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Church Goers
Pattie is lying between the wall and the fridge. Pattie is my dog. I figure she likes the gentle vibration of the motor when it kicks on. We sure stepped in shit finding this spot. I commuted here, three times a month. I’m in chainsaws. That’s unclear. I deliver parts for certified Stihl brand chainsaws. To think that I came here, to this city—well they call it a city, it’s not. I came here to this broken mill town and boom, that’s the day this place sees more excitement than it has since before logging fell out of favor? Boy, these out of work folks sure can turn a downtown upside down. I’m not exaggerating when I say they had torches.
By Matt Keating5 years ago in Fiction
Her Heart
They come all the time now. Can’t stop them. Our world, well it’s gone. Food is scarce. Heat unbearable. Waters rise in Florida. Cover Miami. Volcanos erupt in the North. Earthquakes and flooding in California. We have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. And not from them.
By Felicity Harley5 years ago in Fiction
The Reckoning
Is this life? I thought to my self as i stood there holding my weapon across another females face defending the last known piece of bread to mankind. She reminded me of myself honestly, roughly almost 16 years of age, jet black hair with hazel eyes. We could have been related if someone random bumped into us in the street. But that didn’t matter what mattered at this moment was that i needed to make a name for myself. If some random girl can steal my food the other people out here may get the idea to try and do the same. “Let go of the bread and you can keep your life” ““this is a post apocalypse where everything around us is dirt and we are almost to the stage of cannibalism do as you please, not much to live for anyway.”” she had a point and now I’m in an even worse position in taking control of the situation. All eyes are on us now as she utters “kill me if you please” as i held the pocket knife more firm against her neck i took a chance to think.. this is what started where we are today. The control for power has drove everyone insane and made them turn on each other. “We can share it, it’s not much but both of us will get a portion and peace can be maintained “ in that moment everyone around us seemed more shocked i offered to share instead of just kill her. It’s like they were hoping for an exciting fight scene. “Fine” she said as she rolled her eyes.. for some reason i enjoyed her random yet slightly aggressive attitude. I handed over the bread and started to walk away. Little did i know i had a new associate right behind me. ““So what’s your name?”” The random girl asked. “Maia” i responded. ““That’s interesting what does it stand for? And my name is Sarai. I’m not sure if my name has much meaning.”” “My name originates from the meaning brave warrior.” “”Wow is that how you know how to fight so well?””
By Tati Andrews5 years ago in Fiction
And then they woke up
The girl was huddled by the fire, cradling a can of soup she had taken from the old store on the corner. Stars were appearing in the sky as the sun hid from the day that had been and darkness settled over the street, sealing in the cold and dolor that had taken over the girl’s bones. Her patrol to the neighbouring suburbs had proven to be less fruitful than she had hoped. It had been three months since everyone left, and the girl had been working tirelessly since then to find answers.
By jaime elizabeth5 years ago in Fiction
The Hearts Call-Chapter 3
Winds whipped loose dirt and ash around outside of a cave as Lizzy tossed and turned in her sleeping bag. Her face was dirty from days of being on the run without finding anywhere to get more water or clean up. A howl in the distance stirred her, causing her to open her eyes and look around. This was the hardest part of the day since the crash, waking up to find it was all real. It reminded her that her grandfather was gone, much like her father. If she couldn't find a way out of the hot zone and back to San Diego, Lizzy was all alone.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Fiction
Hope enduring
I can hear the footsteps penetrating through my eardrums. The echo of snapping twigs that feel as loud as a symbol crashing. I am unsure whether each beat of my heart is louder. I can feel it pounding in my ribcage, trying to break out. I heard a louder snap. It could have been a branch? Did a piece of clothing get snagged? I want to look, peer around the large oak tree that looks as old as the world itself. Maybe I can catch a glimpse of who it is. Just a quick one.
By Janine S White5 years ago in Fiction
