Stories tagged “post apocalypse”
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A New Reality
“You know,” Vlad turned, “If we just went back and told them we were lost, I’m sure they’ll understand,” The fiery haired girl shook her head, “It’s too late for that now,” A man called in a hoarse ...
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Fighting a Lost Battle
Day 203 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry number 148. Time 1:34 PM. Temperature 92 degrees Fahrenheit. Two hundred and three days of wondering has lead me to my goal. My one place I knew if I reached, I would be alright. As I write these words, I am s...
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A Sinking Sun. A Rising Fear.
Day 206 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry number 151. Time 11:41 PM. Temperature 53 degrees Fahrenheit. This is my third night sleeping under the Atlantic sky, and each night I fear more and more. I fear of the world as it looks from space. No more of...
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On A Beach where One Man Breathes
Day 216 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry number 156. Time 2:12 AM. Temperature 22 degrees Fahrenheit. I have awaken once again to a growling stomach. Five days without food and water does stuff to a man. Then again, this won’t be the longest I&...
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The Blue Bard
Day 219 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry 259. Time: 4:13 A.M. Temperature 29 degrees Fahrenheit. The ship, if it could be called that, finally came in. It was more like half a ship—the thing was rusty and melted, birds flying off it when it ran...
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Rain, Rain. Go Away.
Day 219 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry number 159. Time 6:42 AM. Temperature 32 degrees Fahrenheit. From the depths of hell, these rains pour. My makeshift shelter is the only thing between me, and drowning in my own self pity. There is a God, and ...
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Enigma XT23
“Enigma, what is the estimated time of arrival?” I asked in the eerie quiet. The computer responded “The craft will reach your destination in approximately four hundred and twenty five years” “Have the others already gone ...
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No Happy Endings after the Book is Already Over
Day 240 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry number 168. Time 2:33 AM. Temperature -11 degrees Fahrenheit. Just cut my fucking neck now. I don’t care anymore. All I have is smothered into nothing, a burnt out flame. Scattered remains. Dead lovers. ...
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Post Apocalypse: First of the Seconds
So I am hyrdogen, First of the Seconds. Such mass destruction, such intense silence. Raya would laugh at that. She was always telling me not to slam the door on my way out. I stood as tall as I could in the tiny cave I had been blown into. The minute p...
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Justice
Justice. Whoever had named this little rabble of dilapidated buildings must have had one hell of a sense of humor. Situated beneath what had once been a bustling inter-enclave highway, the only people in Justice were the forgotten and those that wished...