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Submitted by EvanF113
In a post-apocalyptic Earth, your character finally gets to have a day of thrill and enjoyment after months of hard work and struggle…
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I’m panicking.
One day the world all went black, in the blink of an eye I got the opportunity to hear everything I love slowly disappear.
As I sit uncomfortably on a bed made entirely of concrete, with a blanket thin as paper for my warmth. I feel immensely lonely as I worked my life away for what?
I had the biggest house on top of the hill, I had the cars that hit zero to 60 in 3 seconds, I l...
When I wake up, it’s not bright out yet, but I still feel well rested. I haven’t slept this well in days. Ever since the robots took over, life has been a struggle.
I get up and unzip the opening to the tent, pausing a moment to take in my surroundings before stepping outside into the crisp autumn air. Soon it’ll be winter, I realize. Food will be scarcer. Just another difficulty to add to my cu...
It’s been 125 years since Armageddon and the toxic waste and radiation has subsided…
Or so we thought.
Ms. Heather has not seen anything but four walls of concrete from her ww1 bunker in 8 months. There has been a breach in protocol and she has to venture out to collect samples. Samples that will further allow her to assess her strategy for the next ten years. Along the way she has acquired 18 W...
After months, the day finally arrived. The day she had been waiting for.
Ruby raced down the stairs, her tail wagging as she looked around her cheerful house. Balloons, wrapping paper, juice…and…Ruby sniffed the air to make sure her nose wasn’t fooling her. ..CAKE?! The small merle-colored poodle scrambled to the table where a beautiful frosted cake was sitting on the rosy pink table. Her tail w...
“The sky is so blue it looks like a video screen.” He thought to himself.
Then he realized it had been seven years since he’d even seen a video screen. Or electricity for that matter.
But he didn’t miss it. There was a time he did. A time when he wished and prayed and chanted and sang everyday about wanting things to go back to the way they were. Thinking it was always right around the corne...
Pools of oily liquids punctuated with foamy loaves of fungus dotted the pea gravel. A corpse yellow shore clutched a murky sea of sludge. Two Androids standing on stark rock outcroppings surveyed the wreckage once know as Fogo Island.
“Welcome to Olde Earth, doll face, isn’t it grand!” Mills exclaimed.
Twirling, the powerfully built Android smiled at his girlfriend. Acrid sea breezes wafted off ...
Casey took a piece of pizza from the box Leo was holding. "So this is 'grabbing a slice'? I don't get it."
"Wait for it..." Mikey smiled.
Casey moved the slice closer to his mouth and took a bite. His eyes sparkled. "So much better then rats!"
Everyone nodded.
"He-" Splinter stopped himself.
Leo put his arm around Casey. "Hey, the rest of the world we saved is pretty great too." he winked.
A...
It’s been five years, my daughter has only known dirt, no plants, just dirt. Today we found a little green blade of grass still as fresh as a rose. Not that roses are fresh anymore. The food we have been eating has been expired and all made before _it_ happened, there has been no plants to grow any new food. With all this struggle we managed to survive, and seeing this blade of grass with my daugh...
The wind is blowing through my hair and it’s hitting my face and whipping my clothes around and I’m screaming.
Screaming from the top of the cliff that looks over the destroyed city and into the world.
This obliterated husk of a world.
I’ve been keeping quiet for so long, staying hidden and trying not to be killed.
But I’ve decided to give up.
I can’t do this any more. I don’t care what ...
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