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Let's Go Home, Sister
The unholy, ungodly power of the sun, at the fingertips of whoever wears the stars on their shoulders. Thousands of fireballs large enough to consume even the largest, most powerful cities anywhere on earth. Eating them and regurgitating nuclear ash. No bones, no shadows. Not even a drop of blood. Just radioactive ash, and a crater that could be mistaken as a dry lake bed.
By BC Neon5 years ago in Fiction
In Karma's Time
The wreckage of the cities left Janice with a sense of defeat. It was a continuous reminder of everything lost. Nothing cleaned up, nothing being built, all left to crumbled cement. The rain had wiped away the paints and vibrant colours of modern life.
By Tara Crowley5 years ago in Fiction
2041
In 2041, Earth’s temperature has risen three degrees Celsius in the last twenty years. In defiance of decades of pleading for change from scientists, conservationists, and activists, the human population did not heed the warnings of what climate change could bring upon the earth if they did not steer away from fossil fuel consumption and deforestation. The continuous rise in temperature and deforestation of earth’s lands churned out higher CO2 emissions, which lead to a catastrophic chain of events bringing about the end of modern civilization.
By Alexandra MacKenzie5 years ago in Fiction
The Dome
It has been seven days since everything I knew and loved had been taken from me. Since the village I was born in was burned to the ground. Since my mother pulled me into our shack and sent me on my quest for the Dome.
By O. M. Longchamps5 years ago in Fiction
The Next Sentinel
Rochester, NY was once a sprawling city in the northeast of what was formerly the Unites States of America. Now it’s once towering buildings and shop filled streets stood empty and deserted. No one remembers how it happened or when it started but now this former metropolis was ground zero. Ground zero for two armies who were now at a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand but fighting viscously for every inch. Across the city in what was formerly the town of Greece, a hooded figure stalked slowly amongst the corpses of homes. Carrying a rifle in their hand and a sword strapped to their hip, they exited out the back door of a home into the cloud covered sky.
By Jason Maier5 years ago in Fiction
Pristine
He has been walking for 147 rises. Aimless with a purpose. He has a deep sense of knowing the unknown. There is a place that exists and waiting for him. Not only in his mind does this place house love, but it physically houses the reasons for his passion. The reason for his trek across barren land, dilapidated cities and the feeling of solitary confinement in an open world. No communication with any other being except for the voice in his mind that whispers her name. And now even that voice is starting to leave him like the numerous companions who did not have the eyes to see his vision. He started his journey with 10 individuals. He didn’t like the company but he knew he couldn’t do it on his own. He lost two people to the wolves, 3 people to illness and the rest to mutiny. They no longer believed in the vision. “In the world of the blind, the bookmaker is useless” and that’s how he felt. He was tired of trying to make everyone in the world understand. But he knew she would understand. She always has. All it would take is the will of a passionate lover to make it to that seemingly forbidden place that protects his truth. After all he made it possible for her to get there. if it wasn’t for his sacrifice she would be a memory like the dozens of town centers and cities that once vibrated with energy of life now silent and nostalgic. She too would be silent. But he knows she lives! He knows her heartbeat when he feels it. He’s been feeling that pulse and breathing in particles of her scent for 147 sunrises. He can’t stop now. As he reaches a clearing in some dense urban vegetation, he sees it. The sign he was looking for. The marker noting he was headed in the right direction. That sign was an indication he was only approximately two miles from his destination. He grasps his pocket as if to hold a hand. Eagerly he begins to walk and he feels energized. the past 6 rises have been the hardest but infatuation has been his adrenaline. His leg badly injured by the wolves. Any exposed skin was raw from the anger of the sun for not taking care of one of its favored children. Clothes not nearly presentable to the special occasion that awaits but such absence will always cause one to see the soul and nothing else. And that’s what he saw when he looked at her memory in his mind. A beautiful soul that wanted nothing else but to reconnect with its twin flame. As he gets closer to his proclaimed paradise he stops. Perhaps it was nervousness. Maybe it was the thought of what he might say to the one he endured so much pain for. But it was in the distance that he saw her. She is Even more beautiful than the image in his mind. As she bends over to grab a bundle from the ground a child runs up. Hugs her tightly and runs off. He smiles ever so slightly but that smile unevenly turns to a scowl as his peace is interrupted by the presence of a large healthy handsome male her age. The dashing and well kept young man scooped her off her feet and spins around as if he heard the news of them welcoming another life. Crushed by this unexpected curvature of events the traveler slithers his hand in his pocket and pulls out a beautiful silk handkerchief. If it wasn’t for the intricate embroidery and what it possessed inside he would’ve discarded it many rises ago. He opens the weathered shield to reveal a rose gold locket in pristine condition. He Opens it and the younger child that embraced his angel a minute ago is 3 feet away staring at him asking why he has water on his eyes. He says nothing. Folds the cloth back around the locket and gives it to the child. As the child unwrapped the treasure she looks up to see the traveler gone. Thinking it was a game the child tried to find him without luck. Dinner time approaches and the child wanders back to the camp where her older brother and sister eagerly await her arrival. As they sit down to eat the woman formerly known as love sees the locket and tears instantly rush out her eyes. Where did you get that? She asked. “The sad man gave it to me” replied the child. As love reaches for the locket she cracks it open to see her and the twin flame she dreamt about for at least 150 rises. She lost count after her tear ducts dried up from repressed depression. “Where did you see him!?” Love exclaimed. The child showed her where she met the flame. Love dispatched The brother with seven other men of the same strength and youth to set out a search party. They combed the land for three rises to no avail. And now love sits with no expression staring at the flame who’s warmth she craved. The flame she wished to thank with her life and love because of his sacrifice. She owed him life. Knowing he was so close to her only made the pain worse. Why did he not want to see me” she thought. Did he have another who he currently showered with the love he once gave her... Locket still in perfect condition. Like the love she’s always had for him. And this locket like her love is Just the way she gave it to him. Pristine.
