Stories tagged “destruction”
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Gomorrah, Tennessee
It looked like I was going to have to take the bus home. Where only four hours ago had sat my spotless new silver Mercedes—still proudly displaying the dealer plates—there was now a car-sized lump of rock protruding from the bottom of a crater six ...
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Introduction to Destruction
The hero awoke. He glanced outside, and saw the fiery inferno burning. The sun had come up. He was curious as to whether or not he would ever touch the sun. It had always been a childhood dream of his. To touch it would be a dream come true. Of course,...
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Lost Love
It all looked so foreign, so sparse, more like a moonscape than the heavily-foliaged National Park he had grown to adore with a love that was brimming with an unexplainable passion. The trees were anorexic fingers, no flesh, just bone. Where once you c...
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When they call me..
Hello, “You can call me “Fini`” Though I do have many names, I don’t get to speak with many people, certainly don’t get to tell my side. See, I take care of things, all kinds of things. “You are wondering how I foun...
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Hollow Resolution
His palms itched. They always itched before the draw. Energy pulsed through him with every tick and tock of the clocktower. Never had he been so close to victory as he was now. Countless years spent trying to find the man who moved from place to place ...
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A Nameless City
This city has no name. It did once, but whatever it was, it is lost to time. I merely walk on through the deserted, decrepit boroughs. Shells of whatever these buildings used to be stand stock-still as I amble on past them. I pause to look at one place...
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The Fire
It was so easy to do. The stove was on, the match was lit, and the rest was history. “Mary! What’s going on?” Smoke and artistically swirling orange wisps were flaring in a downstairs window. “Mary! Your kitchen is on fire!” He was waving his...
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Life, Washed Away
He stood on the step of the ruined farm building, clad in his oilskin jacket and battered leather hat – watching the water swirl in pools in the mud of the farmyard path. The rain continued to fall out the sky, tiny whirling droplets like a swarm...
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The End
I saw a man standing, holding a sign that read, “The End Is Near.” When I got home, I got on my computer and Googled, “End of the World,” because after all, who would know more about apocolypes than Google? From Google, I clicke...
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The Goodbye Protocol
Something within me has activated my Goodbye Protocol. Maybe it’s because I know that it’s over. There’s a woman here on the Moon. She may be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Cold solar wind blows so gently across me, I wonder if itR...
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You came at a bad time
“What the hell?” Tucker was angry, he felt like this “thing” was violating his wife by appearing just like her. “We do apologize Tucker, we thought being in this form would be easier for you,” Fake Brenda said. ̶...
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A Rainy Day
We stand in the rain. Together, side by side, we have stood here in all weathers. The summer’s sun parched our throats and burnt our skin until it was red and peeling, and still we stood. In autumn, the wind blew leaves fallen from the ancient tr...
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Human Nature
Like a hawk that tears red, Wet strips of meat from bones We tear away the fabric of importance From everything else but ourselves.
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The Black Death
Remains splattered the walls like vast swathes of red dye, painting a grim tapestry of death and destruction. Black cloaks danced throughout the hall with such grace and fluidity that they seemed to be made of water. They flowed in and out of existence...
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Wages of the Unreliable
Visible carnage spread out for miles. Lampposts and telephone poles were bent or broken into the slanted efforts of a child’s first letters. Most of the fires had burned themselves out but in a few spots glowing embers remained. There was no tell...
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Extemporaneous Instance of Skin; Enlightened Love
The transparent surface reflects flesh eclipsing our skeleton’s silence on the water’s akimbo window a solid flow of indigo limbs where all we know bends like elbows; it blends where waving movements never end and I’m a part of ti...
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Waking Up
The trees and grasslands that once adorned the landscape were now a utopian memory. Even the air was gone, replaced by a suffocating gas mixture that was so tenuous one must breathe through a respirator. The cities made of glass and concrete were grave...
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Dawn
I insert my earbuds and sit down to watch. Legs dangling over the rooftop, Nuvole Bianche whispering through my earbuds, and a beautiful sunrise approaching the horizon in front of me. Birds are singing, people are just starting to wake up, and soft br...