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We rose in the ashes, From dust and death, To live our lives, And take a breath. We were born in the flames, In horror and pain, To stand and watch, While humanity was slain.
Part 1. The bombs exploded. The whole world was alight with the burning flames that engulfed it all. Anything I had ever cared for; gone. I stood in the cave with the only other people who survived.
Chapter 2 11 years later... ~Ela~ It's terrible. It's destroying us all. This war. In the last two great wars, all they has was guns and a few airplanes.
There was screaming at first. Then there was a day of silence. Just a day. Exactly 24 hours. Nothing more, nothing less. Then...They came down from above. No one was prepared. At all.
We crossed the salty crumbling ground. With no life forms and no water around. In suffocating heat as the sun shone down. We reached the border but heard no sounds.
Welcome to what is left of planet Earth, population: 26, Some kind of suicidal God that none of us knew of got his fix, Now, there are only 26, floating upon the river Styx, Heading for year 0's era,...
Name: Sky Age:16 Rank: adolescent Number:45689BCC That's what's on my bed in the adolescent dorm, My mother is dead My farther is a soldier at this bloody Volt The year is 4018 The world had...
Sorry for the wait. :) 19 years later... ~Elle~ Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock... My eyelids shoot open and I gasp, nineteen years worth of air flooding into my lungs, oxygen rushing through my veins.
I wipe the steam from the bathroom mirror and stare at my reflection. A young boy of eighteen, his dark brown hair an unruly, wet mess, looks glumly back.
A rumbling growl echoes throughout the room. "There's a monster in your tummy," Lucy says in a sing-song voice, feigning a gasp of horror. I laugh and pat her head.
We journey down the calm polluted rivers Our wounded drank from the hidden fountain of youth to heal quicker We passed through the Forest of Light - the home of the Elves Who recently crossed over...
What's left when all is gone to ash. There's naught but fire and smog. When humanity will have to live, Whilst shrouded by the fog.
#household #radio The air is always stuffy in a radiation suit. Sweat drips from my armpits and puddles in my boots. The fog inside my faceplate can not be wiped away.
Stolen Minds Pt. 1 INTRO: Beyond Now is a new collection I am working on, completely separate from the Radiant Order world. I am experimenting with writing entirely in third person :-).
#endoftime A boy and his B.U.D. That's me and him "Biometric Universal Device" On the edge of boredom The brink of night Perhaps the only ones Still living in this wide, quiet sky.
Jag har sedan många år varit fascinerad av post-apokalyptisk litteratur och film. Den första boken jag läste i den genren var Pestens Tid (The Stand) av Stephen King som sen följdes av bl.a.
Last year the Internet crashed. It is the 7th December 2015, about ten o'clock at night. I walk through the highstreet of my little town. There is the old bookies, window smashed in.
As I hide from the enemy I think why do I fight. Our world is in ruins from 50 years of war, I want to give up but I will let my family and humanity down.
Just the beginning of an idea. A young man woke up with a thick haze clouding his sight. His body felt pulverized, his head walloped.
(read parts 1-8 first) #thelight Sally gazed overboard watching the large glass tunnel bellow them. Small circular vehicles shooting past on tracks. Bugs.
I walk among the remains of the village. Houses are crumbled in ruins, and dilapidated shops lie empty, all products long stolen.
Have you ever had to decide between who lives and who dies?. I am not talking about some shitty Playstation RPG. I mean in real life.
The world is a barren plain of destruction. All that remains is a crumbling ruin now home to disease; a miasma of corrupting filth. Upon the surface, a cloud of shadows trail with them a poison.
#MyWorld Tarmac slowly tortured, Plumes of smoke and ash, Graffiti's even fading, Rain stings: lash by lash.