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Ruination
© Copyright 2021, Tyler Dean Milligan. All rights reserved. Year 2045 (Old Divide, Colorado) It’s been 20 years since the United States was hit by an EMP (Electromagnetic pulse). In the first year alone 90% of the American population had died. After the EMP, people couldn’t simply flip on a light switch anymore. No running water, food, or Medicine. No computers, or cell phones to hear if your loved ones were ok. No GPS to tell you how to get to the nearest grocery store. In order to survive, most people had to band together. Survival groups were the best way to ensure one’s safety.
By Tyler Dean Milligan5 years ago in Fiction
Path Finder
My fingers tremble as I press a grime-covered thumbnail against the clasp to open her locket. Shuddering, the breath I hold escapes with a soft hiss from between my lips. The dim light flits across the dull, pounded-silver surface embossed with a dragonfly as the heart-shape pops open.
By BJ Whittington5 years ago in Fiction
A Ranger's Life
My name is Elyana Rose. I am the oldest of three, but sadly I am the last of my tribe. My village was invaded just over a year ago, but I managed to escape into a nearby forest and I’ve lived in that forest alone ever since. I don’t necessarily like visiting towns, but I don’t really hate it either. I just prefer to be out in the wilderness. I’m twenty-one years old, and most people in my village were viewed as adults at the age of sixteen, which was the age my youngest brother was when I found him behind the house with a dagger in his stomach. I felt bad for leaving my village, but I was raised to believe that nature allows the strong to thrive and only the weak perish. Of course, I strive to make sure their names become legend, but I guess nature thought I was the only one strong enough to do it. Living in the wild has taught me to respect nature and I believe that nature is more important than the civilizations built that destroy it. I once read about a region called Solaria where nature is held to such a high regard. I really want to visit there one day, which is why I decided that I wanted to start an adventure. Solaria is just across the ocean and doesn’t seem like much of an adventure, so I’ve decided I want to make it a point to eventually travel to every region.
By Brilainey Creates5 years ago in Fiction
Nalah's Toy
Nala’s Pet The first time I awoke to the smell of burnt flesh. My own. I tried to catch a glimpse, but my eyes wouldn’t focus. I blinked again, but a solution was covering my eyeballs, not tears. Something sticky. My blood oozing out of my eyes and mouth. I swallowed. Felt it run down my throat. This is bad. Very bad. I turned my head just in time to catch sight of a drone hovering over my body, screeching like a cat with its tail caught. The whole place was bathed in piercing white light. Like you’d been looking toward the sun, when it sears the back of your skull, makes you see spots. I saw something move toward the foot of the bed. A Squid -like alien. Never saw one before. But this one was floating in air, legs barely touching the floor. Hovering. And worse, there were four tentacle-like arms moving this way and that, applying some goop to my legs. As I raised my head up, our eyes met. I swear the squid smiled. Damn thing smiled right at me.
By James McMechan5 years ago in Fiction
The Death of Justice
The Death of Justice In this corrupt, perverted society we live in, it's difficult to determine who is innocent and guilty. How do you decide who should take responsibility when there is enough blame to go around for everyone? The problem with accountability is that it is contingent upon a point of view and is subject to perspective. When urban tragedy is examined, logic suggests that the "blame game" has fingers pointing in many directions because of the different players' various perspectives.
By Dr. Willie J. Keaton5 years ago in Fiction
As The Ashes Fall
We just cared about ourselves and what we could buy, not what we could try to help each other survive. Just a penny for your thoughts can help a million survive. An equal alternative from being down all the time. Even if looking to make this place a little better that’s fine. But instead, we sat back and watched as our land, sea and forests died. Now we flourish with what their designing. Focusing & admiring the things that should bring on sirens. Worst part is the advertising intensifies it, so as the funding grew, the media grew silent. In the end, we stood up and grew violent, so over time we learned just how to confine it. Finally, now that we’re ready to stand up and deny it, everyone’s excited before we lay divided. Just the simple cost of making society silent.
By Andrew Dixon5 years ago in Fiction
