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Two people who thought they were the last people left on Earth end up meeting by chance.

Posted in Science Fiction on Aug 5, 2021

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Haven

Submitted to Contest #39

I shook myself awake, although now that my eyes were open , I wish them closed. My head is throbbing horribly and darkness still surrounds me, something strategically placed before my eyes. A musty sort of smell wafts from the surroundings and I start feeling sweaty and clammy. A drip-drop sound echoes, and as if everything else wasn’t already giving the cliché feeling of being kidnapped, this definitely did. I try to pry my limbs apart but they are bound together at such odd angles THAT IT could easily cause pain if I so much as shuffled.On...

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The Gourmand

Submitted to Contest #39

Before it all happened, before everyone from his life disappeared forever, Greg prided himself on being a gourmand. Every week he set his sights on a restaurant and chose an appetising dish from the menu. Never did he behave like the other food bloggers, who subtly suggested they get a free meal in return for a good review. He always paid for his food, even when he went out on behalf of a newspaper or a magazine. And he always sent his compliments to the chef, more as a show of gratitude for the food rather than an appreciation for their art...

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The Big Apple

Submitted to Contest #39

Imagine a world without people. In this world, concrete buildings stand tall against pale blue skies, their interiors left completely vacant. Streetlights flicker when dusk emerges, but the illuminated streets remain silent. Living rooms, kitchens and bedrooms become time capsules, preserving the remnants of a once lively human race. Now imagine, you wake up one Sunday morning to the sound of your alarm clock; the rest of your house deafeningly quiet. You make your way through the corridors, expecting to be greeted by someone you love. ...

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Listen

Submitted to Contest #39

"Help me!" "Help!" My cries were inaudible as I felt myself tossing this way and that. Nobody else seemed to notice me, and passed right through me like I didn't exist! Hoping for some sort of rescue from this terrible fate, I managed to steady myself enough to grab the controls. Someone yanked me from the back and pulled me into the capsule, but I was too overcome in shock to realize who it was.      "None of us will survive if you don't listen to me. Right here, right now." The mysterious stranger shoved me in...

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I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on Earth

Submitted to Contest #39

“I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on Earth!” That was what I said to Lewis, the moment before I threw a drink into his face. We were at Freddie’s Place (in Columbus, Ohio, if you must know) and we were on a blind date. The year was 1945, and Lewis and I were sitting at a big table by the window.Anyway, before the drink-throwing incident, the date hadn’t been going well. Lewis was a handsome fella, (still is) but he kept getting on my nerves.Wait a minute, though, (as Lewis keeps saying to me) I have a tendency to keep getti...

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Awake

Submitted to Contest #39

A shrill, screeching sound awakens me from my sleep. My head immediately throbs at the sound and I flinch, heart pounding. There’s no telling how long it’s been; the evacuation was short and to the point, giving no one a clue of how long it would take to arrive in Seroria. People were initially upset with the lack of detail, but I didn’t mind. As long as it took us away from the plague, I couldn't care less about the time frame.I squeeze my eyes together tightly, attempting to drown out the still shrieking sound and pounding headache. It’s n...

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Good-Bye

Submitted to Contest #39

A movement in the bushes caught my eye. I was up a tree in a flash with my bow and arrows in hand. I pulled the large leaves gently to cover me. If I ran into another person, I would simply do what I had done to the rest of them. I nocked an arrow and aimed my bow toward the bushes. The rustling continued. A foot poked out of the bushes and was immediately followed by a man. He looked like he had never done a day’s work in his life, and I was very surprised to see him in the forest. I might as well talk to the guy. I have nothing better to d...

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My only witness

Submitted to Contest #39

Most of the times in the movies, the apocalypse is violent and have mercy for no one, rich , poor, king, shoe mender , they all feel the same fear before dying. This one is quite different, i can't decide if I am simply dreaming or if this is real.The first day I woke up in the middle of my loft, sweating, overwhelmed and crying. I tried to remember what happened the previous day, but everything was blank and the only memories I have are those from my wake till nowThe second day after weeping around like some mad bitch i realized everyone wa...

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Crimson Eye

Submitted to Contest #39

Carl woke up, his sleep plagued by a terrifying dream. He sat in his bed and shook his head. He looked out of the window. The sky was dark, save for a glowing red halo. His heart started pounding in his chest, as he ran out into the living room of his apartment, calling for his mother.She was sprawled on the sofa. Dead.Carl screamed, running out of his house to fetch help. He reached the door of his next door neighbour, and started ringing the bell urgently.No response.A cold chill crept up Carl’s body, and he stared at the door with wide, f...

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From The Last To The First

Submitted to Contest #39

Ediva Fighting for a life. A will to live in this vast, wide empty world. After the apocalypse, I haven’t seen a single soul. They were either taken prisoner by an alien and sent to another planet, or they were killed. When It is a dog eat dog world, you have to be the champion at hide and seek. And I was. I hid and nobody found me. I would’ve thought that more people would try to hide. Or even fight. But no. Nobody saw it coming. I killed a few of the aliens. Saved a few lives. But they were already condemned to die, with the newly found, ...

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No Blood From a Turnip

Submitted to Contest #39

Writers are constantly warned to avoid clichés. This short story is a spoof, deliberately packed with twisted clichés used in unique and literal ways to move the plot forward, a parody on the trite, but always popular themes of vampires and time travel. No Blood From a Turnip Count Galilea wrapped his cloak about his shoulders, reveling in the storm-tossed night. With the stealth of a panther, he moved to a waiting limousine, sleek and long as a black serpent glistening in the rain. Lightning flashed with wild abandon, th...

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The Human within the N'Chusa

Submitted to Contest #39

The stars blinked at him as though trying to reveal a secret. Morse code, he thought? But he had never ever bothered to learn it. Maybe there is another human, or humans, out there in space trying to find their way home back to earth. And they just want to know if earth is still habitable.He had never been much of a star gazer but it takes confinement to prompt you into new interests. Now he knew which stars were prone to miss attendance some days...at least the ones he could see from the small barred window.The thought that kept him aw...

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Blood mixed with blood

Submitted to Contest #39

~MISHA~My body awoke with a start and my eyes blinked open. My sleek black hair was knotted and matted. Sunlight beamed through my windows and blinded me. I groaned. I sat up and swung my feet over the side of my bed. My feet hit the cold floor.Something was different.I looked around my room. Same old rug, same old lamp, same old house plant. What was different?I looked at my old alarm clock. It read 8:45. I winced and held my ears. It was usually 8:45 was when the garbage truck rumbled down the street every morning, ignoring the speed limit...

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And the Roots Grow Deeper Still

Shortlisted for Contest #39 ⭐️

She is barely two feet tall but has already witnessed the destruction of her entire family. If the farmer had noticed her, she would have been torn down just like the rest of the forest. She survived the winter massacre and now stands alone, exposed, in the dank, still earth. Waiting for something. But what she can not tell. All she knows is that the hushed song of her kind as they swayed to the music of the wind is gone.Remnants of her ancestors can be seen here and there; mangled limbs of once-mighty aunts, uncles, grandparents. Older...

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Hot Cheetos in Death Valley

Submitted to Contest #39

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”The most extraordinary, spectacular, out-of-this-world event Adam Park had come across in nearly seven months was happening right before his eyes.“There’s no way I’m seeing this right now”, he went on with a slight snort.  This was, without a doubt, going into his “Post-Apocalyptic Journal: The First Textbook For A New Generation” (the title was long, but he thought it had a nice, satirical ring to it).“I’m the only human alive in this entire world, and you would think a random Costco in Death Valley wo...

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