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Sixty-one days. Almost nine weeks. That is how long we had left. The world had been predicted to end in exactly sixty-one days. This will happen on September 8 of this year. The impact will almost completely obliterate all traces of Earth as we know it. The announcement was made fifty-five days ago. Since then, literally everything has gone to hell.
The current date is Sunday, September 2nd, 2096. One week left until the impact. There have been several wealthy people claiming to have built supposedly “safe” bunkers underground that can survive the impact. Many people choose to believe them. Some others choose to think that they are lying. I don’t have feelings either way.
Almost every-single government has collapsed. There is no law, no police, no form of justice system. Just a free for all. There was people being killed in the streets without anyone giving it a second thought. The only remaining hope for survival is in this one company that has been rumored to have a self sustaining space ship big enough to hold about a million people. I am on a race to get on this ship.
Enough of this, lets go to the day before the announcement was made. Before everything went crazy. Before the mass rioting. Before the collapse of civilization as we know, sorry, knew it. Back to when everything was going fine and I was about to propose to my high school sweetheart.
The current date is Sunday, September 2nd, 2096. One week left until the impact. There have been several wealthy people claiming to have built supposedly “safe” bunkers underground that can survive the impact. Many people choose to believe them. Some others choose to think that they are lying. I don’t have feelings either way.
Almost every-single government has collapsed. There is no law, no police, no form of justice system. Just a free for all. There was people being killed in the streets without anyone giving it a second thought. The only remaining hope for survival is in this one company that has been rumored to have a self sustaining space ship big enough to hold about a million people. I am on a race to get on this ship.
Enough of this, lets go to the day before the announcement was made. Before everything went crazy. Before the mass rioting. Before the collapse of civilization as we know, sorry, knew it. Back to when everything was going fine and I was about to propose to my high school sweetheart.
Literature
Hope
a little girl stands on the corner of
5th and main.
her shoes are tattered and torn
from the burden of service.
it's pouring rain, but she has an umbrella
(also quite a bit beat-up).
she looks up at the sky, raindrops splattering
on her face.
she wonders - as she has for a while - if any help will come.
but no, that's silly.
she's already seen too much
to believe in fairy tales.
the little girl searches the clouds a bit more,
then lets go of the umbrella.
the wind is so strong that immediately it's caught up and
carried away,
just like a balloon.
she sits down
and sighs,
almost as if
that was her very last one.
Literature
Noble Darknesses
Hanging above us in all this darkness
silence is broken by the sound of your sigh soft on top of my limbs
my hands wait for the shape of your weight
and the creasing of sheets that bunch like paper flowers or fists moving beneath
pale light as your
curves cover mine with a grace
that breaks us in half.
heart-lines bleed love into mattresses
and meetings are messy and warm at 4 a.m.
your skin whispers the words you can't find into my bones
and our lips make them up in the absence.
Literature
Death of the Poet
Dear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. R
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This is the intro to a novela I am working on. I don't plan on making it super huge. I'm thinking around 50,000 words. I have a bit of it done. I haven't really edited any part of it except the intro. I MAY post the first chapter if I get enough positive feedback in this.
Looking for feedback.
Looking for feedback.
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I must read more.you instantly got my attention after the first 3 sentences.now I need more.