Dystopian

I, Willhelm
It had been a hard few years. Alun was tired down to his bones. Every morning he would wake up look at the alarm clock and wonder if relief would be the last thing he would feel if he stepped out in front of the bus today. Of course he would never do that, he’d seen enough photos in court and witnessed the devastating emotional aftermath in the witnesses to know that he could never actually do that. But still, imagining it provided a kind of metal relief that was was almost soothing.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Chapters
ENDURANCE BEYOUND APOCALYPSE
Days 201-209 During days 201-204, the world found itself on the precipice of an apocalyptic nightmare as a relentless nuclear war unfolded. Both the United States and its adversaries engaged in the destructive obliteration of cities, pushing humanity towards the brink of extinction. The grim reality of impending doom hung heavily over the global landscape, with the only glimmer of hope relying on putting an end to the ceaseless barrage of nuclear retaliation.
By Okafor Emmanuel2 years ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
Frank died in his sleep the spring, on a Friday. From the health monitor around his wrist, i felt his blood pressure drop and ordered the monitor to buzz a message to Frank.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Chapters
ENDURANCE BEYOUND APOCALYPSE
Days 251-260 We were brought closer to the elusive group we were tracking. The trail was so fresh that we anticipated catching up with them every time we ascended the next ridge. Finally, we set up camp and noticed the telltale glow of a campfire a few miles away.
By Okafor Emmanuel2 years ago in Chapters
A Strange Tradition
A Strange Tradition Many writers choose to incorporate a theme to their story as a guide for the reader. In the short story “The Lottery”, Shirley Jackson writes about a strange tradition as her theme. She also talks about the different elements that represent it and the relationship of the villagers towards this peculiar tradition. In a way, I believe she aims to criticize how people cling to the past and the “old ways” even tough they no longer make sense. This short story is a way to illustrate how sometimes things should change, we should use the past to build a better future, and not try to avoid the present.
By Cam_ben2 years ago in Chapters
Crowned in Love's Escape
In the realm of crowns and golden halls, A king stood tall, within fortress walls. Yet, on his brow, a heavy crown, For happiness eluded, wearing a frown.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
Alice husband was still inside comforting the baby. Alice watched from the edge of the garden, her hands over her mouth and her eyes red, tapping her foot relentless as her thoughts swirled. He couldn’t see her. It was dark outside, the stars already out, and he wasn’t about to come outside to find her either.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
It was a full year before Frank regained use of his foot, and even then, he would walk for the rest of his life with a limp. Unlike previous times he had been forced to sit still and recover, this was the first time in his life that Frank actually enjoyed himself. He had a few visitors. His niece, Helen and his sister a few times. Each time they came they noted how fantastic the farm was looking. They’d expected the fields fallow and everything in a state of disrepair. Instead the every field was planted with a variety of different grains and vegetables. Somehow there were even dozens of trees planted, some of them quite mature - and presumably, expensive. When they entered the house it was spotless. Hellen had never even seen the floor without a line of mud from the front door, now she could probably eat off the door mat.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Chapters
ENDURANCE BEYOUND APOCALYPSE
Day 101-107 Day 101-107 was a period marked by the harrowing aftermath of a nuclear war that laid waste to the west coast of America. Cities like Los Angeles and San Diego ceased to exist, obliterated by the devastating impacts of either Russian or Chinese nuclear weapons. The destruction extended to an entire carrier strike group off the coast of San Diego, the last stronghold in the Pacific, annihilated by yet another nuclear strike just a day prior.
By Okafor Emmanuel2 years ago in Chapters
ENDURANCE BEYOUND APOCALYPSE
Days 148-159 witnessed a complex unfolding of events following the overthrow of Billy and his crew. Amidst differing opinions on how to proceed, Ruslana, drawing on her past experiences, vehemently opposed a violent resolution. Instead, she ensured that Billy and his crew faced a makeshift prison for their crimes. The decision, tough but just, left a lingering doubt about the wisdom of confining Billy. Personally, I contemplated a more decisive and lethal solution.
By Okafor Emmanuel2 years ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
It felt hopeful again. Alice woke up exhausted down to her bones as usual, but her soul felt better; less lonely. Once her husband left, Alice fed the baby while the robot cleaned, humming as she did so. This day was going to be ok — she had decided — with the robot there to help, it didn’t feel all so impossible. She liked this robot. It was kind, and maybe it was all just programming, but even the illusion of kindness was all she needed to feel a little hope.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Chapters
ENDURANCE BEYOUND APOCALYPSE
Day 1: The recollection of the preceding night persists vividly in my thoughts as the first day unfolds. Unbeknownst to me, it marked the conclusion of regular nights on Earth. Celebrating a friend's birthday, I found myself abruptly awoken at 6 AM by a deafening noise and a burst of light, as if a colossal force had thrown me out of bed. Escaping just in time, my three-story home crumbled, subjected to a violent rupture, and I suffered burns from the ensuing tempest.
By Okafor Emmanuel2 years ago in Chapters