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The Piney Woods
"Sshh, someone is coming.", Mom whispered to me. I was tired of being quiet. I was tired of hiding. It had been a year since the world exploded. No one around here really knows what happened. One day I was at school, and the next day, my Mom, my little sister, and I were running for our lives. Hiding in empty buildings. Scavenging for food and water wherever we could find it. Mom kept pushing us. She would tell us things will be better once we get to the Piney Woods. Dad had sent word he would meet us there. He had been released from his obligations when the armies disbanded. There were no more societies, no more countries, no borders, so we needed no armies.
By Joey Lowe5 years ago in Fiction
Jake Rodriguez
Slick your hair back, just like that. Okay, now just a little hairspray. Gorgeous, baby. You’re going to rock that presentation this afternoon. Tim won’t know what hit him. All you have to do is muscle up, puff out your chest, talk numbers… the new antidepressant will get put through to R&D before any of those reprobates have a chance to disapprove.
By Trenton Anthony5 years ago in Fiction
When All You Want To Do Is Leave
Dolly, Dolly, come back. Her voice, like the self-soothing purr of a cat. Many things have brought me to this empty cathedral, in this empty city. A disease. A vocation. A paper trail. A locket. Of all these things, it’s the voice that lingers. Not reproachful, not bitter; just a chant, a girl’s jump rope melody, almost meaningless.
By Eric Dovigi5 years ago in Fiction
The Casket Sisters
Rose stood at the base of the large statue of who the handful of human beings left called “God”. He was made of scrape metal but sculpted with beautiful, detailed wings, a somber face in just pants, kneeling with his head down. It is said that he sacrificed himself to be ensure humanity would continue, becoming all powerful being that would bless them all one day. Them all being roughly 200,000 humans left after the virus that essentially killed off two-thirds of the population with the rest, killing themselves in war and distress. Many, 99 percent to be exact, that were saved were older teenagers when it was all said and done. Hidden away by him, Gabriel. All of them marked by the Berkana. The sign of new beginnings and birth. All were marked except for her and her two sisters. She twisted her gold heart-shaped locket between her fingers, staring up at him.
By Betty Lee5 years ago in Fiction
In Our Nature
Growing up, I would always hear about how violent our species was. My 9th grade history teacher would say as long as there are men on earth, there will always be other men to kill them. The prediction that we would be the cause of our own demise had been made time and time again. So many times in fact, I almost feel foolish for feeling shocked the day that prediction came true. How could I be caught off guard by something that we'd been warned about over and over throughout the course of human history? Nevertheless, the day the world was set on fire, I was just as surprised as anyone else.
By Carlos Guerra5 years ago in Fiction
Allison
“Hey Allison, how are things? “All things considered, pretty good for a teenager my age, J0E.” “What are you doing hanging around here in SECTOR 13?”
By CR. Phoenix 5 years ago in Fiction
Power
March 1, 2024 was referred to as “the day the music died.” All radio stations and television channels stopped playing regular programming and switched to Nuclear News around the clock. We had entered a second cold war in the US, only this time it was turned into worldwide entertainment. Donald Trump had been re-elected. Of course, this angered Kim Jong-un, who declared there would be no talk of a button or whose worked better. He stared directly into Trump’s eyes at a lunch he had invited him to while his translator explained North Korea would not be made to look like a fool again. They were leaders of powerful nations and needed to act like it. Donald Trump, with the whole world watching, leaned in and whispered, “I rigged an election to lead the greatest nation on Earth for a second term. I’ll do whatever the hell I want.” He hadn’t realized he was being recorded.
By Brandy Enn5 years ago in Fiction
They Are Here
They're here! My grandfather said he talked to them once, but I didn't believe him. He was quite the storyteller. He said he was a descendant of the great American Indian war chief, Geronimo. He also said he was Elvis Presley's cousin. I laughed off his stories, but they entertained me.
By WriterKat5 years ago in Fiction
B.S.D. Broken, Shattered, Destroyed
Walking down the stairs Mr. Cash held his gun close to his side. Peeping around the corner he scanned for the intruder. At first glance, Mr. Cash hadn’t seen any movement. Moving his position, he hid behind the kitchen island. As Mr. Cash poked his head around the corner of the island, he heard a noise coming from the spare rooms on the right. Watching the area of the spare rooms, he saw a man peeping in the bedrooms holding a shiny black pistol. "Get the fuck out of my family’s house," said Mr. Cash as he looked down the sight of the gun. "This what you finna do so you don’t end up with a couple of bullets in your ass. Put the gun down now, walk back with your hands on your head, and lay on your stomach," shouted Mr. Cash. Placing the gun on the ground the intruder took a couple of steps back then stood still. "What makes you think you should live here in our neighborhood? This neighborhood has represented a beautiful blank canvas that shines in all seasons," said Jimmy. "Excuse me, get your ass on the ground," said Mr. Cash.
By D.C. Senju5 years ago in Fiction
Seed of Hope
I saw the spire looming in the distance as I quickened my footsteps and kept my gaze fixed forward. "Just keep moving." I spoke out loud to myself. The darkness began to creep across the dirt road in front of me. There was so little light during the day. I had to eke out a living on 6 hours of light a day. Our food was in short supply. The Earth seemed to turn a dusty grey. It was like a corpse in repose, slowly rotting with each passing minute. Earth was in decomposition and those few of us left were subjected to the horrors of watching this decrepitude and ultimate death of our world. I let my thoughts drift to happier times but kept my stride swift.
By Becky Byrns5 years ago in Fiction
Do Not Eat the Corn
I remember the view from this spot before it all began. There was a rainbow touching down at the top of the hill, which was covered in green grass and overlooked a creek, long dry by now. On the other side of the creek were fields of corn, green and luscious. Then the rain tapered off to almost nothing. Tornadoes and high winds further dried out the land. The population was a fraction of what it once was.
By Noah Glenn5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 17
After an hour in the First Aid Clinic, I am finally allowed to leave. Dr. Strange is still a bit concerned about a concussion and sends me off with stern warning that if my head ache increases at all, or I feel dizzy or faint, I am to go to the hospital immediately. My arm is in a sling and the pain is still exceeding the pain killers that the German nurse gave me, but I don’t care. I have to get back to my family. I still can’t reach Tucker on his mobile. I try to assure myself that it’s probably just dead again. He must have left his charger back in the room. He is probably very worried about where I am.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction