Set your story in a post-pandemic world, where the effects are still felt even as your character attempts to move on.
Posted in Narrative on Oct 25, 2022
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“Diana” by Kai R.
Waking up used to be a treat, having a big bed used to be my favorite thing about my bedroom. The vaulted ceilings, and spacious rooms used to be pleasing to look at it, and made my home feel safe. Now, staring up at those vaulted ceilings only made me feel alone, and that loneliness made me feel suffocated. I felt dead, and maybe I was. Maybe this was some purgatory I was stuck in, maybe the disease had gotten me and I ...
“The Bus of Hope” by Sreedevi Mahapatra
The isolated bus stop at the outskirts of the city was waiting since past one year for the three regular commuters who always took the first bus and were also the last passengers to return. Two young men and a woman , all in their early thirties , with their backpacks ,always took their designated seats, never spoke to each other except for a thin crescent smile which disappeared even before it r...
“ Afterworld” by Tanya Stingley
What day is it? Sam stood triumphantly at the mouth of the cave. it had taken her hours to remove the remaining rocks that had kept her safe yet hidden from the outside world. All that she had known for the last year was buried up there, on Sawbuck ridge. It was almost spring when Me Ma, Jim bob and our old hound dog Rufus decided to hole up in the Sawbuck Ridge caves of Kentucky w...
“The Labyrinth” by Maci Currey
“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.” That is a total lie, that is just a stupid quote from an old book. I can’t forgive especially after what happened, after what they did. Forgiveness is weak, you must not give in to someone. You can never escape the labyrinth, you can only embrace it. I do and I will never forgive because it wasn’t my fault, it was his, it was all his. I remind myself ever...
“Pandemic Thoughts” by Jungle Clover
I was cruising down the highway in a surprisingly good mood. It had been one of my first days back in the physical-not virtual-office, and the change, while a bit disorienting given the events of the past year and a half, was very welcome. Though I had never thought so before, my time at home, quarantining, left me lonely. I missed staring out of my window at work, talking with clients in meetings, giving presentations ...
“Paging Dr. Harris ” by Priscilla Lewis
Work was like any other day, daydreaming of a day I can get away from this work life. One would think I would be used to it, after all I have been here for fifteen years. My husband is always away while I work and then go home with the kids. I have three teenagers. My boys are loud, eat a lot, messy, and stink, but to their dad, they are good boys. Connor is my oldest at seventeen, Matthew the middle child, sixteen and Z...
“This time last year” by Angela Halubobya
The humid air smells just like it did this very day last year. Except this time around, it’s heavy and dense, not the type of dense you’re thinking of but dense in a sad and cruel way. Exactly a year ago, the earth showed everyone no one is it’s master and that we are all only but a spec in its vast existence.A year ago, this time, I was happily bopping to some up beat and vibrant sound track. This time last year, the shift had not yet occurred and this time last year, I was filled with so much optimism, hopes and dreams...
“Normal Again” by Michelle Lavoie
Normal Again Present Day Amari I never expected to run into Eddie after all this time. It was on a rare workday, when I was actually running a bit early so I decided to bypass my usual route and go to the GenX Coffee House. The door stood ajar, and the aroma of that most favored of brews, mingled with scents of patcho...
“Where Were You?” by Adam Wan
It was raining. The midnight streets bore a soft, quiet glow, and various cars, motorbikes, and cabs drove along over them, the neon lights all around reflected in the puddles—multicolored: red, blue, yellow, pink, purple. A soft, soothing sound sighed every time a vehicle drove by. A quiet mist seemed to hang in the still air. Or ...
“Stay With Me” by Cory Zhang
May, 2034No one had really expected the pandemic that wiped out the majority of the population. Least of all, me, whose biggest worry at the time had been failing my Geometry final. Within a single night, three-quarters of the population was dead.Most would argue that I was one of the lucky ones. But being a survivor isn’t lucky. Not when everyone you ever loved isn’t one. If I had the choice, I’d rather be dead than all alone. But fate is cruel, and the hand that was dealt to me was the one I was stuck ...
“Backward steps” by Thembelihle Nala
Lucia , a 40 year old female woke up bright and early as always . She was tired of staying at home since she hasn't been to work ,awaiting her Covid 19 results for the past four days. She then decided that since she is not feeling sick she might as well just go back to her work as she is a nurse in a community health care centre. As she got to work, the occupational nurse who took her Covid 19 specimen for test wa...
“Aftermath” by Ann Layne
People don’t like to get too close these days. Everyone has been vaccinated that wanted the shot. But still there are those hold outs. Some think it’s against there religion others don’t believe in science. So, they are risking there own life because of there beliefs. I took the subway today not many riders and of course no one sits next to you. I guess the thinking is who knows what someone else ...
“Doomsday” by Phillip Eaton
My wife thought that I was absolutely nuts. The World Health Organization was warning people of the approaching virus. A strain of which experts weren’t sure how to combat. No antibodies had yet been discovered and it was spreading like a California wildfire. After forty-seven years on the job, I finally got the opportunity to retire. I always had a dream to write the next great American novel, now I would have th...
“Life after that.” by Grace Sam Awa
The wind blew across my face as I walked down the dusty tared road, the harmattan air smelt like dust and felt both cold and dry on my skin and supposedly, any other person's skin because everyone had some sort of sweater or long shirt on, people where running in different directions, as if to say they were chasing after something, I walked past them without giving much attention to the expressions they wore on their fac...
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