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Their Loss
First It hung loosely around her neck. He wasn’t sure if it was his place to tighten it. They decided it needed to be tightened. They had talked about it. It was uncomfortable. The whole thing was uncomfortable. Her neck had gotten so slender that it looked comically huge draped around it. Like her dad's necktie when she was a toddler playing work.
By Chris Kelly5 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary
It all looked the same at the time in the world. Each day was the same as the previous one and the next one too. The whole world was now a huge technological metallic city, Software-Land Application City. The years when the planet was beautiful and had to remember beautiful things, have already passed. There was no natural environment, it was destroyed, just as there was no oxygen on the planet any more. The earth was an inhospitable technological center of the universe, where nothing could survive without mask and humans were no longer human. Maybe their bodies seemed human, but they weren't human.
By Isavella Ziova5 years ago in Fiction
Dystopia Now
Sarah Williams dug a spoon into the can of beans. She held the spoon over a candle for a few seconds before putting it into her mouth. The beans were only slightly warm, but it was still a treat to have something that wasn’t completely cold. The temperature in her home had hovered around 40 degrees for three days now with no sign that it would change soon.
By Antonella Di Minni5 years ago in Fiction
Short Dystopian Fiction with Heart Shaped Locket – By Susan Sanders
Well the world as we know it finally ended and life goes on as it always does. The cockroach is now king as everyone always suspected it always would be. It crawls peacefully over rubble and the remains of most fleshy things taking what it needs and ignoring pretty much everything else.
By Susan Sanders5 years ago in Fiction
Taegong: I Will Do Anything, But That!
Flo Glitz had insisted that they had a meeting every day before the boys began to practice. Both Gong-gi and Taeyang rolled their eyes at each other wishing that the meeting wasn't at six in the morning. That morning wasn't anything out of the ordinary; Taeyang and Gong-gi had coffee and paracetamol for breakfast.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Fiction
Girl on Fire
Clothes littered the ground, ripped off hangers or dropped in piles like mounds on a battleground. A shoe, worn out and foreign rested lonely near the doorway, left behind. Abandoned. Shards of glass decorated the floor, strangely beautiful and glimmering in the flickering lights, contrasting harshly with the surrounding messes. Glimmering in light that was all too fluorescent. Indecently so. Shining too brightly when a mask of darkness would have been a much kinder gift.
By Melissa Faith5 years ago in Fiction
The Star to the Left
Bright morning sunlight cut budding rays through the glacial morning air that lit Grizzy’s brown skin, giving a youthful glow to his face that ended at his inky, oiled beard. His black boots crunched the unstable rubble underfoot while trudging through the waste of the northern plates. On one shoulder was his rifle, and tucked secretly in a holster hidden by his dusty, black trench coat was his hand cannon. Grizzy pulled the straps on his backpack tighter around his broad shoulders after stumbling over an unsteady hunk of concrete.
By Brandon McCullough5 years ago in Fiction
Life As We Knew It
As I dug deeper into the charcoal of our firepit, I remembered my fifteen year old eyes glazing over when I listened to dad telling me that “When the world as we know it is in complete disarray, and it will happen one day, I want my family to be safe and you’re old enough to know now”.
By Sharon Green5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart-shaped Compass
Pandora Christine was wandering around the park when she saw the bombs hit, there was no time to run or hide. Truthfully, she should have been prepared, but growing up in a peaceful town off in the country in complete solitary peace, you wouldn’t expect for the Vipers to attack. Of course, if anything, she would have thought that the Fangs would have a better evacuation plan for every town. Problem with living in peace in the country, they don’t focus on that. Living in World War III was scary, with only two sides to fight for. You were either with the Vipers or the Fangs, and of course, America was with the Fangs, but she was having second thoughts. Cowering behind a bush, she put her hands to her ears, trying to rid of the ringing sounds piercing her hearing. Letting out a cry of pain when another bomb hit, she crawled on her stomach to behind a fallen tree. She had no training on what to do when attacked by a bomb, so she sat up cluelessly, searching for a sign of someone or something tangible that could help protect her. Then she saw something flash by the peeking sunlight hidden mostly by the smoke clouds. She reached out for it without thinking, desperate to save herself. Her fist curled around it, a cold metal chain tickling her arm as it trailed down. Opening her hand, it revealed a heart shaped locket, and she pried it open with her trembling fingers. Inside was a compass, that pointed toward the bombs. She furrowed her eyebrows before another bomb crashed down, starting a fire into the trees. She coughed out smoke before looking back down at the compass, it must have been broken, for she knew that a compass always pointed north, but she knew the direction of the bombs was south. She stood up, feeling the strange urge to walk south, toward the danger. The compass glowed brightly in the darkness, lighting up her face like a candle glow. Everything seemed to pause, time and sound, the ringing gone from her ears. She stared at the locket with awe, and unconsciously walked in the direction it pointed. Slowly she tracked through the ruble and explosions, not noticing the falling bombs and cries. All that seems to exist was the locket. That’s when it changed direction, leading her out of the park and into the towns diner that was just out of the woods. The door was already broken down, and glass littered the polished floors, but she continued as if there was no glass to begin with. She maneuvered around the counter and into the back room where the chef had worked. Somehow, the compass seemed to point down, and she crouched to the ground and saw it. A small tile piece had a small engraving of a heart. She put her finger to it and pressed down, the tile fell, along with many others, and the ones beneath her. She plummeted, surprisingly, down to the earth, where a deep whole was dug. She wasn’t sure how long she fell, but she clutched the locket the whole time. When she reached the ground, instead of crashing to her death, she gently landed on her feet. She looked around and found she was in a huge room draped with tree roots and vines. She was in an underground bunker. And what she saw in the room took her breath away, and she felt her hands shake as she looked around… for this would change everything. The lockets’ glow faded, till it was nothing more than an old compass once again…
By Makkedah Yancy5 years ago in Fiction
