Write a post-apocalyptic romance.

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“Are we destined to burn or will we last the night?” by Luz Andara

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When everything was brokenThe Devil hit his second stride(...)For fear of moments stolenI don't wanna say goodnightBut I'll still see you in the morningStill know your heart and still know both your eyes(...) Adam 531 could not remember when he first walked under the midnight sky and found these words buried in the rubble of something called a music store. All the piece of paper said was that it was part of song titled “Lost” by a human named Dermot Kennedy. “What is a song? What is music?” He remembered asking. He never got an answer. Its ...

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“A Final View” by Jessie Nice

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“Here,” Tats puffed, his breath wheezing through his lips as he grappled with the red stone and fought the invisible weight of the atmosphere to get to the top. One foot lost its gripping, unsurprisingly with the age of his leather shoes - but he managed to adjust his weight, and with complaining muscles he heaved himself onto the rough stone. He reached out his arm, palm outstretched, and Zhara’s dry hand clasped his. With a final synchronised grunt of effort, he wrenched her up to the top of the rock. They both collapsed onto their backs, ...

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“Love After The End” by Marian Reiley

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It's hard to meet someone when nealy everyone else is dead. POTUS had provoked North Korea and China one too many times. A total nuclear war had broken out with global consequences. Anyone not in the military had become refugees. People around the world took fled in bunkers and caves. Those in engineered and planned shelters were safe from atomic blasts, had food, adequate medical care and a controlled enviroment. The populations that had no such infastructure in place weren't so lucky. Eventually, fighting on the surface stopped; but th...

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“A Percentage of Silence” by Lydi B

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It should have raised a cacophony; the end of over ninety-eight percent of human life in one day. Instead, it was like a swirling windstorm in a parking lot lane with leaves and dust lifted into a jumbled mixture of panic before settling to rest as still as the concrete underneath. It was a phenomenon only noteworthy if you happened to be present in that exact spot when it occurred. What few researchers remain dubbed the horrific incident inexplicable. How could any lingering mind explain so many lives, from young to terminal to wise and ev...

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“Aftermath” by Linda Brodsky

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Elouise and Arnold Fletcher moved at a steady pace, carried on a current of humanity, Arnold traveling with the impatient, stiff legged gait of a general suddenly and unexpectedly relieved of duty, Elouise limping on one broken shoe. Arnold clutched his “Go” bag, in one hand and kept the other planted in the small of Elouise’s back, not so much to support, as to propel her. She limped along, clutching her large, pink cosmetic bag. Some people ran past them, some sat staring blankly, a few stood forming human b...

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“Snakes” by Judith Buskohl

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They were everywhere. She could feel them slithering up her legs with their little tongue in and out, out and in. They were on her arms, neck, and crawling across her stomach. One of the snakes plopped down on the top of her head and was crawling down her face. They were everywhere. Every inch of her body was covered by their slithering body and she could feel their tongues hitting certain spots on skin. Their slithering body, the scaling skin she could feel touching her body at parts of her body that didn’t make her feel...

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“ Pandemic Yearning” by Madhavi Vudayagiri

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“It’s funny”. He spoke through a rictus grin. “I don’t remember you being this angry”. “Angry”? She said sarcastically. ”Why would I be angry”? “I don’t know. Especially as, if I remember correctly, you were the one who made all the decisions”. “Decisions?” Zack leaned a little closer to her.”Not to meet me? Not to even discuss what we had promised to discuss?” Hey! Sandra, what happened? Sexy feet…! Sandra murmured. Huh what, Sandra? ‘I said 60 feet social distance, Sandra asserted. Zack laughed aloud, ’oh no!It’s ju...

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“Covidia and Storm” by R L Brewer

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Splash! Covidia watched the ripples until they ebbed away, and this time skimmed a stone across the lake. Maybe this time it would reach the other side? The smooth grey pebble skipped once, twice, three times, making the fourth jump before it sank beneath the murky waters. Maybe the lake had been pretty once. Maybe the sunlight had glittered off the water on a past Spring day. Maybe there had been swans and cygnets, ducks and ducklings. Laughing children playing on the play equipment by the shore opposite her. F...

