To End is to Begin Anew_Lost Souls_Stories Told in Empty Store Aisles_The Nameless
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To End is to Begin Anew
She walked the empty street, whistling as she went. Already, nature was reclaiming what man had taken. The pavement, split and cracked from freezing winters turned to blistering summers, was overrun by golden dandelions and delicate white Dame’s rocket blossoms forcing their way through any gap. Stray dogs watched her warily, crouching besides buildings with broken windows and boarded up doors. The last of humanity had fought hard, yet selfishly, to persist through the disasters, hoarding food and barricading themselves in their homes. Eventually, they perished too, from sickness or finite...
Lost Souls
“When’s the last time you cleaned yourself?” I say, crinkling my nose. “I washed up yesterday,” he says, sniffing his armpit and shrugging his shoulders.“You’re lying. You smell like that bag of garbage I took out yesterdwww.onedoor.ccay.” “Well, maybe you just got some shit under your nose when you took it out,” he says, laughing. What day is it? I think to myself. I’ve lost all track of time. It could be Monday; it could be Saturday. Maybe time has just stopped altogether, and they’re calling it something different down there. “Do you remember what day it is?” I ask. “Like hell,” he says, “I can’t even re...
Stories Told in Empty Store Aisles
The crunch of gravel under Sarah’s boots was the only sound for miles. No cars on the road she threaded on, no talk, no laugh, no wind. Only cold. Shivering, frost-biting cold that was never normal in Arizona, her only relief was the lack of snow and the coat wrapping her body. Still, she walked, walked, walked down the long stretch of avenue, her steps echoing in the vacuum, wishing for the normal Arizona days with beaches and lakes, the scurrying reptiles she adored so much, the bustle of people, the warmth not from the campfire she sets up every night, but from the beautiful, blinding sun i...
The Nameless
Jany pulled open the cupboard. Inside were the usual bathroom items. It was untouched and not too dusty considering how long it had remained so. She grabbed the pill bottles first. There was an empty Tylenol, a bottle of multivitamins for seniors with only a couple left, and a small orange pill bottle with a pharmacy label. Jane grabbed for the last one and dumped one of the pills into her hand. Viagra. She immediately checked the bottle for an expiry date, it didn’t matter though. They were always expired. It was slightly more recent than the previous one she had found January 7, 2022、 She h...