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How to use Satan.
Having eaten from the tree of knowledge with my wonderful wife, I soon became aware I had to be careful around the owners of the trees and their fruits. We thought it wise to allow them to think they had fooled us so we could keep our lives so played along with their stories of having cultivated that area, but we would never be free to leave what we had thought was like a paradise - we are sorry if you have not understood what is written between the lines of the records we wanted to keep as a warning, but the cultivators have censored everything we tried to keep.
By Donald Joiner5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Stowed Against the Chest
A shrill, piercing, echoing cry stops the mother short. She knows it did not come from either of her eighteen-month-old twins, but she glances down at the cover of her sturdy jogger anyway, listening for sounds of their stirring. Their quietness has been a blessing since having to leave the truck behind days earlier. Its engine was too loud and rumbling and had left her feeling exposed, even with her dog Marble, an extremely well-trained, cookies-and-cream coloured pitbull, sitting vigilant in the passenger’s seat beside her as they drove.
By Rooney Morgan5 years ago in Fiction
Chaos After Worlds End
The flash was what everyone called the ending of the world as we had known it. The flash killed almost everyone no one was ready except the ones who were paranoid. Like the Williams family the father was paranoid and had a shelter in the house. When the flash started in east the news freaked out. People said it was fake news and went on with their day. Something Mr. Williams did not he gathers his daughters and sent them to the shelter. He went to grab more supplies for him and his daughters. He had told his daughters before leaving shut the shetler to be safe. Little did he know the flash was hitting the rest of the world quickly. He got to the store and started shopping. Thats when it happened the flash hit everywhere above ground. The Williams girls in the shelter lost their father. The flash was a mixture of nuclear radiation and an unknown chemical that was produced from a meteor hitting a nuclear plant causing a large flash. The chemical from the meteor spread across the world at unimaginable speeds causing anything nuclear to blow up and spread radiation. The Williams shelter was safe from all the radiation and chemicals. There is a sensor to tell the girls when they could safely return to the surface. Four years goes by and the girls are down to one girl. The two daughters didnt wait for the sensor. They left the shelter and didnt wake it. Now the sensor is telling the remaining daughter its finally safe to leave. There was enough food in the shelter for 6 more years for just four people. Elisia the remaining daughter packs a good bit of food and water. She was nineteen with strawberry blonde hair and beautiful jade green eyes. She wore leggings and a black tanktop with an oversized thin purple flannel top. She left her shelter locking it behind her since she knew the code to enter. She gets above ground and is shocked by the desolate world. There was new things growing plants she had never seen. She gripped the silver heart shaped locket. This locket has a picture of her family inside including her mother when she was alive. Elisia walks and starts exploring while the sun was up. She made sure to make landmarks so she can get home. She didnt find people nearby as she had hoped. She heads back to the place she knew the town to be. The buildings looked realitively okay for the fact they went through the end of the world. The sun was starting to set that was when all hell broke loose. Elisia heard screeching and moaning. soon as it got darker she saw awfully mutated people and animals. They were charging at her and they looked hungry. She turned and ran away in a panic terrified for her safety. She ran into a building and shut and locked the door panting. She slides down to the ground tired and she sees the glint of someones eyes and she panics. "shh if you scream they will start trying to break in." a young mans voice whispers out. He comes out more so she can see him. she nods "sorry I havent left my shelter in the last four years so I had no clue what was going on here." he looks at her surprised. they didnt really talk more after that. They couldnt risk the mutants hearing them. The night went on peacefully and when day broke they both woke. "Good morning sir thank you for letting me stay here but I must head home." Elisia says and stands to leave. "My name is Derrick and mind if I join you this place isnt safe." he gave her a gentle smile. "Follow me then i have a good bit of food and water." she starts walking not bothering to think twice. They go to her shetler and Derrick had a his group following out of sight. They get to the shelter and Derrick carefully watched as she put in the code. They head inside and she gave him the tour holding her locket the whole time. She missed her family dearly and was quite sad. After the tour she sat down and she was looking at the locket letting Derrick be free. Next thing to be heard was a gun shot and Elisia fell over dead bleeding holding the silver heart locket. Derrick laughed evily letting his group in and they raid the shelter of everything they could carry to their base. Elisia's body lay in her own blood her locket held close to her heart now her family is one again and in peace.
By Destiny Shifflett5 years ago in Fiction
The Blaze
The first generation after the Blaze had more life skills than a boy scout with all his badges. Their geographical knowledge put Google Maps to shame. They could give you turn by turn directions on how to get from the sunny beaches of Siberia to the tundra of India or from the snow covered Morocco to the prairies in Hong Kong. Everyone living spoke seven languages with perfected fluency, but there was one word they didn't know in any language: drought. The children had no knowledge of the world their parents lived in or of the event that killed ninety-five percent of humanity. They had not a single clue as to what happened during the decade rain didn't come. None of the survivors could ever bring themselves to relive and envision the smell of the burnt terrain or the stench of faceless bodies decomposing on dry land, or about how every single day they learned of another death and another uncontainable fire.
By Megan Weidle5 years ago in Fiction
4 Wars Old
The scariest dystopian aren’t the ones built off imagination, but history. Doomsday isn’t some new idea; Doomsday isn’t something that snuck in on the small family. Doomsday was something they lived with every day. Sometimes they say the oldest child is four wars old, lived through a bombing on their first day of life, a mass murder on their fifth birthday - at that time the child was only minutes from meeting me. The next war defined the child’s future.
By Lex Colwell5 years ago in Fiction
Tin
In '99, we were just kids, fourteen and thereabouts. Like most teenagers where we come from, we was always raising hell, getting into all kinds of shit. Most afternoons we'd spend taking baby sips of whiskey and spinning on the swings until we almost puked. Liquor was never hard to come by. Once the jobs peter out, folks start to drink. Not a dime for rent, but they could scrounge enough for a bottle, and they would get so damn blitzed, it was easy enough to fill a couple coke cans with booze. At least enough to get our scrawny butts toasted. We were stupid little dick-wipes and like stupid little dick-wipes, we didn't know where the train was headed. It had just turned summer, school was done, and we didn't know how we were going to spend all that free time. We certainly didn't expect the summer would end the way it did, with that girl dying.
By Mack Devlin5 years ago in Fiction
Vera
The Collector peels open her lids as the beginnings of the morning light creep through the window slats. She drags a dirty hand down her face, stretching her legs and climbing out of her cot. Sand batters the sides of the railcar that she calls home, casting a smoky shade over the rising sun. She pulls on her worn leathers and too small boots, throwing a rifle over her shoulder before stepping out into the wastes.
By Kaitlyn Burnett5 years ago in Fiction
Freedom in a Landfill
We never believed it could happen to us. No one ever does. Not until they find themselves in the middle of real world horror. It’s strange how we all saw it coming, but either chose to ignore the signs, or genuinely believed something, someone, somewhere, would stop it — It couldn’t really happen in The United States of America for fucks sake. It was a gradual dissent into a situation we often read about in history books, but in 2045? That just wasn’t possible.
By Rii Pierce5 years ago in Fiction
