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Serendipity
Serendipity The recent heavy rains had slowed Pearl down; as much as she loved the rain and how it graced leaves and flowers in tiny liquid water jewels, it had made the narrow dirt tracks running through the borough of Shadewell difficult to navigate. Her wagon wheels ground to a halt in many places, choked up with mud and rocks.
By Sharon Lee Goodhand 5 years ago in Fiction
Freeing Azria
7 years ago the world broke out into the biggest, most violent, war the world had ever known. Several nuclear weapons were launched and weaponized contagions were released. Pockets of survivors scattered the land but most of the population was dead or dying. Those left alive had to raid and pillage. Grocery stores and gas stations and restaurants were favorite targets. Some survivors resorted to raiding other groups.
By Billy Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Please, My Son Will Be Home Soon. He Can Explain.
The door to the woman’s home was on the ground, the hinges still clinging to the doorframe by splinters. She was on her knees beside the couch, wailing as if Katie and Chris were going to kill her. She clutched her hands together and begged in her language. Or maybe she was praying. She kept bowing her head like she was trying not to look at them. Katie hated people like this. People who would try to get pity when they broke the rules. People who would spend all their time and money getting over here, but wouldn’t put in the basic effort to learn the laws or language. They wouldn’t even do the bare necessities to communicate.
By Blake Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Wake TF Up?
It was that little shop off 33rd and Greenmount. I want to say shortly after the second oil outage. The one they thought was going to last forever, I guess. It was easy for those who poised themselves as Intellectuals to be the saviors of the world effectively making obsolete all religions. Only the Ignorant called what the Intellectuals did "punishment".
By Dan-O Vizzini5 years ago in Fiction
The Death of William Hollow
It was the wash of sound that stirred the man awake, the metal ringing of rain hitting the tin roof above him and the slow rumble of thunder that passed through the concrete walls. The smell came second, the comforting scent of vanilla from a cigarette, grounding the man to reality and pulling him out of his dazed stupor. A tight pain throbbed at his knees, a cramp from being in the same position for a few hours.
By Zero Sparrow5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Survivor
Mila ran to the pond facing her house and started to dig in the mud. It was wet, gooey, and had algae growing throughout the watery muck. Yet with her bare hands, no gloves on, she managed to dig a hole about 3 feet down and less than 1 foot across. It had to be here. She was sure of it.
By Carol Eliassen5 years ago in Fiction
