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Write about someone who grew up in a bunker, and lockdown life is all they’ve ever known.

Posted in Sad on Oct 31, 2022

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Thoughts in the Night

Submitted to Contest #84

*Nainika’s Note* Ok, guys. I apologize beforehand if anything I say from this point offends you. I legit couldn’t sleep because this was boinging around my head, so this was one of those 2 am writing-in-a-chocolate-milk-induced-fog. Eh, anyway, read it and lemme know what you think! (not with the prompt, well *barely* with the prompt, if even) I have been stuck in this room for my entire life.  My entire life I have been alone.  Alone with my thoughts.  In a bunker.  Just alone.  Maybe I am not even alive.  A...

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Escape from Confinement

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“Just this morning we have received even more reports of looting as well as groups of vigilantes taking over urban streets in every major city in the country. Additional National Guard units have been called up by the President to deal with these problems as well as provide additional security outside the White House and at the US Capitol Building. Casualties just from last night's fighting were well over a thousand and are only expected to get worse in the days ahead.“The head of CDC has reported that we have reached an acceptable plateau a...

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Emmett

Submitted to Contest #84

Simon slipped in between the closely packed bodies, careful not to mess up his suit. He murmured an apology as he cut through the middle of a group of ladies who were chattering with full mouths and brushing crumbs off of their dresses. They insisted that it was no problem at all, and complimented him on the party, and the cookies, and his suit. He nodded awkwardly before they could continue, and excusing himself, found his way to a clear spot by a wall.  ¨Better grab a cookie.”  Simon started as a girl appeared by his side. She ...

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Smoke and MIrrors

Submitted to Contest #84

Grace saw the rider approaching from a long way off. The dog’s barking drew her attention to him. Maybe he had news from back East. She called to her toddler, “Go inside Sally. Wait for me there.” Sally ran to Grace with the little sack of meal. “We’ll feed the chickens later, Hon.” She caressed her cheek. Sally’s gaze followed Shep’s bark. “Who is that, Mommy? Don’t like him.” “I don’t like him either. Stay inside and I’ll send him off.” She patted her bottom. “Go on, now. You wait for me.” Grace followed the girl inside. She checked her p...

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The Outbreak

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Exhilaration. That was the one word that I could use to describe what this freedom felt like. Ever since the day I was spat out of Mother Earth’s bowels, she had trapped me in her cage; like she does with all of my kind. You see, with too many of us, Her precious world would succumb to pestilence. Lush, vibrant land reduced to a barren waste. Humans, animals, nature, all perished with our fury. She keeps us alive because frankly, She needs us. When the world starts to go in a direction that She doesn’t like, She releases some of us, and we v...

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A Prisoner in a Place Called Home

Submitted to Contest #84

CP13 was walking along the corridors when she spotted one of the janitors whistling about. He was pushing the large garbage cans along, the little wheels squeaking about due the amount of hair, dust, and leftover junk left around that got caught in between. She stopped herself and stepped back, peering around the corner to see him jamming the dirty keys into the crudded lockhole. After a few tries, he got it open and continued whistling his jam as he took the garbage cans and one by one put them inside the small utility closet. When he pulle...

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Reality...

Submitted to Contest #84

“Can I go outside?” Anna asked. “If you want to suffocate and die you can but I recommend you don’t because I don’t want to get in trouble by mom and dad.” I scolded. “Bu-,” “No buts. We’ve already gone over this a billion times.” I said. “Look, everybody would like to go outside to see the sun and the trees but the things in the past. Okay? I’m sorry you’ve been born in this hideous time, but you’ve got to get over this. This will end soon. Please. Let’s get over this together. Just hold on a bit longer” I whispered starting to tear up. Ann...

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Life in a Shell

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           As the other side of the world began to panic, Betty and Gabriel were prepared for what was to come. For years, they had been building an underground shelter on their property and had been filling it up with supplies of water, canned goods, batteries, toilet paper, and anything else that they would need to survive for an extended time.            Gabriel was driving home from the construction site where he worked and overh...

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Cloak and Dagger

Submitted to Contest #84

These are some excerpts I changed to fit the prompt, from the novel I'm currently writing, Silver Silence. If you enjoy this let me know; most of Silver Silence can be found on Wattpad through the account Thunderjax3! :) Rain fell steadily on the man in black, dripping off of his clothes and broad shoulders in large drops, onto the dark pavement or down his legs into his boots, making for a soggy and irritating way of walking.  The night, despite the rain, was illuminated by glowing hues of orange street lights and its haze in the a...

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Click, Click

Submitted to Contest #84

Well, golly-gee and wow; I really did not think things would go that way! My name is Horatio. Horatio K. Sweeting (don’t ask what the K means; I won’t tell). I am a shelter boy, a bunker baby; an underground groundling (read that word somewhere, so I will use it, by gum). My father built this place way back when TV was still in black and white and no one had the corking idea to make a videotape so that we could save everything. But he knew; he knew. We had the latest stuff in there and when we knew that the human race was not go...

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Emergency Bunker

Submitted to Contest #84

October 5th, 2022 Screams echo down the empty corridor, blending with the sounds of running feet.They can almost feel the agony of the poor souls that were screaming.Captain Kratz hurried down the long corridor, following the MPs. The floor tilted slightly downward and the air was becoming cooler as they descended. The corridor seemed to go on for miles before ending at a huge thick steel wall. A security panel near the wall flashed red, the MP typed in the code, not even trying to hide it. Kratz watched in silence.&...

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My Prison

Submitted to Contest #84

March 5-This is new for me but my caretaker has left me this journal and pen. I decided to keep track of my life by writing. I am Emma. I have long auburn hair that I wear in two buns on my head. My eyes are green and my skin is light. I enjoy drawing and making things. My room is small with no windows, light blue walls, a desk, and a bed. I have lived here for 14 years. This whole writing thing is making my hand cramp. I'm going to come back later.March 6- Today was pretty good. I drew for a while, my caretaker brought me new pencils, ...

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The Ghosts of the Past

Submitted to Contest #84

Write about someone who grew up in a bunker, and lockdown life is all they’ve ever known. Sometimes I wonder. Wonder what it’s like outside. What it’s like in the real world. With real people. In a place where my actions matter, and I could feel useful. In a place where every day was different from the last. But the room around me was small. Light grey walls with white furniture and back accents. The curtains over the windows. The lights off. The floor musty with the weight of not giving a crap. I was sick. I was weak. I was laying on the fl...

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Decisions

Submitted to Contest #84

"Have you ever thought about living forever?" “Not like this,” I whisper bitterly. “No, no, not like this, like in the story books.” Story books? What are we ten? Holding in a frustrated sigh, I wait for Remmy to begin his obnoxious dreaming out loud tangents. He’s always been a dreamer, but lately it’s been over the top, and non stop. It’s like he’s ten and believing these unrealistic things again, like how we’ll get out of our bunker and underground cavern someday. So foolish. I’d smack some sense into him, but I’m afraid it’ll crush his s...

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Three More...

Submitted to Contest #84

“Three more weeks,” I say to myself. “Three more weeks.” I continue to walk down the dimly lit tunnel pushing my cart. It’s just gray brick, gray walks, gray walkway, gray light holders, and gray everything. The only color is the soft yellow oozing out every ten feet or so. My cart is full of cleaning supplies.  I’m the janitor of this bunker after all it would make sense that everyone here is clean freaks. Massive plague broke out hundred years ago. Killed most of humanity. The survivors took to underground bunkers, cleaned like hell, ...

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