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“Nila's "If Only"” by A.B. Mosteller

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You know, I never thought my life would lead to where I am right now. I never listened to what they thought would happen. All because I believed they were just talking out of the holes in their faces. Yet here I am, locked in a basement with the senior bully of Uteka High School, Zane Woodbridge. He thinks he's a celebrity and the best of the best, but really, he's the average stick in the mud. At the end of the day, what do things like bullies in high school have to do with when we graduate? "After high school, bullies and friendship...

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“End Of The World, Beginning Of Love” by Greg Gillis

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It was the war to end all wars. Total global annihilation had taken the lives of 85% of the world’s population. Among the survivors in Jamestown was a young man named Brock J. Littlefoot. He was the product of the love between his mother, an Irish-Canadian woman with fiery red hair and a temper to match, and a resident of an Iroquois tribe in Northern Ontario, Canada. &n...

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“Here We Were” by Robby Cowles

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I do not fear the dark. I do not fear the dark because the dark is only the absence of light. Night is only the absence of the sun. It is nothing. It is empty. I do not fear nothing. I do not fear emptiness. I repeat this statement—this mantra—to myself as the warm blue sky of northern Wisconsin fades into a cold night. I repeat this to myself as the birds—loons, ducks, woodpeckers, cardinals, owls, and hawks—and insects cease their calls and retreat into the night. They didn’t use to do that. Before The Night, summer nights a...

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“Shaken Up” by Cameron Diiorio

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“Your English is great,” I told her as I asked for a to-go cup. I was doing a three month exchange program, studying the faut lines in Japan. She was a barista at a cafe. I was alone. The other students in my program had gone home already. “Your English is alright,” she smirked. She had been raised in Hong Kong. Saki had a playful smile, one that made her eyes smile, too, like crescent moons. She had a round face and a button nose, and was skinny, but toned. Saki and I did all sorts of things when we were together — we went to shrin...

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“The last human to walk the face of the earth.” by Destiny Lee

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It was the type of day where you just wanted to smile and remember it for ever. The sun bouncing against my windows, creating the slightest reflections of orange and yellows on my light hardwood flooring. The mid-afternoon sky that only happens on that one perfect summer day, the most beautiful of pinks and purple blending into each other. i grip my coffee with one hand and grin towards my window "God really has the most amazing plan for us" I say to myself. As i sit down on my couch to enjoy the rest of my coffee, it happens, my...

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“I Love You” by Chet McHenry

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Omar stretched out his arms and yawned. Through the opening of the cave came the burnt orange light of the dying sun. He stood and looked down at Carmia who was still asleep. Should he wake her? Should he lie back down beside her and hold her tight? He knew she lay naked under the six or seven blankets they had stolen from the abandoned Bed, Bath and Beyond store. It was all that was left over in the looted remains of the place. The lucky ones, the ones ...

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“Liz and Socks” by Michael Fitzpatrick

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When I woke up, Liz was curled into me and was clutching my arm for all it was worth. But she always did that. She was really soft and warm, and I really liked it, but I had to piss so I gently tugged my arm free and sat up. I slipped my feet into my boot-boots. I called them that because they didn’t match. I got the left one from a Macy’s in Cincinnati, the one at the Tri-County Mall, and the other from a thrift store outside of Chicago. I think it was a St. Vincent De Paul in Kankakee. The Macy’s boot used to be part of a pair, but I lost ...

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Write a post-apocalyptic romance.

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✍️ 196 stories

“Are we destined to burn or will we last the night?” by Luz Andara

“A Final View” by Jessie Nice

“Love After The End” by Marian Reiley

“A Percentage of Silence” by Lydi B

“Aftermath” by Linda Brodsky

“Snakes” by Judith Buskohl

“ Pandemic Yearning” by Madhavi Vudayagiri

“Covidia and Storm” by R L Brewer

“Nila's "If Only"” by A.B. Mosteller

“End Of The World, Beginning Of Love” by Greg Gillis

“Here We Were” by Robby Cowles

“Shaken Up” by Cameron Diiorio

“The last human to walk the face of the earth.” by Destiny Lee

“I Love You” by Chet McHenry

“Liz and Socks” by Michael Fitzpatrick

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