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Broken Seals
Nuclear war. It had been feared for centuries since the first bomb was dropped in 1945. However, as technology continued to advance, and tensions were stretched like rubber bands over a watermelon, it was created. Jokingly called Armageddon by its creator, the nuclear bomb created in the US was the strongest ever made, and that would ever be made. No one knows, or remembers, what happened to make the President launch Armageddon upon the East. Not the eastern countries, but the Eastern United States. Survivors along the Western border immediately tried to send in rescue teams. However, the bomb had completely decimated the eastern side of the country. Washington DC was a crater three miles deep into the crust where the bomb had been detonated right over the capital. Unknown to survivors, the same thing had happened in all nuclear-capable countries. Conspiracies of government “suicide” pacts rose up. The next morning, almost as if a cosmic being was playing a joke on the destroyed civilization, the being later named War rose from the crater left by Armageddon. No one knew if it was truly one of the Christian horsemen, but it seemed only fitting to name it that. Where it walked, brother turned on brother and the despairing cries of survivors were met with silence. Over the next year, the three other horsemen made their appearance, each disappearing months after ravaging what was left of the United States. Famine arose in the desert of California. Where it tread, any plant life died. Animals fled, leaving humans desperate and on the edge of starvation. Pestilence arose in Washington. Where it appeared, thousands died and many more became lifeless zombies supported by the ones around them that still harbored humanity in their souls. Finally, last among the beings was Death. This one was different. It appeared in towns full of survivors slowly dying or going mad and gave death as a mercy. If a survivor fought against death still, refusing to give up, they were left to continue fighting. Death only took the willing and only death remained after the other horsemen had left.
By Brittnay Laster5 years ago in Fiction
In A Kinder World
January 7th or maybe 9th, 2038 Dear Diary, Dad was able to get me a journal today when he went trading for supplies.. He said, “With how much you love to read, I bet you would make a fine author.” He even suggested I record everything that's happened recently. I guess before all this happened there was a girl, about my age, whose diary was taught in school. I asked Dad what happened to her, he said she lived in a dangerous time but told me I was “too young” for specifics. So here we go.
By Max Cooley5 years ago in Fiction
The breaking ice
I was running. I was running to a place I knew I had been before, only not exactly. My body was exhausted, knees aching, feet sore after each thud on the ground, the impact of each step julting my system. No breath left my lungs, no large gulps of air taken into my body from exhaustion. I was also not able to tell my body where to go. It was going where it wanted. No thought, no decision, it knew as it always did. I started falling, slipping, jumping; my feet hit the ice slamming into the lake. Submerged completely into the frigid water my hands pressed against the ice. I knew the struggle would come next, unable to free myself from the water trapped under the ice I kept pushing, struggling to free myself. The locket fell out from its prison within my shirt. I saw the heart float in front of my eyes reaching for it as it sank deeper into the abyss.
By Theresa Katan5 years ago in Fiction
Love You Always
Dust blew across a blacktop road though you would barely recognize it as such. Its lines faded and sporadically seen. Cracks and crevice’s bigger than a man’s hand marred the once smooth surface. Mother nature had begun taking back the land she had once held purchase before man’s development reached out and stole it. She was trying to heal the wounds humanity had made, but only time would tell if it was all in vain.
By John Davis5 years ago in Fiction
Follow this Heart
He could still hear the sirens. They weren't quite as loud as they used to be. It seems that after 6 months they start to lose their effect. It didn't bother him much anymore. Not like it did those first few weeks. The sirens sounded non-stop. When they first started going off, everyone went into an instant panic. The virus had taken over. Even when they thought they had the cure, they couldn't win. Cities fell within days. Dante was pretty sure he was the last one alive. Until he found Asher.
By Nikolai Kronk5 years ago in Fiction
THE HEAD OF MARS
The Desolation Era began some 80 years ago when the technocrats and their transhuman agenda went terribly wrong, covering the Earth in masses of microwave radiation. They erected towers and covered society in millimeter waves, all in hopes of self-driving vehicles and connecting the last of humanity into the cloud.
By Julia Lindsay5 years ago in Fiction
The Existence of Anton
What has happened to this world, she thought, as she stared off into the corner of the room. Veirana had just been taught about the events leading to this desolate world, filling her with more questions than answers. The thought of her being the last person did not make sense to her. She grasped the back of her neck, battling the possibility of this fateful truth. What if there were more people out there? She contemplated. “There has to be more!” she exclaimed.
By Jason Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Liability
You know there's a body somewhere inside the moment you open the door. Your nose adjusts to a lot of smells, but not this. I pinched some crumpled lavender from a jacket pocket and stuffed it under my makeshift mask, wiping some under my nose. This house had already been raided so I slipped straight past the kitchen. It wasn't food I was looking for. I avoided eye contact with the family photos on the walls and made my way upstairs. The creaking timber sent shivers up my spine. It always did. The first door on the right was already ajar, revealing a small, bloodied body on the single bed. I pulled my eyes away, but not before seeing the pierced shirt where the child's parents had put the knife. I made no judgments. I put down my backpack and rifled through the wardrobe. I took a spare fitted sheet and a small jacket. In the drawers I found more children's clothes: shirts, tights, pants, underwear. I took everything but the underwear. I moved on to the master bedroom. It had been stripped of almost everything useful. I found no clothes or sheets, just a small envelope containing cash under the mattress which I left. There was a large mirror in the room that I refused to acknowledge. I hesitated before nudging open the en suite door to find the main source of the odour. Two bloated bodies lay in freezing, red water, legs intertwined. There would have been a romantic element to the scene if it wasn't so repulsive. Still, I wondered if I'd ever feel as much as this pair felt in their final moments. I turned to check the cupboards for anything my predecessors may have left me when I saw two necklaces with heart-shaped lockets to the left of the sink. I instinctively went to open one but retracted my hand. I've become accustomed to tragedy but seeing the beautiful faces that once accompanied those decaying bodies could very well defeat me. I grabbed my bag and left. It wasn't a good haul, but I seldom expected good hauls anymore. I knew my livelihood would have to be amended soon.
By Eriko Jane5 years ago in Fiction
Little Things
I have lain here, unmoving, unopened, forgotten, ever since the world cracked open like an eggshell. The sun rises, warming my cold metal exterior. This is likely my final resting place, hanging limply around the neck of this young girl, but I don’t want humanity to rust away like I eventually will. So I wait. I wait for someone to pick me up, wait for the chance to bless one more life.
By Laura Green5 years ago in Fiction
