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The empty time
The empty time. After the revenge. The wind is the only thing that is moving. The sky is blue and the sun bright; as if the universe is mocking what is left of humanity. I have crept unwillingly, from my makeshift bed and gazed across the silent town. To escape the stench and probable disease, from all the rotting remains of thousands of human bodies, I have set up camp across the valley in the uninhabited industrial park. No industry now, no anything now, or ever again; it is like looking at a painting that surrounds me a full 360 degrees. I am seeing all, but also taking in so little. It is incredible; almost all humans wiped out in such a short time. Before the news channels faded out they had been reporting the same incredible scenes of destruction, the same mindless killing of any and all humans from all round the world. An orgy of bloodletting and murder. If there is anyone to write a history of the end of humanity, they will claim that it had only taken twenty one days from start to finish. This is not really accurate since the origins of the death and destruction were put in place over several weeks, before the terror was actually unleashed. I guess that much of the history I have ever learnt, is similarly light on factual accuracy.
By Peter Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Ashes
A thick fist, pummelled against the side of a cheek in a roaring backlash, sending the young girl crashing through the space around where she once stood. At first, she was blinded by a haze of her own outstretched limbs, but a more urgent blindness ensued as her head hit the cobblestones and a crimson pool began to stream around her. Tori had expected the pain, it was something she was used to, having lived too long on the streets. “This is the third time in as many weeks," an accusatory figure bellowed at her from high above where she lay "Try to steal fro’me again scum and by the sovereign, you'll wish you were dead."
By Jackson James5 years ago in Fiction
Piratica
Five hundred year ago, they come. A band of pirates. One ship at first. They happen upon an isolated land, not by hook or by crook, but by mistake. They take it for a deserted place, they do. Bury their treasure, an' all. Aye. They come and go and come back again. That’s when they gets an idea in their heads. One among 'em had read a book. In Latin, an' all. Thebook, he says. Thomas More’s, like. And this was it—Utopia, he says.
By Victoria Reeve5 years ago in Fiction
Lonely Ghoul
"Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.” (William Shakespeare, Macbeth Act 1, Scene 4) It's a cool Halloween night, not cold but not warm, just a comfortable breezy night. I decide to escape my lonely prison and get her to escape hers. She’s had a particularly hard day and I want to make an attempt at levity. As I turn the corner to her street my heart stops at the sight of a stunning ghoul. Clothes as black as night around us from head to toe. Her leather jacket matching her combat boots, half of her beautiful face made to be a different kind of beautiful in contrast with her costume, and the other half just her. Her enticing eyes lock onto mine and she forces a smile. She wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her into a tight hug, one that shocks us both.
By Nick Queen5 years ago in Fiction
Apocalyptic Love
Jess was running as fast as her legs would take her. The buildings at her sides were blurring one into the other, and the unkempt pavement under the thin soles of her shoes was cutting a path to her skin. Ignoring the pain and the feeling of blood soaking her boots, she kept running.
By Thomas Powney5 years ago in Fiction
Ermaline's Feast
As her wings shifted ever so slightly, the great beast turned, heading for the sun. Ermaline looked down on the people miles below and wondered that something so small and insignificant could be so tasty. Damn shame they fight back, she thought, wincing at the fresh scar on her side that had blistered from the heat of their torches. It was a bad burn, and not for the first time did she wonder why she was not fire proof outside as well as in. But it would heal, and she would be back, these humans were too good to resist.
By Heather Ewings5 years ago in Fiction
