And With His Many Jagged Teeth 7 - They Walked Through Hellish Lands
When morning came it already felt a little brighter and much cleaner than the last few days had been. James felt the sun on his back, along with Diana who stood beside him at a height up to his waist. Her blue torn dress ruffled slightly in the breeze,...
And With His Many Jagged Teeth 5 - Death Shall Come To Him
" **_What must fate have in store, for beasts like us?_**" The voice he heard upon awakening made him tremble with mortal fear. The fear one only received when encountering something that defied all of God's creations. It was a fear James had...
And With His Many Jagged Teeth 4 - He Mourned For Her Son
A woman sat within an old wicker chair, her fingers touching the other settling beneath her waist. Her clothes were red and tattered, with instances of brown and turmeric colours. Her face had a lighter blemish, not pale but well-tanned with a red dot...
And With His Many Jagged Teeth 2 - His Blood Ran Cold
Seeing the open desert night was unusual to him. He had never been outside anywhere so freely, not with James nor anywhere. Now however, he had free roam of the world upon his feet, his blades, his very senses now upon him. In a past life he had only...
After the end
#### This is the first ever thing I've written for this sight or really any site. I enjoy writing even though at times I think I'm a bit of a hack. So what I'm saying, I guess, is be nice to my poor little story. If you see ways I can improve please...
It sets my mind to wander...
I'd heard similar fatalistic arguments before -- the post-apocalyptic version of pascal's wager. "well, i think that you're probab... ly..." i trailed off, tilting my head at the computer screen. "son of a bitch." i shook my head.
The Path of Ashes - Chapter 1
I was inspired after reading several books of post-apocalyptic literature, most notably the road by cormac maccarthy (go read it. it's both sad and beautiful at the same time. if you get to the end without crying then, well, you're a mutant.
Gotta Love That Bomber
Gotta Love That Bomber It was the best standoff I had ever been a part of. Ten people were standing behind me with guns drawn, pointed at the heart of one little pus-bag who cringed in the corner of his bathroom, his rodent eyes wide with terror,...
All of the ideas we had had were lost in the waves (An alien world)
All of the ideas we had had were lost in the waves and the sands of the alien deserts. In the "Tomb of the Great Cats" there was only a strange surreal solitude. The craggy cliffs above the distant catacombs below and the narrow, dusty,...
The Change, part 1
Something I've been working on for a little while, now. It's set in Lithuania because... Well, because. Assume the characters to be speaking Russian, and this is just kind of translated for us. The city was quiet, but for the odd shout from...
Thursday Prompt - Aisle Twenty
**Aisle Twenty** By SakaraFox Delight was the best way the older fox could describe it. Delight at seeing the ruins of this once grand temple, a monument to childhood tantrums, soothed by only the most sugar-laden treats displayed within. But that...
After the Bombs
Nikkita panted and wiped the sweat from her forehead, grinning widely. She had just succeeded in prying open the doors to what was once a grocery store, the firmly shut doors promising that no other scavengers had accessed the potential bounty of food...