Unlucky Day_East at Dusk_A Hostile Hometown_The last days of Earth
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Unlucky Day
A short, thin, middle-aged man moved cautiously down the street, keeping away from the walls of the house. Nervously adjusting his glasses, he looked around as if looking for someone. It was pitch-dark outside, and not a single lantern was lit. The man reached into the pocket of his worn old coat to get a flashlight, only to find that there was a huge hole. He chaotically stuck his other hand into another pocket — another hole.“Damn, when will this day end!” John thought to himself and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead with his sleeve. Rubbing his eyes, he felt that they began to burn...
East at Dusk
Disclaimer: this story contains topics of sexual and physical violence as well as death and gore. Reader's discretion is advised.That night there were hundreds of them. Some weeping. Some wailing. Some fighting and throwing themselves in resistance amidst gunfire and guards beating them to a lifeless pulp with their rods. But they were mourning in whatever wawww.onedoor.ccy they deemed best. At least that’s what it looked like from the train window. That’s the vision it gave me every night. This train was a curse for many cities and their people. What horrors must have awaited them as they each drifted off ...
A Hostile Hometown
Passing the “Welcome to Gerald Heights” sign—antiquated green script on wood painted the color of yellowing paper—she broke the vow she’d made ten years ago to never set foot in this town again. She hoped that the residents had forgotten what had happened then but knew that they hadn’t. Towns like Gerald Heights remembered every retort one blurted, every sharp glare one sent, every snort one made while laughing, every sliver of spinach that had ever peeked out from between one’s teeth when one smiled. No way would they forget an offense as horrific as that of which they’d accused Alai...
The last days of Earth
TW: descriptions of blood, and gore.Harriet watched the evening sky from the basement window. She had decided it was time to leave.She thought back to when the drought began, how nobody panicked at first, but you could feel the unease in the air. Then the temperature spiked to over one hundred twenty-five degrees and hovered there, never going under one twenty in the last six months. Rolling blackouts turned into complete blackouts. Finally, the panic set in, white-hot and frantic. People trampled each other to death over necessities. They looted stores and robbed houses. There were times she...