside had almost faded away, but she could still make out the shapes of two people wearing clothes of a forgotten era. “This is going to be worth lots, but I'm not sure I have the heart to hock it.” Amy chuckled at the accidental pun as she reached the bottom of the chute and made her way down the tunnel towards the exit. Amy was a salvager in the wasteland formerly known as Ohio. The lush forests, relaxing rivers, and exciting cities had become a sprawling wasteland of overgrown dumps, carcasses of cities, and forests full of creatures barely resembling what Mother Nature intended.
By Andrew Darovich5 years ago in Fiction
Baited
I woke up to the world upside down. It could have been from dealing with the wars and mutations that followed, but this time it was because my legs were tied up. Hanging over a swampy lake with a headache and my mouth tasting like copper, I saw a pair of violent eyes stare at me from the murky water. I tried to remember how I got into this situation, and I started to recollect the last few hours.
By William Hammond5 years ago in Fiction
LAUGH
DEAD ON SIX O’CLOCK. Sentries stand in two straight, parallel lines, sporting the logo of the Taurus government – the Blue Bull – over the place where their hearts should be. Rain chants and thunder claps. The weather’s pulsating, war-inspiring song provides the Sentries with the single-minded determination needed to complete their work. They snap to attention, saluting sharply to the Tauritsar. Black leather gloves reach for cold metal rifles.
By Marco Cardoni5 years ago in Fiction
PRIVILEGE
Eighty-three year old NiNi lives in Privilege. Privilege is in a Territory of Pleasure and she was allowed to stay, because, unlike others, NiNi never left. If one left their home during the ReOrg, even for a day, you became relocated to a community where Our Nations gathered all people. A relocation, officially said to protect the lands and its resources, yet, NiNi has said, “More like lured as herded cattle to the concrete jungle to be provided for, and it was not for protection of lands, it was for the removing of people from them”. Amongst the many relocated during the transition were transients, those forced from their homes for debt and inability to pay rent, as well as lack of ownership. There were many living on and from the lands that are now called Privilege.
By Janine Miller5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
Justin’s footsteps echoed throughout the empty city, with the crisp sound of Hudson’s whistling intercutting the desolate silence of the ominous streets. Hudson was a stocky seventeen-year-old, just older than Justin. His thick brown hair fell over his face, concealing a stupid immature grin that immediately told you not to trust him around sharp objects. Justin got on well with him, which is why they always scavenged together. Scavenging is fun. One good thing came out of the end of the world, and that was everyone’s stuff suddenly scattered everywhere. Hudson gave Justin a nod towards the sun, with a quizzical expression on his face. The shadows were thickening as the blindingly orange sun brushed gently against the dusty horizon. Justin waved him off with an expression that said “Don’t worry about it”. Justin briefly stopped and looked around the city he used to live in and thought about the last time he was here.
By Oscar Mason5 years ago in Fiction
Peace of my Soul
My name is Ensign Eric Harden and today I am going to war. Today is the last day before I leave for Honolulu Hawaii for my first posting aboard the USS Arizona. There are others with me who are heading to the same place or somewhere like it but I do not know their names. I can see their faces and see the same facsimile of excitement and nervousness written across their features. Many are dressed like me in pressed blue and white; the uniform of a sailor. Some are wearing their government issued hats as instructed and some are worn cocked to the side as a testament to the young man's bravado possessed by many.
By Richard Stidham5 years ago in Fiction
Darkness Falls
Darkness Falls Just like that the sirens went off all around us as me and my friends on the soccer field started running towards the field house for cover as the first of many bombs began to hit all around the town and unknown to us at the time we were the trial run. The school house being the main emergency shelter center now up in flames and rubble. Once inside the field house we all pull out our phones and try to call our families.
By Rebecca Michelle Josey5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary
What did you expect? By: Cody A. Bradley James sat pensively at the table in the dining room. From there, he could see across the street. The house was positioned at the end of a cul-de-sac, where James could observe a quarter-mile down this community's straight, flat road. The heat of the Phoenix sun made the world seem different. In greener lands, the sun is a companion, illuminating the beauty of nature by contrasting fields of lush trees, blue skies and lakes. Here, in the water-deprived remnants of the city, the sun plays a different role, plants shrivel and cower at the sight of the gas giant. While some plants "thrive" in this environment, the meticulously mowed lawns of the past are a far cry from their prime.
By Cody Bradley5 years ago in Fiction
