Young Adult

Agnes’s Agony
Somber excitement filled her heart as she placed supplies in a backpack: food, extra clothes, water, first aid kit, a little love note tucked into the toiletry bag. Tomorrow her love of 24 years would leave for a dangerous journey. Sleep did not come easy and when it did her dreams were filled with blood and gore.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Fiction
Hearts and Riddles
It changed the way your heart beat. Alex’s dad Harvey gave them this ugly necklace right before he died. His heart exploded. Well it didn’t exactly explode. It started beating really fast and just sort of popped. They were with him when he died. Some hearts beat too fast and just exploded like Alex’s dad’s. Others slowed to the point of stopping. They were calling it the Arrhythmia Virus or AV for short.
By Corrine Hathaway5 years ago in Fiction
Scorched
In and out. In and out. I repeated in my head like a mantra as if it would be enough to save me. Focusing on my breathing was the only way to keep me from going insane. It had been 129 days since the world ended. I sat crouched in an abandoned building my heart locket clutched in one hand the other steading myself against the wall. My clothes were filthy and ragged, my backpack comprised of more duct tape than fabric at this point. Most of the building around me had collapsed and I was crouched behind what was left of one wall, a corner of shade protected me from the scorching sun. My legs were starting to cramp from my crouched position, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my back. I needed to decide, run for supplies, or wait till night when it was safe. I decided to wait, rocking back onto my bum I slumped against the wall behind me and propped my legs up on rubble in front of me. Turning the locket over again and again in my hand I relaxed a little. My locket was the only personal possession I had, everything else had a distinct purpose and was necessary for survival from the layers of clothing to keep the scorching sun off my skin to my ragged backpack containing two water canteens, some crackers I’d found at an abandoned store, an umbrella, and a sunburn kit with bandages and plant salve. The locket contained photos of my parents and my best friend, but it served as a reminder of a previous life, before the world had been scorched, before I was alone struggling to survive, and before I’d lost every single person I had ever known. Today was my nineteenth birthday, I felt sad remembering how my dad used to make me pancakes every year on my birthday. I smiled remembering his goofy grin waking me up and usually spilling the syrup on me as he insisted, I had the royal treatment of breakfast in bed. I let myself slip into a daydream, thinking of life before the world ended.
By Wingo 5 years ago in Fiction
Doom Dream
This happened the other day. Right before the world ended, this is what my friend Em wrote on Facebook. "Prepare for the end. It's coming soon."
By Christine J. Reed5 years ago in Fiction
Dear Diary
A soldier goes inside the remains of a partially destroyed house. He surveys the area to check if there's any survivors. He notices it's a small house; barely two bedrooms. Each wall is covered with pictures of what appears to be a nine year old and her mother. He moves slowly through the house, observing all the damage. He enters one of the small bedrooms and recognizes it to be the bedroom of a small child. He's about to walk out when he sees a gleam out of the corner of his eye. He gets closer to it and sees it's a heart-shaped locket. He opens it, expecting a picture of the two that live here, but instead, out falls a small key. He picks up his walkie talkie and radios back to his team. "Hey guys, I think I found something. It's a small key… I'mma try to find what it belongs to. Could be supplies or something valuable." He searches the room and finds a pink book inside one of the busted drawers. He takes it out, examines it, it's weirdly in pretty good condition with a few scorches here and there and some fading around the edges. He takes the small key and unlocks the book, sits on the rusted bed, and reads the first page.
By Kama lanmò5 years ago in Fiction
A Heart of Havoc
In the centre of what was once a bustling city, one building remains untouched by The Fall. Hearthold supports the remnants of the human race, its crumbling walls holding out poisonous air and acid rain.
By Sophia Sajan5 years ago in Fiction
What'll Happen to the Kids?
They said it wasn’t a big deal. President Best said, in his words, “It’s no worse than the flu. Don’t worry. Don’t panic. We won’t shut down. It would be murder on the American economy.”
By Jen Mearns5 years ago in Fiction
Compliance
Graduated High School today! I am ready to “Embrace the Change!” Haha! My mom always said stuff like “Embrace the change Livi,” when things at home or school or in society changed. Who knew I was actually listening?
By Brenda Mosier5 years ago in Fiction
Some Things Redirected
Mt. Shasta Coast, No-Cal. Abandoned bunker at base of volcano. November 2039, 10 years after the Static Annihilation when the asteroid Apophis flew by Earth
By Isaac Holden5 years ago in Fiction
Of Fire and Hope
It was a gray day. Mist hung low over the city. Cans, paper bags, and debris lay everywhere. Half-starved people sat at street corners, or dragged themselves along the road, their eyes staring straight ahead, as if death had overtaken them. In the graveyard of the city of Caershire, two children, a boy and a girl, stood. They were both thin and ragged like all the others. They stood next to two graves. Carved into the stone in a careless hand were two names: Miriam and Will Adelda.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
Dust.
The sun never set in Solis. It rolled back and forward across the sky, teetering atop dust clouds, its scorching glow forcing thorough tight shutters and curtains designed to keep it out. When we went outside, we shielded our retinas with thick goggles, and draped our skin in heavy cotton - we weren’t to expose ourselves, though its fierce presence was always felt. From when we were young, we heard stories of how the heat from the sun had sucked up the water, and of its immense brightness that was capable of blinding us if we looked at it. So, we lived in the shade of large sandstone buildings, roofs towering over our heads as we swarmed together like flies.
By Angus5 years ago in Fiction
The Grail
It's not once upon a time, or long ago, this tale is happening as we read it in a mystical fairy world where humans co-exist with animals that can speak. Not very far or not very near to a triumphant life, there is a naive guy just like you and me, who is plagued with an irresistible desire for the treasure to end his sufferings. But, the glory is tucked away in the towering mountains, separated by the sweeping ocean of shallow depth that can smother your breath of life. He hasn't witnessed this town that he deems as spectacular and magnificent but heard many stories. Some of them would give him beautiful dreams that sing a lullaby, and the other gives him nightmares that shook him out of sleep, probably the little life too.
By Lazywriter415 years ago in Fiction