By Micha'El Young5 years ago in Fiction
Casey’s Run
Sneakers pounding on pavement and their own harsh breathing was all Casey could hear as they darted between back alleys. They knew that they had been seen, and it only took a few minutes for The Rozzers to respond to a theft, especially if it was an outsider like Casey. The Elites didn’t care about what was being taken from them, just that what they had stolen from the people was being taken back. Casey didn’t regret it though, because being shot and killed was better than starving to death anyway, in their opinion. They had seen what wasting away does to people, what it did to their mom. The weight of the canned food in their backpack meant little if they could stave off the hunger for just a few more days.
By Adrian Perkins5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Fortune
We found it when we were kids. The locket, heavy and warm no matter the temperature outside, was in a shoebox that contained several packets of ancient soy sauce, a newspaper article about the opening of a big box store in the late 1980s, and a toy dinosaur I vaguely recall pulling out of a Happy Meal. My parents weren't hoarders but they were sentimental and disorganized; I could picture them dumping out the contents of the junk drawer and putting them into another box just in case.
By Tracie Cooper5 years ago in Fiction
Dreams of Yesterday
Dust was the only inhabitant of the vast and empty expanse of the Once Great Plains. Dust and Wind. Ominous, black clouds filled the sky in all directions, sending unrelenting Winds and devastating cyclones to ravage the barren plains. It seemed that the only thing the Wind couldn’t drive away was the Dust, which casually played through the violent Winds as though they were not but a gentle breeze. It hadn’t always been this way. Before the bombs fell, the Great Plains had been full of life. Cities, towns, farmsteads, and acres upon acres of farmland provide food for the once great nation. It made sense that the first thing to go was food. The rest of the country was, as of yet, untouched by the horror of nuclear war. At least, not directly. The Once Great Plains were now under a strict quarantine. Inhabitants of neither coast were allowed entry and all inhabitants of both coasts were forced to remain in their hometowns. Travel between states, cities, or in some cases even neighborhoods was strictly prohibited. These restrictions seemed not to encumber the lone man riding a 2035 Harley Davidson through the endless Dust of the Once Great Plains.
By Luke Crow5 years ago in Fiction
Jezebel’s Jewelry
I have been expecting this for years. For decades. The roaring of the mob is growing closer. The glass, heart-shaped pendant in my hand feels heavy and cold.
By Jezebel 5 years ago in Fiction
Save a Life
Heyna had entered the Dead Zone. The landscape was barren and cracked, the soil so red, heavy with sulfuric compounds it would seemingly bleed when the rains, merciful as they were rare, hailed from the firmaments above. Heyna licked her blistered lips to taste the cinereal dust that coated her, her bike and everything that surrounded her near and far. The tip of her tongue stung sharply - Hexavalent Chromium and Cadmium alloys singed her nerve receptors.
By Persephone 5 years ago in Fiction
Chaos Unknown
Destruction, chaos, madness, did I already mention the chaos? One could use those words to describe what happened to our world, you want to know what it is to me? A shit show of corpses, Twinkie boxes and broken-down cars that never made it out. If you were “lucky” enough to survive you’d know that walking down the street in an astronaut suit (Personal choice by the way, my six-year-old self always wanted to go into space but I didn’t think they would let a anxious six year old in.) stepping over bones of loved ones and wiping off my helmet every ten seconds because of the ash that was floating through the air was the American dream.
By Abby 5 years ago in Fiction