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A Terrible Time For New Beginnings
If anyone alive had been around to observe the passage of time, you would learn it was exactly midnight on a Monday in the year 4783 A.D. when a former U.S.A cloning faculty’s main generator failed, and the clones in it began waking up early. Any dieter could tell you Monday is a terrible day of new beginnings, not to mention midnight, an hour of unwarranted things, but humans had long vacated earth some 120 plus years ago, so no one was around to explain all this to the struggling clones. One clone in particular could have benefited from this news. New to life, this clone sucked in the air she instinctively craved only to find herself drowning on the amniotic fluid she was suspended in. Panicked she pressed her hands on the glass she could not see out of and then beat on it when it did not give way to her touch. She was dying; although she did not understand the concept of death, she possessed an innate understand of the discomfort it brought on. She loathed the feeling and writhed to rid herself of it.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Fiction
Bone Corner
Suicide Sickness hit the high-country hard as an ice storm and silent as a blite. Too frequently my rides into town were blocked by processions of mourners. The burials had turned to bonfires with the survivors-so-far circling the departed, howling around the flames. The ash only made it about a mile from the ceremonies before settling on stilled vehicles and once white windowsills. The snows didn’t wash it away, it made it clump and drip and stain everything gray. Burn-burials, as they came to be known, happened after the ground froze, and people kept on needing to be laid to rest. Folks considered several bodies sharing a grave to be morbidly unacceptable—but bodies sharing the flames, I guess that was alright. At first it smelled like people were grilling chicken and burning hair at the same disgraceful cook out. It’s confounding how much human flesh smells like barbecue and how much burning the rotten clothes triggered that gag reflex deep within. At least it was just the older folks back then.
By Matt Keating5 years ago in Fiction
Church Goers
Pattie is lying between the wall and the fridge. Pattie is my dog. I figure she likes the gentle vibration of the motor when it kicks on. We sure stepped in shit finding this spot. I commuted here, three times a month. I’m in chainsaws. That’s unclear. I deliver parts for certified Stihl brand chainsaws. To think that I came here, to this city—well they call it a city, it’s not. I came here to this broken mill town and boom, that’s the day this place sees more excitement than it has since before logging fell out of favor? Boy, these out of work folks sure can turn a downtown upside down. I’m not exaggerating when I say they had torches.
By Matt Keating5 years ago in Fiction
Her Heart
They come all the time now. Can’t stop them. Our world, well it’s gone. Food is scarce. Heat unbearable. Waters rise in Florida. Cover Miami. Volcanos erupt in the North. Earthquakes and flooding in California. We have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. And not from them.
By Felicity Harley5 years ago in Fiction
The Reckoning
Is this life? I thought to my self as i stood there holding my weapon across another females face defending the last known piece of bread to mankind. She reminded me of myself honestly, roughly almost 16 years of age, jet black hair with hazel eyes. We could have been related if someone random bumped into us in the street. But that didn’t matter what mattered at this moment was that i needed to make a name for myself. If some random girl can steal my food the other people out here may get the idea to try and do the same. “Let go of the bread and you can keep your life” ““this is a post apocalypse where everything around us is dirt and we are almost to the stage of cannibalism do as you please, not much to live for anyway.”” she had a point and now I’m in an even worse position in taking control of the situation. All eyes are on us now as she utters “kill me if you please” as i held the pocket knife more firm against her neck i took a chance to think.. this is what started where we are today. The control for power has drove everyone insane and made them turn on each other. “We can share it, it’s not much but both of us will get a portion and peace can be maintained “ in that moment everyone around us seemed more shocked i offered to share instead of just kill her. It’s like they were hoping for an exciting fight scene. “Fine” she said as she rolled her eyes.. for some reason i enjoyed her random yet slightly aggressive attitude. I handed over the bread and started to walk away. Little did i know i had a new associate right behind me. ““So what’s your name?”” The random girl asked. “Maia” i responded. ““That’s interesting what does it stand for? And my name is Sarai. I’m not sure if my name has much meaning.”” “My name originates from the meaning brave warrior.” “”Wow is that how you know how to fight so well?””
By Tati Andrews5 years ago in Fiction
And then they woke up
The girl was huddled by the fire, cradling a can of soup she had taken from the old store on the corner. Stars were appearing in the sky as the sun hid from the day that had been and darkness settled over the street, sealing in the cold and dolor that had taken over the girl’s bones. Her patrol to the neighbouring suburbs had proven to be less fruitful than she had hoped. It had been three months since everyone left, and the girl had been working tirelessly since then to find answers.
By jaime elizabeth5 years ago in Fiction
