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A Good Citizen
“Wake up, Citizen!” says the voice of her virtual assistant, Virgil. She opened her eyes to a stream of white artificial lights. A wave of consciousness immediately came flooding in, and her existence finally made sense. Girl is a name she gave herself. In reality, she is Citizen 2121798. That is her serial number, which is also tattooed on her left forearm. That was in case she forgot who she really was. They didn’t even bother giving her a name. She, after all, was a property of the Crown.
By Ryan Patrick 5 years ago in Fiction
Tani's Torture
Tani sat in her small room listening to music, one of the few joys in her life. The front door slammed shut, her mom must have forgotten her wallet; she had only left for the store 15 minutes ago. The thought was gone as soon as it came, because her mom did not throw whatever was in her path. Her stepdad home already and drunk of course.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Fiction
A Letter to None
The Fall Everyone knew after Donald Trump was elected for a second term, things would fall apart. COVID-19 continued to spread even more rapidly, causing the death of many influential figures in society. Health care personnel were affected first, followed by our scientists & leaders, resulting in wide-scale panic. Funding for the vaccine was cut almost immediately following the election. Justifications for doing so were claims for mass immunity extinguishing the virus naturally. New strains that were more potent developed and spread throughout the Americas. For the rest of the world, it's unknown what happened. Perhaps they suffered the same fate.
By Jeffrey A. Sapp 5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
My life wasn't exactly what you call, a normal way of life. For you see, I am a survivor of the Vodic plague. The Vodic Plague was a plague like non I've never seen, and a plague I hope to never see again. It was a plague that changed the course of humanity forever. The Vodic Plague originally came from a South American labratory. Brazil, specifically. One of the scientists caught it and spread it when they traveled to the states to speak with some of their colleagues. Shortly after, the Vodic plague spread to other parts of North America.
By Tyler Brooke5 years ago in Fiction
Finding home
No one would have predicted things would turn out this way. Years of pollution and toxic waste turning animals into vile, vicious creatures. Many of us took to the sea in order to survive while the braver or probably more reckless people stayed to fight. My mother was among those brave souls. I don't know much about my mother. She put me on a ship with my aunt when I was only five, and now the only thing I have to remember her by is her golden heart locket. It's been ten years since the fight ended and if not for the locket I surely would have forgotten my mother's face by now. Only now are we risking heading back to the shore to try and salvage what is left of our old lives.
By Abby Dickhoener5 years ago in Fiction
Not One Iota
"Mount up! We're moving out." The sergeant's gruff voice broke Dari's reverie. She had been staring at the tiny pictures of her sons hidden in the silver filigree heart locket her husband had gotten her for Christmas before the world changed, before the pandemic and all of the variants came and went and took so many people good and bad. Her husband, arguably one of the good ones, had been infected during the second summer, after the US celebrated vaccinating 60% of the population. Before he'd had a chance to get vaccinated himself, the Delta variant had reared it's ugly head in the Midwest and ravaged through their state like a viral tornado wiping out whole neighborhoods while leaving other towns completely unscathed.
By P.D. Fulton5 years ago in Fiction
Forget Me Not
Part 1 Survived I remember waking up to loud blasts of what I thought was an intense thunderstorm. I peered over to my younger sister, Cora, and noticed she was still slumbering through the obnoxious booms. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, 2:43 A.M. I could still hear the rumbling, which was getting closer. I slid out of bed and drew back the curtains, it was pitch black. “Hm”, I said aloud. It must have just been the tail end of a storm. I crawled back into my assortment of blankets and closed my eyes. I started to drift off when suddenly, BOOM! My body was thrown from my bed, ringing started in my ears. I could hardly see through the rummage the enormous shake had caused. I could hardly hear Cora screaming over the ringing sensation. Dad rushed through our doorway, first picking Cora over his shoulder and then me. “Shhh Cora, we’re going to the basement.”
By Taylor Isler5 years ago in Fiction
Sole Survivor
The Earth was a barren wasteland. Broken homes stood half-buried in sand, dirt and rock. Metallic shells of what once were vehicles lay strewn about, rusted and ruined far beyond use. Various household appliances were identifiable amidst the chaotic rubble but nothing was of value. It was all gone. Entire cities turned to ash. Lakes and rivers dried up or poisoned. A sickly haze had formed across the sky, tainting the rain and amplifying the sun's radiation, turning the majority of the planet into a toxic desert landscape. Not a single tree still stood as far as the eye could see, nor any life for that matter, aside from one man. For all he knew, Jared was the last man alive. The bombs had destroyed everything: his family, his friends, his home, his future. Nothing but broken fragments and hollow memories remained of the world before the war. He walked on in search of food and water, though why he did not know. Surely it would be wiser to give up hope and join the rest of humanity in the land of the dead. But why, then, was he saved? Why hadn't he died in the blast? He had to believe that there were others out there. He had to believe that he could find them. Somehow, if enough had lived, they would find a way to start over. Somehow they would survive.
By Sean White5 years ago in Fiction
