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Doomsday Diary
06/28/32 Notes she Wrote…. The pressure in my sinuses is so intense, I feel there is a very real possibility that my head may blow off, just as the top of a champagne bottle does when it is not quite chilled enough. My mind wonders, to my best friend’s wedding, which was only a few years ago, but feels like a lifetime has passed. It was a beautiful wedding, with endless, crisp champagne. It is unlikely we will ever see each other again or celebrate milestones with our chilled glasses and strawberry garnishes, I miss her every day.
By Dru Bedard5 years ago in Fiction
The buzz
The sun broke through the rotted boards that covered the windows of her temporary resting place, warming the lids of her eyes and gently waking her up from a troubled sleep. Places to sleep and seek shelter had become harder and harder to find since the Ministry of Citizen Affairs had started tirelessly “Protecting our future from our Past”. She could still hear that slogan ringing out in her head. That same droning, monotone voice articulating an empty promise to the people who remained after the Undoing. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she immediately heard the faint yet piercing buzz of a Ministry drone buzzing in the distance, doing its routine sweep of what was once a thriving suburb. Now they were abandoned, rundown and patrolled by Ministry drones endlessly searching for Citizens to “help”. It’s funny how the Ministry tried to spin their motives, what they called “help” was nothing more than rounding people up and shipping them off to any one of a dozen different Ministry facilities to be processed, assessed, and assigned.
By DF Stoll5 years ago in Fiction
The Beating Heart
A muffled noise echoed out into the darkness, sounding like a scream... whether it was we cannot know, the noise was too muffled. Some would argue it wasn’t even a noise... but a sinister vibration capable of curdling blood clots, prickling hair roots into protrusions of pain, shaking your organs so hard they’d phase momentarily out of your chest leaving you as a hollowed out carcass.
By Rory 5 years ago in Fiction
The Pigeon
The Pigeon Copyright2020 by Daniel S. Dechi On a warm summer day in the city’s public park, an elderly man sits on a wooden bench throwing bits of dry bread to his cooing pigeon friends. A confused, scrawny pigeon hobbles to join the flock. All of the other pigeons appear disturbed by this sickly looking bird, and abruptly fly the scene. The man seems a bit surprised by the flock’s sudden departure, but turns a smile to the afflicted pigeon, and feeds his new friend from the palm of his hand. The man inadvertently coughs, slightly startling the pigeon, but the feeding continues.
By Danny Dechi5 years ago in Fiction
Day 1,662
Dear Diary: Growing up when I thought of the apocalypse, I thought there would be nuclear destruction, rabid mutant animals running everywhere, or even a mob of angry zombies to fight off. I was disappointed the start of the end of the world started with a virus, mobs of angry people fighting to hoard toilet paper, and the silent destruction of modern-day society. It’s kind of ironic that the thing to take out the top predator in the food chain was a cough. Scientists couldn’t find a cure and eventually, they ran out of time. There were a select few that were immune to it and after months of searching we finally found each other, there is nothing around us or even in a 300 km radius of where I am standing right now except for trees, squirrels, and a wild cannibal from the Appalachia's running through the woods beneath me, unaware I’m even here; for now.
By Megan McCullough5 years ago in Fiction
Hannah Gray
Hannah Gray. She was a pretty normal girl. She had a normal life. She had two parents who loved her very much. A little sister she loved to take care of. She had lots of good friends. And she had a cute dog.
By Nick Clark5 years ago in Fiction
After the End
Welcome to the apocalypse, well the post apocalypse to be specific. You know how the story goes, or at least you should. We had it all, the land, the knowledge, and the resources. Of course, what did we do? We screwed it up, that's what. It started with the "accidental" nuclear launches and just spiraled from there. Things aren't pretty, now, but I'm alive. I've got that going for me I guess. I'm alive and I'm not suffering the debilitating changes that other people are. So I really shouldn't complain.
By Cody Dunnington5 years ago in Fiction
Uncle Sam's Wilderness Cure for Unstable Youths
**trigger warning: harmful and ableist language/attitudes towards mental health, autistic people, LGBTQ+ people, vaccinations, etc. These attitudes are in no way encouraged by the author or the narrative. This work is a critique and rebuke of harmful, hateful “traditional” attitudes towards these topics**
By MacKenzie Molar5 years ago in Fiction
Dynamic Theory
The traveler gazed upon the windy plains of High Man's Point. The playful hills seemed to form waves of Earth. The traveler removed his black ball cap and lowered it at his thigh. Over the face of the cap, read bright bold letters, 173rd Infantry Brigade. He combed back his silver hair, and his shades hid his eyes.
By Joe Joe5 years ago in Fiction
Journal
Chapter 1 I dash down the isolated street racing past cars that no longer work. The empty roads become an obstacle course. Dash left, dash right, jump over the fallen tree stump, or the skeletal remains.
By Joi Irving5 years ago in Fiction
There, Not Back
Day One “Forty five seconds until launch sequence commences” These were the words transmitted to everyone's cellular implants on January 14th, 2093. You see earth was dying at this time, all throughout my life I remember hearing scientists say the earth would be unable to sustain life after 2080 so you can say we were living on borrowed time. But now we must say goodbye to the earth. Breakthroughs in science have recently allowed humans to alter the atmosphere of Mars making it habitable for humans so we are being shuttled in a series of spaceships and my girlfriend found ourselves in the last group leaving earth, our breaths would be the final breaths of oxygen taken from the ever dwindling supply on this overused piece of rock. Elsie, my girlfriend, had to ride in a special shuttle because of her health concerns. This forty five second warning snapped us out of our warm goodbye hug. As we pulled away Elsie removed the heart shaped locket I gifted her years ago and took a picture of us out of the compartment. She handed the picture to me and said “You've had my heart since the day I met you, make sure to give it back to me up there yea?” to which I replied clutching the picture next to my own heart “Couldn’t stop me if ya wanted” and finished it off with a wink. Now I am in my shuttle waiting to blast off I suppose, this will be my first time in outer space so I am a bit nervous. So I just stare out the window at the medical shuttle that carries Elsie to our new world much like a mother carries her young to their new world.
By Carson Wallbrown5 years ago in Fiction
Currency
There is a membrane between the conscious world and the unconscious one. A viscous film that keeps the nightmares from crawling from the dark into the light, prevents the horror from seeping through the cracks. Rowen woke with the feeling of gauze unsticking. Malignant dreams clutched at her with bloody fingers as the shadows resolved themselves from monsters into furniture. The metallic noise of the machine at her side kept time with her pulse and she fretted a moment at the sound of it. Her left arm wrapped in bandages, she felt for the nurse call button with her right and waited. Agonized floating near the ceiling, the swish and whoosh of the door sliding open, jumbled blocks of voices falling into piles on the floor.
By Chantel 5 years ago in Fiction