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Doomsday Diaries: Nobody
I. Dear Diary, tomorrow will mark 50 years since the bombs fell. Chancellor Thurman is preparing for a big celebration. A parade, fireworks, the whole 9. The entire main square is locked down, with artificial air being pumped into the area around the clock. Word even has it that Chancellor Hughes from S-town is making his way through the deadlands to attend. It’s all crap, people dying in the streets are being shoved out of view so that Thurman can show how great his leadership is to the corrupt elites that got him his spot. Rapidly increasing death rates and swarms of murderous insects bringing down buildings be damned. But hey, at least “Humanity’s Last Hope of Recovery”, knows how to throw a party.
By Ramon Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
The Bay Cavern
Today has been unlike any other day before. I met a dog but this dog reminded me of some dog I may have had before my accident. I've been out of it for about 6 months. I have no clue who I am and what I was doing before this but this dog, he's so nice. He's protected me from thieves, off the dock while I've been bargaining with fruit sales women. While I was talking to one of the ladies she asked about the dog.
By Christopher Young 5 years ago in Fiction
Life Cycle of a Locket
The locket was old. Hand-crafted in a time long since passed, by a jeweler of exceptional skill, for a young man's maiden fair, in the shape of a heart. It was silver, with golden inlay for the lovely designs that were placed upon it at the time of its creation. Agatha Henderson had loved the gift so much that she had practically given her own heart to Jack Christian that very day in 1896. A year later they were married, and their family grew quickly. All because of that little silver locket.
By Bastian Falkenrath5 years ago in Fiction
Freezing Fear
Our snow covered village, so white and cold from the cursed winter that plagued the whole world into a freezing hell. I sit outside with my warm mug of hot tea waiting for my dad to come home from his shift at the wall. The huge monument of a wall stands about a mile from our home. No one is allowed to go near except for the watchers, but when I was younger I saw what was outside of the wall.
By Kennedy Jobin5 years ago in Fiction
