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A Long Walk From Chicago
I spend most of my time now looking back on the first day, so I guess I’ll start there. I was in a dank smelling bathroom, standing and facing the mirror. It was like I had just woken up, I swear I just opened my eyes and I was in a completely foreign place. But obviously I had been awake for a while considering the bags under my eyes. I remember being almost scared by my own reflection, I looked sickly. I reached for my necklace, it had this silver heart shaped locket with a scratch on the back I would trace when I was anxious, but it wasn’t there. I was confused more than anything at that point, so I left the bathroom in search of someone who could tell me what was going on.
By Kaylee Rain Phillips5 years ago in Fiction
To see the sky
The scientists had predicted a brand new world. The government said it was supposed to be better than the last. Each iteration was worse than the one before. Huge swaths of the world are useless and destroyed. It is because of what the scientists and the government has done, not what us the people have done.
By Benjamin R Cleveland5 years ago in Fiction
Six Years
It’s been six years. Six years since I heard your voice echoing through these halls. I wake up alone, always alone. Eyes still closed, I slide my foot to your side of the bed; It is cold. And yet, it shocks me. Almost as if you snuck away in the night while I slept and the absence of you hasn’t been hanging in the air like a thick mist for over half a decade.
By Danya Ewing5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Hannah
It wasn’t the dead body that bothered him. He’d seen hundreds of dead bodies over the last six months and had long ago stopped feeling any kind of way about it. Ever since the “Liberation” of America, dead bodies had become another part of the scenery, same as abandoned homes and busted-out windows, and they all carried the same emotional weight to him. So, this dead body was nothing special. Until he noticed the locket. It was the little heart-shaped locket that bothered him, and he didn’t know why.
By Michael Damon5 years ago in Fiction
Delta Core 2519
Charity jerked herself awake. She was chilled and completely disoriented. She was not in a room, or even a building. She was in the middle of the woods. It was night and there was a chill in the air. Fortunately, there was a full moon so she could make out shadows to at least orient herself to her surroundings. The land around her seemed alive with chirping insects. She sat upon the ground in rocky terrain. Tall trees obscured her ability to see far, but it seemed she was on the side of a hill. She crooked her neck. She could smell something in the distance ... smoke. Something was on fire.
By James Bell5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Day In The Bronx
I’m Listening.. It was March 23rd 2019 when we heard the emergency horn blare through the cold winter air. There was already snow on the ground from weeks before. Storms brewed across the world, hurricanes, tornadoes, tsunamis, and fires.The catastrophic events caused real destruction to the planet. Not only did we have storms causing havoc, we had Covid-19, a disease spreading across the world killing people by the thousands. Things were bad for almost two years. We weren’t sure if there’d be any people left on Earth. We were all told to go underground for our own safety. A lot of us chose Yankee Stadium because it had an underground shelter that could hold thousands of people. It was fully stocked with food, water, clothing, wifi etc. But that didn’t last. Manhattan began to sink from all the water. We’d been underground in the stadium, safe for almost two years and would've stayed if we weren’t forced out by the Earth. Once Manhattan began sinking, the governor became alarmed because it’s close to the stadium and feared we’d all die there so we had to come up. When we came up we didn’t know where we were. The destruction from all the storms hitting the city at once caused some kind of shift, and the land in the US moved around. We went down under Yankee Stadium in the Bronx but we came out under Barclays Stadium in Brooklyn, having never left the bronx. Everyone began to freak out and so did I. The subway system was gone. There were no traces of it as if it never was. There were no street lights, no tall buildings, no more bright city. Just piles and piles of dust.
By Shannon Gattison5 years ago in Fiction
