Short Story

After Earth
The unsettled earth plumed into a sandy cloud with each footstep. The crunch of each step slicing through the silence, the silence that pierced your ears. Along the horizon transparent darkness lay, eloping the dilapidated skyline of what once was, the musty orange hue of dystopia settling all around. There was no longer night nor day here, no seasons, no human life, for no man nor woman had existed in these lands for many centuries, what once was a thriving planet full of hope and prosperity, now a forlorn landscape, abandoned. Mother Nature had raged fury on her inhabitants; Waves higher than skyscrapers crashed the shores and beyond, ferocious winds thrashed buildings leaving a trail of destruction in their paths, the very heart of this beautiful planet erupted through the crevices and cracks in its broken exterior, her heart broken. Diseases mutated and multiplied metamorphosing into super viruses immune to any antidote. Famine spread far and wide. Those that remained turned on one another, the monetary greed far superseded the wealth of bonds and benevolence, and it rotted their very beings. A fight for survival commenced to which there would be none victorious.
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souvenir
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By Maeve Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
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By MarigoldVance5 years ago in Fiction
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By Dana Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Sunlight
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By Alexis S.5 years ago in Fiction
Dysthymia
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By Dylan Orosz5 years ago in Fiction
After The Fall
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By Lucas Winter5 years ago in Fiction
Untold
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By Alexis S.5 years ago in Fiction
A Dry, Cracked Earth
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By Katelyn Marie Clair5 years ago in Fiction
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