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The Patrol
The Patrol By J.D. Anderson He saw a glint of sunlight reflected about a meter away as he covered his assigned portion of the day’s patrol. Leaving his straight trajectory to cross the piles of rubble that had once been a town, he went to investigate the glimmer that had caught his attention. The community had long been known to be harboring “Free Thinkers,” and the Council that now served as an ad hoc government had decided to convince the town of the Council’s self-imposed legitimacy through a show of strength. They accomplished the complete destruction of the town instead.
By Joel D Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
Rocky Terrain
If there had been a tree or a bush left in existence across this blackened plain, Cormack may have made himself a little more comfortable and watched with real interest the figure he had spotted, and who had not yet spotted him. Already belly to the rocky ground, he had ceased all forward movement, not in the rigid way that danger would normally induce in a being, but in a purely neutral sense. Emotion emanates, fear in particular. It had only taken a generation for Post Apoco's to master fear by accepting its constant presence. Some amongst them had sensitised to all manner of emotion while also developing the ability to harness their own. It was these traits that marked the elite in this new world. His mottled clothing in shades of black and grey, skin paint, and the Great Pollute; the opaque greyish haze that weaved and wavered vertically across the terrain; gave him all the camouflage he needed. He could risk glancing in that direction, but sustained focus was out of the question. It would only draw attention.
By Aileen Lynch5 years ago in Fiction
Creation Of Chaos
Fear, nausea, and ever-increasing pain are what kept her racing through the empty streets and down the sewage collection site. She was taught to always hide; “Never trust what any creature tells you as long as you live.” Her mother beat that into every cell in her being until the moment Andie watched her mother murdered by the Proclamation Enforcement.
By Samantha Semones5 years ago in Fiction
Apocalypse
The inspiration of this story came from this song. Listen to it while you read. :) March 24th, 2022 A lone crescent moon filled the nighttime sky. The chilling sound of Growlers seemed to fill the air surrounding us as we camped out inside a shuttered, abandoned two-story house.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹5 years ago in Fiction
Temptest
Clouds darkened in the sky, to any appearances constructing themselves for a storm. Particularly cruel: the sort of storm Mother Nature would brew when ire. A heavy rain cried from the ruinous clouds, crashing to the ground not undifferentiated from hot tears. These were Mother Nature's tears for the slaughter of innocent souls by ghastly creatures corrupted by sin. This type of storm sent stagnation to the region; incense whose smell you could not escape, even if the soil were to fully engorge and dissolve it. It flowed and corrupted the citizen's slants, infecting the area like an unavoidable illness. The heat of the rain was the water's disguise, the kind of rain little children did not wish to dance and splash in. The kind of rain that makes people stay indoors. The kind of rain that makes everything in the world somber.
By Luna Phillips5 years ago in Fiction
Hate'n Those
I have no hate in my heart for them. Those that don’t look like me. I’d be lying if I said it was easy though. Most of the others do, and I can’t say I blame them. It’s just that I was lucky enough to be able to glance at a history book before they were all destroyed by the Bloods. I’ve yet to come across another soul that has even seen a book, let alone read one. The book I saw had a five hundred year old quote from a man who was a powerful king in the old world. I believe his name was Martan Lugger or something. He said that a person should be judged not by his appearance but the content of his character. I really love that quote. The book said he was a black man. I omit that fact whenever I tell any of the others about him. I used to tell them, but they would always get angry at me. One fella was so upset about it that he launched at me in a rage. It would have been a merciless battle too had not a few of the others intervened. Needless to say, after that encounter, the king was always of european descent. It’s not that I was incapable of handling my own. It’s just when you’re held up at one of these camps, you need to conserve every single ounce of energy you have.
By Larry Gunter5 years ago in Fiction
