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One last Cig
Opening the door, reality hits him in the face. The fantasy of reuniting with his wife and son to move into the unknown died the moment his eyes met the street. Pulling up were 3 purification patrols. There was no use in hoping they were looking for someone else. There was no hope of talking his way out of it. An empty house, a packed bag, and dressed like a Glitch. He was fucked and he knew it.
By E.D. Nonam5 years ago in Fiction
"Him"
Whoever you are. Dia was scavenging in a dumpster when I found her. It had been years since I had seen a child her age. At first, I didn't know if she was real. The Blight had wiped out the reproductive organs of virtually every man on earth. Oddly, she looked at me the same way. As if to say "what are you?"
By E.D. Nonam5 years ago in Fiction
Holocaust
Before he knew it had happened Sabrina was asleep on his lap and he was still watching the news. It seemed like another world. He couldn't believe all this had happened almost overnight or so it seemed. He really didn't watch the news that much. Always seemed to be too depressing and his life was depressing enough these days. The loss of his wife still fresh in his mind all he had now was his beautiful baby girl. She was his ray of sunshine now, and the only thing that meant anything anymore. His eyes were growing heavy and he decided it was time for bed. Rather than make Sabrina get up he decided to just sleep on the couch. "Goodnight baby" he whispered as he made himself comfortable. He fell asleep with the TV on.
By Josh Mallernee5 years ago in Fiction
Holocaust
Chapter 1 The morning air was still and the sound of birds was about all you could hear when he woke from his night's sleep. Jonathan sat in his bed remembering his wife who he had just recently lost to a battle with cancer. He still remembered the tears that had been shed when the news was given. Their daughter Sabrina was only 8 and her mother was dying. How do you tell an 8 yr old that everything she knew was about to change?
By Josh Mallernee5 years ago in Fiction
B. Graves: Zombie Slayer
Entry 1: They say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. I wonder if that’s true for the half living or what some might describe as the undead. Did their lives play out like a movie before their eyes as the turned? Or are they constantly watching the mistakes they made on repeat as they wander the wasteland? Well, there’s only one way to find out.
By Anthony Herrington5 years ago in Fiction
The City of Misery
Nobody can hear a Scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Anabelle loves being on Facetube that her living room have three 65 inch TVs on each wall.Each TV have their own names Carl ,Zoe and Luz.The South wall TV is Carl ,with a golden name plate above it.The east wall has a golden nameplate with Zoe above that smart TV.The West wall has Luz on the golden name plate above that smart TV.
By Mariann Carroll5 years ago in Fiction
She Means Everything to Me
Sophie could imagine how it had happened. Regent’s Hospital was criminally understaffed at the best of times, and it was a busy summer’s night. She couldn’t be angry at the nurses for something that was beyond their control - and the number of hospital rooms available to the ICU was definitely out of their control.
By E J Willow5 years ago in Fiction
The Savior
Thousands of years back, there came massive destruction that hit the earth. This destruction was caused by the dark lord of the earth, he goes by the name Rajah. Many lives were lost, properties and even the tiniest of all living creatures were destroyed.
By Olalekan Adeeko5 years ago in Fiction
A Memory of Rain
That memory: the staccato drum on the old, corrugated iron roof of the shed, the rivulets forming in dust so dry, it was like face powder, and then, her mouth open as splashes of earthy rain hit her tongue, cold, startling, wonderful. That memory was so cherished – she inhaled these imaginings deep into her heart.
By Michèle Nardelli5 years ago in Fiction
A Modern Moirai
A Modern Moirai I know it is a little bit crazy to spend hours and hours at my cutting table, turning a rainbow of colors and patterns of perfectly good cottons into precisely crafted strips and pieces, wild shapes and harmonious images. Crazier still to think that somehow assembling them into meticulously sewn blocks and squares and rectangles and circles will result in something better than existed before I took scissors and rotary cutter in hand and sliced and clipped my way through the stacks of fabric. And yet, who is to say that cutting and shaping, stitching and blending fabrics is not an echo of the acts of the gods of old? The three Moirai, Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, do the same thing with our lives. Clotho and Lachesis spin and weave our stories until Atropos takes up her mighty shears and clips the thread, ending our time here with a single snip.
By Susan Imbs5 years ago in Fiction
The Creation of a Political Utopian Society
The 2024 U.S. presidential campaign topped the degree of polarization observed in the prior election. Many wondered how the country could be united after the election declared a winner since both the Democratic and Republican candidates vowed to contest the election results irrespective of whether the outcome was definitive or not. God help us was a popular slogan echoed by both candidates during their campaign rallies. And although an independent candidate also ran, most voters understood that this candidate was a spoiler that had little or no choice of capturing the White House.
By Anthony Chan5 years ago in Fiction
