I thought I had chosen correctly. I read the right things, talked to many different people with many different views and I considered every aspect of both sides. In the end, I felt 100% comfortable with my choice. I realize now that my decision has helped facilitate this complete and total destruction of my beloved country. In all my research I never investigated the possibility that my choice wou...

I hate it here. I should never have come home. This place is the worst and it brings out the worst in me. Seeing it in this condition, after having been away so long, it just makes me feel worse.

Garbage lines the streets. The homeless are fighting each other and shouting; I keep my distance as I make my way. I half recognize the chatter of voices, and the guy I see turn a corner looks like someo...

As I stumble through the empty streets I can hear the shards of glass crack under my shoes, an almost satisfying sound to listen to, but far to loud. Shivers of fear run up my spine as up ahead of me i spot a torn down sign, the sign reads “Now Entering California.” The rusted metal has three scratch marks running across, making the words almost indistinguishable. The sign brings back so many feel...

We had all seen him as a great leader. So yes we had all voted for him. Oh, how I regretted that decision now.

Exactly 7 months later, our home was in ruins. Bombs seemed to explode every other minute and so many people had died.

And in the wreckage, I was the leader. Some how, I was leading a revolution. I tend to regret my past decisions but sometimes I like to think it will affect my, our futur...

Slowly, brought to ruin.

The carving of buildings,

the curbing of vigor,

the substraction of growth.

All leading to a broken, despairing realm of lost ambition and shattered hopes.

The riots could have changed things.

The uprising could have turned the tables.

But slowly, we were brought to ruin.

Our efforts, fruitless.

Our desires, neutered.

Maybe we should have never resisted.

Maybe we’d s...

This is a continuation of Chocolate Rain (the whole story was too long to post in one story), which I’m submitting for a writing competition.

Ten minutes later, he begins to feel heavy, like an anchor dragging me into a mess bound to end in a sea of tears. I drag my feet across the pavement, searching for open places to sleep. Residents are sleeping up and down the streets; some seek shelter in ...

This is PART ONE of a short story I’m submitting for a writing competition. FYI this doesn’t fully follow the prompt but it was my inspiration for the story! Part 2 is out now… Enjoy!

On dark, dreary nights like these, I pull my blanket up to my chin so its warmth covers the freckles underneath my bottom lip. When the winds are mysterious, and I find the noises from the city become too overwhelmi...

The walk is painful, metal chains cutting into her wrists. But that wasn’t the only reason. The town they walked through was completely destroyed; buildings demolished, glass windows shattered, paint chipping, debris littering the dirt streets. The only sound that echoed through the unnatural silence of the town was the scuffing of shoes and the squelch of blood as the prisoners walked through the...

I stare at smashed windows and crumbling walls, some buildings are only a pile of ashes.

I feel a pang as I realise that one bad decision has led me here, led me to the ruins of my home. It’s my fault, I did something wrong and it hurt others.

This town was destroyed and abandoned because of me....

It was never really her ‘home’.

Her home had always been the First Timeline. But regardless, this was where she was born.

Where her mother had died, years and years ago.

When Casey got the notice that Tiжa was finally safe to visit, after thousands of years of radioactive contamination, she knew she had to go see it. Even if it was only to satisfy some morbid curiosity.

She popped into existen...