space fire_The Calling_The end of the end of the world_End(Beginn)ing
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space fire
Chapter 1How to become a rich man after being stuck in prison for seven long, excruciating years. As Peter blankly sat on his bed inside of his incommodious five-foot-by-five-foot maximum security jail cell, complete with sparking electric fences and menacing guards surrounding the whole cell, he began to throw random objects at the electric fence, watching them slowly burst into miniscule flames and leave trails of smoke until finally fizzling out. Out of boredom and an act of defiance against the orders of guards and the king, Peter repeatedly threw objects at this evil faced encasement me...
The Calling
Every year, one person is sent to the moon. They never return. No one knows what happens there. It’s been a long time ritual since the early years of humans travelling in space. No one is sure when exactly it began but it was many years ago. Legend says that first, the space stations disappeared and we began to lose contact with every piece of technology we had in the atmosphere. It began as static crossing the radio waves then a high pitched shriek rang through all the systems that could be heard here on the ground, and then silence. After that, everything vanished from space. No more space...
The end of the end of the world
I can’t help that I’m the stupidest person on Earth. Well, that’s pretty easy considering that I’m the last person actually alive here, or at least the last person who isn’t a zombie. It all started when the sun rose on the wrong side of the Earth, but you already know that. When did I leave the story off? Oh yeah, I was hiding in the chicken den. Man, I wish things were that simple now. So many things have happened since then. I don’t even know how many years have passed, let’s just say a lot. A few days after the chicken coop/huge zombie horde chasing me incident, I ran into a small group o...
End(Beginn)ing
The bathroom was tiny, barely big enough for one person. Paint flaked off of the walls, the toilet was missing its lid, and rust smothered the sink’s metal faucet. Roseberry stood at the sink, staring into the mirror. A pair of dark gray eyes stared back at her, above a sharp nose dotted with freckles and a frowning mouth. A knock sounded at the door and someone called out, “You’ve been in there forever, Rosie! Other people have to use the bathroom too, you know!”Roseberry clenched her hands into fists. “My name is not Rosie,” she said.There was tense silence on the other side of the door and ...