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The Heart Shaped Locket
The Heart Shaped Locket By Roy Rhoades (A Post-Apocalyptic Dystopian Fictional Story) After years of watching a world come undone, I sat and reflected about the hope of a new world. My desire for reflective time found me sitting on a beach watching a sunset for the first time in years. The waves were coming graciously to the shore, and I was at peace. I took time to reflect upon a whole new world coming back into being. Recreating a world when the previous world was gone can be both threatening and invigorating. In this post-apocalyptic world, I was reflecting on the part that I was playing in this new world. I had been part of recreating something from my past and suddenly I realized that it resonated with all of society. I would discover a simple solution to helping people get back on track in this post dystopian world. My contribution came about because of rediscovering something I previously possessed, that had been lost. I also realized that in the future, governments would eventually get tired of controlling everything. Leaders would return to the idea of being servants rather than power brokers. Hackers stopped hacking. People focused on prevention and cures rather than treating disease for money. Climate change was not the apocalyptic disaster that everyone thought it would be and realized that weather just changes. The media and politicians stopped using climate change and other pandemics to bring about fear. People had spent so much time in lockdown and isolation that they started to think about what was essential in life. The future brought about change.
By Roy Rhoades5 years ago in Futurism
Dreaming Trees
It was five days since she last saw the green rush of trees beyond the highway. Somehow the vision receded every time she sought it. Something to do with the sun’s reflection on rock, maybe. Every bit of green had been sucked into a vast vault of nothingness since the cataclysm, but that cluster of green had been there. It was no fleeting mirage. She’d stared at it for many long minutes and the urge to run toward it had gripped every part of her thin body. But no, too much risk of being seen and robbed of her few precious tools.
By Merrin de Caux5 years ago in Futurism
The Last Human
It had finally happened, just not in the way that everyone thought that it would. Destruction and chaos have reigned now for twenty years. And here I was, believing that I was now the sole survivor in what was once called the United States of America. Now, however, it was just considered the ground that supplied most of my basic needs. Food, shelter, and when I could find it, drinkable water. There have been days that I just wanted to give up and let the wild animals that came around devour me for their nourishment. Yet something kept pushing me to just survive one more day, no matter what it took.
By Sherry Flahrity5 years ago in Futurism
Beyond the Gloom
Hester stepped out onto the path on the rainy Tuesday morning. He looked up and sighed loudly. The gloomy days seemed to follow each other, like darkness was the only thing to prevail over New Earth. It had been 864 days since the last ray of sunshine filled the city, and Hester was certain the next would not be around the corner any time soon. He slumped along the path, recognising his colleagues heading in the same direction as they too, looked blankly ahead. Hester could see the black building looming at the end of his street, a constant reminder that his dreary place of work stood above all else, in more ways than one. He spotted Karl in the distance, however he did not peep a word as this would have caused more issues than he wished to bargain for. Instead, he thought, I must find a time to ask him how Rita is going. If people knew he was even aware Karl still had contact with his wife, it would mean a death sentence for all three of them, a fate he did not wish to see carried out. At least not today, he decided.
By Hollie Kajewski5 years ago in Futurism
Blast from the Past
For most people in the year 237A.E., today was just another day, but not for Aracella. Today was her 21st birthday, and that didn't mean much other than she would submit and hopefully be assigned one of her top three picks for jobs at the compound. She was hoping for scavenger so she could leave the compound every day with Malahki, her partner of the last five years. She dreaded the idea of being stuck within the walls of the compound on kitchen duty, or worse, rubbish sorter.
By A. L. Faulkenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Only Time Will Tell
“WHERE IS THE LOCKET?!” I faintly hear this question being screamed at me as I become conscious again. Where am I? Last thing I remember was scavenging for food with my sister Zena. Oh, I hope she is ok. Suddenly, a splash of ice cold water hits my face.
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Futurism
Dear Diary
Dawn trickled into the deserted warehouse through a broken roof, not so much bringing light as pointing out in glowing fingers how decrepit the contents were. Debris was piled from wall to wall, separating the large space into smaller sections, each one in turn filled with odd mounds of rotted fabric, moldering boxes, piles of wood, and other, less easily identified things. A few narrow alleys through the center of the debris looked like paths through a junkyard.
By Cindy Darling5 years ago in Futurism
