Short Story
Dear diary
Dear Diary, No one knows what really happened. The conspirators argue what caused things that went wrong in the year 2050. Some say it was the chem trails in the sky or the vaccines that they mass produced during the covid era. The most possible one I heard was the genetically modified food that the government ordered to produce for the increase of population. When the population rose the government installed the rules for the new generation. My generation now suffers under this government ruling. We can only have one child per family and food rations are given out accordingly from our family statues. This is for stopping the rise of population, but the only problem is that everyone around me is dying from unknown causes. It's been happening for months now. Not only is the mass population declining at a disproportionate rate, but I think that the government is behind this. I need to know more to find the truth. They say that we need to put our trust in the big government, because they know more than us and we must trust the government at all costs.
By Liz Mccory5 years ago in Fiction
Driver's License
“What do you have to be heart broken about? You’ve never even had a boyfriend.” her friend told her laughing. The song playing over and over ran in her eardrums. I know we weren’t perfect but I’ve never felt this way about someone… you said forever, now I drive alone past your street” She knew all too well what that felt like. She closed her eyes as memories flooded her mind. The hours that they had spent driving around endlessly, just talking about anything. About Everything. He knew her better than she knew herself sometimes. He was her best friend. She smiled as she remembered how hard he would laugh at her bad jokes. The way he would get excited about telling her about a show or a song that he loved. She didn’t see him get that excited very often. It was refreshing and it always made her smile.
By Hope Davis5 years ago in Fiction
Lonely Road
J une 16th, 2100. I stared down at the small broken body that lay dying in my arms. In her hand, she held the blood-covered heart-shaped locket I had given her on her 12th birthday before our parents had died six years ago. I should have stayed with her in the small broken-down shelter we had found off the main road. It was not much, and slowly was deteriorating, but it kept us safe from most of the elements. But as a warrior, I did not stay, I chose to go and fight in a battle that was not even my own. I arrived home that night to see her attackers defiling her body. She was beaten to the brink of death. I saw red at that moment and slaughtered each one of them without a care in the world. I just sat there in a pool of those monster's blood while I held my dear sister as she took her last breaths. I shouted as loud as I could into the heavens and the sky opened in a wild force pouring down on the scene around me. I vowed that day to never stop destroying the cruelty that had survived the fall of the world.
By Margaret Todd5 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath
It had been ten years since the world governments implemented their “New World Order”. The total world population had been reduced to just over one billion people and spread out equally around the planet. This was achieved by introducing a virus upon the planet, thus creating a world-wide pandemic. The people were killed by telling them that they had a vaccine for the virus. Those that received the shot were dead within four years. The instigators knew that enough people would refuse the vaccine thereby ensuring they would have a suitable population of strong and healthy workers.
By Lonnie Larson5 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Love
StarThe wind blew through the shattered window frames. McKenzie held her breath as she listened for the scurrying of feet and held her necklace close. The wind died down and the night became deathly quiet. The last twenty months all led up to this moment. The main house was across the yard. She inched forward slowly making sure to avoid the rubbish strewn around the shed.
By KASIE R MIEHLKE5 years ago in Fiction
Bury Me in the Garden Where Roses Once Bloomed
As I sit by Thaniel’s bedside, I watch the slow up-and-down rhythm of his chest. Sometimes I lose sleep just for keeping track of his breathing. Each breath is another flicker of hope that I will have him for another day.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
