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Untouchable Ground
Guess they were right. Those environmentalists. After awhile the world was a pure wave of radioactivity. The soil itself was the wave of sick. Our ancestors risked their long happy lives for short ones to create this community for the rest who were standing. We live in the sky, not on clouds or anything. But in these high rises that were so high that we could at least with stand the waves. There are 5 buildings in total. Long tunnels connecting us to each building. It was made to stand tall and stay standing up straight for a long time. I’m part of the 3rd generation, born in the sky.
By Kira Viveiros5 years ago in Fiction
Ever Since the Seas Had Risen
Whenever I want to remind myself of what life was like before the world ended, I burn some toast. As the smoke rises, I close my eyes, breathe in deep, and the smell of the over-crisp bread transports me back to those precious moments right before everything changed those many years ago:
By Amanda Hovseth5 years ago in Fiction
A LITTLE PREYER
JUNE 24 This is the journal of Ron Bergoin. I am 37 years old and, as far as I know, I am one of the few survivors. I am leaving this book in the RFD mailbox with the red flag up in the hopes that someday someone will read it. I don’t know why. I just have to write it down. Bear with me. I haven’t had to write by hand for many years. Bloody computers!
By Randall Berger5 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger
“Twenty Years, five Months, and six days. That is how long it has been since the world went to hell. I was just shy of thirteen when the first few cases of the Corona Virus made national news. As the death count started to rise, we were forced into our homes. Empty streets were an eerie premonition of things to come. Then came the riots. Anger and hatred flooded the news.
By Kenneth Walls Jr.5 years ago in Fiction
Corruption
Corruption Charles Freeman was a stout middle aged man who lived for two things. Power and money. Charles had money, always did. His grandfather opened his own restaurant; his father took over and made the restaurant a franchise. His father was a successful business man that had restaurants in every state from New York to California. Charles’s mother was a doctor, not much is known about her parents, she was an orphan. Charles himself was a successful business owner, he owned the local bar. With the money his father and grandfather made Charles lived a nice life, the only thing he wanted was power.
By Heather Skelton5 years ago in Fiction
A World Alone
The red flashing lights slowly started to wake the man strapped to the chair who had just been having a rather pleasant dream. Deep within his mind something was screaming for him to wake up but it was a quiet scream and he squinted trying to fall back into his dream. Then the sound started to register, much like a wrench across corrugated steel, it was an alarm that he knew well and it was deeply ingrained in his training.
By Claire Perry5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Light
Ravi looked around him at the devastation the earthquake left. Like a gaping wound, the earth oozed out debris and soil. His heart felt crushed, very much like the scene he found himself staring at. Why didn’t I listen? Blaming himself for not heeding any warning as many anticipated the end. He reached into his pocket and opened the heart-shaped locket. Once a pleasant token of devotion, only now to be a painful memory of what once was. How can life change so quickly? All his loved ones were gone or missing. As far as he was aware, he was the only one left behind.
By Em Schutte5 years ago in Fiction
