Post Apocalyptic fiction is a super popular genre nowadays and it plays into a lot of dystopian and science fiction stories. These stories take place in the aftermath of an apocalyptic event, such as nuclear war, plague, zombies, aliens, natural disasters, and the Rapture.
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- The Pillars
Three Years Prior to The Battle for Allegra, San Sebastian Copper Mine, Raudona Akiratis “What are we looking at, Greer?” Francis Reedsburg asks one of his workmen who is currently chipping away at an odd protrusion in the stone face. Joseph Greer looks up and shrugs, “Looks like some sort of… tower. I don’t know, boss, it’s weird.” Chuckling, Reedsburg shakes his head, “It doesn’t look like much of a tower, old man.” The elderly man shrugs once more and he resumes his chipping away at the surface. Turning away from Greer, Reedsburg looks at the rest of his - At the Edge of the WorldTina watched the waves crash over her bare feet and let the words leave her lips. “He’s dead.” “Yeah.” Johnny kept his distance. He always did. How the man could be so comforting yet so detached from reality was beyond Tina. But she wished she could be detached, too. Numb. Empty. Why was it hard for her and easy for the others? “Did you see it?” she asked softly. The cool breeze bit her cheeks and the smell of salt burned her nostrils. “Yeah.” Tina fought tears. “Did he…” Apologize? Mention her? Did he die fast or slow? No one
- Bad News
Alright, I have bad new. 🙁 If you’re seeing this, then there aren’t enough stories in the genre you want to check out! I know, it’s sad. But, there’s good news. What is it? YOU can write a story! Yes, you! Everyone has a story in them. No, we might not be the best at first, but we’re humans and we’re made to learn. Made to adapt. Made to create. If I was able to convince you, then please be sure to check out the page Write With Us and start going through the stories you’ve already written! 😀
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- At the Edge of the WorldTina watched the waves crash over her bare feet and let the words leave her lips. “He’s dead.” “Yeah.” Johnny kept his distance. He always did. How the man could be so comforting yet so detached from reality was beyond Tina. But she wished she could be detached, too. Numb. Empty. Why was it hard for her and easy for the others? “Did you see it?” she asked softly. The cool breeze bit her cheeks and the smell of salt burned her nostrils. “Yeah.” Tina fought tears. “Did he…” Apologize? Mention her? Did he die fast or slow? No one
- Bad NewsAlright, I have bad new. 🙁 If you’re seeing this, then there aren’t enough stories in the genre you want to check out! I know, it’s sad. But, there’s good news. What is it? YOU can write a story! Yes, you! Everyone has a story in them. No, we might not be the best at first, but we’re humans and we’re made to learn. Made to adapt. Made to create. If I was able to convince you, then please be sure to check out the page Write With Us and start going through the stories you’ve already written! 😀
- The PillarsThree Years Prior to The Battle for Allegra, San Sebastian Copper Mine, Raudona Akiratis “What are we looking at, Greer?” Francis Reedsburg asks one of his workmen who is currently chipping away at an odd protrusion in the stone face. Joseph Greer looks up and shrugs, “Looks like some sort of… tower. I don’t know, boss, it’s weird.” Chuckling, Reedsburg shakes his head, “It doesn’t look like much of a tower, old man.” The elderly man shrugs once more and he resumes his chipping away at the surface. Turning away from Greer, Reedsburg looks at the rest of his