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Write a post-apocalyptic story that features zombies.

Posted in Science Fiction on Apr 19, 2021

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Red Chrysalis

Submitted to Contest #60

As a child I’d always feared graveyards to be endless night, a thick fog blanketing the ground with the only sound being that of the wind, twisting the dying branches of an old yew tree. But somehow, walking through these graves today, in bright sun and clear blue, I’m more terrified than I was as a child, passing the same church each morning in the car. My father telling me when the coast is clear and I can uncover my eyes, surviving once again. No comfort of his voice now, nor do I have the urge to cover my eyes. Wide and alert, scanning f...

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Aliens, Zombies and Climate Change, oh my!

Submitted to Contest #60

Dear Diary, 6/19/2019Hey, it’s Alana!For my 13th birthday, my parents presented me with this diary. Apparently, it isn’t any normal diary though, it’s a different kind of diary. I’m supposed to write here every single year, on my birthday, June 19th.My parents said it is supposed to help me “document my life” and see how things change throughout my lifetime. Got to go now, Mom and Dad are taking us out to a special birthday dinner and I don’t want to be late! Talk to you next year!Dear Diary, 6/19/2020The worst words in t...

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Cosmic Latte

Submitted to Contest #60

The color of the universe and the walls of my house match almost perfectly. I don’t know how to feel about this. Should it make me feel more secure because in some meta way I am out in the universe even when I am at home alone, safe on my couch while I sip from oversized coffee mugs, watching the clouds roll by like massive white poodles out my window? Or should I be concerned that the universe is so dreadfully blah, instead of some raging orange or deep thoughts purple? I don’t know, but I think about it a lot anyway. I think about it as I ...

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The Stone Lion

Submitted to Contest #60

Cupcakes.I have to make cupcakes for Jason’s class. Today. Right now. Vanilla, nut-free, white frosting, rainbow sprinkles. Vanilla, nut-free, white frosting, rainbow sprinkles. Vanilla, nut-free, white frosting, rainbow sprinkles.A whooshing sound penetrated my sugar and flour dreams.The fridge? The a/c? Oh God, I hope it’s not the a/c. I hope it’s not broken. I hope….The fog cocooning me between waking and sleep dissolved, leaving me shivering. I was lying on my back. Gusts of wind swept over me and I opened my eyes to see only a...

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End of the World

Submitted to Contest #60

“ZOMBIES!” yelled my best friends, Brooklynn and Charlie.  At first I thought they were joking.  They always play pranks on me but, the way they ran to the tree house was telling me they were not kidding around.   This is it.  The end of the world.  I can’t believe it.  I thought that I would be one of the first to go.   The first thing I think to do is pull the ladder up and lock the door in our tree house once Brooke and Charli  get in.  Next  I wonder if there are any more survivors hiding...

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2021

Submitted to Contest #60

“Voice memo- Timestamp- 21:43, December 31, 2021. Hole in my shoe. Hole in my shoe. Hole in my shoe. Damnit. Cold outside. Cold. My thoughts tend to flutter a bit nowadays. You get a little off your rocker when you have been completely alone for such a long period of time. You would think my introverted spirit would thrive during times like this, but then again I have always been just a little bit psycho, at least that's what my friends used to jokingly remark when life was normal. What a word, normal is. What a goddamn word. Honestly a bit ...

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Face your Fears

Submitted to Contest #60

This is the room where she’d be spending the rest of her life.The tiny window had been boarded up by an unknown person or people long gone and only a tiny sliver of dimmed light shone through.Dust particles floated in the air, landing on the grimy, stained mattress lying in one corner and adding to the filth already carpeting the floor.Hastily, Jazzy pulled down the mask she was wearing and breathed deeply. The air felt fresh compared to outside where the sky remained a dark grey at all times and from being behind the mask which was drenched...

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One Bite

Submitted to Contest #60

The Boy That Sits In Her  I stare into the depths of her soft blue eyes, they are the same shade as Rory's were. Her freckles cover the bridge of her nose, as pimples had his. Her hair is cut short, it is the same length his was kept. He had braces, and a thin lower lip. She has crooked yellow teeth, and a dimple on her left side of her face. They both wear a look of sorrow. His body was limp when I held him last. His lips and fingers were blueish grey.  He smelled as sour as the morning dew tastes and his voice had a slight sway t...

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Broken-Stringed Kite

Submitted to Contest #60

“You have got to be kidding me!” Raz slung the rifle over her shoulder and gave the rubbish bin a kick, with a well-executed grunt for good measure.“No, he’s not kidding,” Ky said, kneeling beside Will who was collapsed against the wall.“I’m not kidding,” Will gasped. He clutched at his bloody shoulder.“The bullet’s gone right through.” Raz continued giving the rubbish bin a beating. The poor thing didn’t deserve it, but Raz’s temper was sky-high.Nothing had gone right these past few days. First they got kicked out of the shelter… well, Raz ...

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Sanctuary’s end

Submitted to Contest #60

Wilbur was having a pleasant apocalypse. The chickens were finally laying again, the roses were coming on nicely and- if anything- the neighbours had become much more reasonable since succumbing to their sudden penchant for brains. They were certainly quieter. He perused his record collection, looking for something suitably bombastic for a Friday evening. Wagner, maybe? Mahler? No, Beethoven. His fifth. A cliché choice, perhaps, but he didn't have to worry about snobs any more. It was famous for a reason and he was going to enjoy it at ful...

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Fire of the Hill

Submitted to Contest #60

There was no one left. The zombies have transformed everyone that I knew in one of them. It was only my five-year-old sister and me. She was afraid, so was I. I tried to stay calm and maintain the posture that "everything would be just fine" to avoid freaking her out. But I didn't know if everything would be fine; I didn't see the answer for the first time in my life. Celia looked giant in the small and airless room that we were. There wasn't light nor ventilation. It was so dark that the only visible light was Celia's shining sneakers. It...

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When God Closes A Door

Submitted to Contest #60

It. That's the only fitting label for what this has become. It's alive, yet isn't. Walks, breathes, hunts, and eats. Walks more like a machine than a man. Breathes more like a beast. Hunts more like a cannibal. Exists more like a deity. And it's the only living being walking on two legs left on this earth besides the one intact human it pursues. It's gaining on him. His chest burns like his heart has burst into flames, pounding rapid drum beats. His lungs can't keep up with the hopeless demands this game of survival keeps belting out. His ...

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Disoriented

Submitted to Contest #60

I woke up to an explosion out my double-glazed window, it was like a real life horror movie. People ran down the street, I had no idea why. It seemed like they were running from something, or maybe even multiple somethings? Not knowing what was going on, it ate at me. People's screams and cries corrupted my mind as I ran into the living room to get Nadine. My stomach hurt horribly, but I cared more about her. I found her on the floor crying. She stared out the window as tears fell.    “Nadine?” I said as I ran over and hugged ...

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Scavenger

Shortlisted for Contest #60 ⭐️

  If I'm being totally honest, my first instinct was to just leave her there.   I was fully aware, even in that moment, that the person I was, just a year earlier, would have been horrified at that idea, and disgusted by what I'd become. That wasn't what changed my mind though. I didn't feel a whole lot of kinship with my former self. That well-fed, complacent, self-satisfied prick was free to sit around imagining how noble he'd be in my place, when his idea of a rough time was when the cable went out.   &n...

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Recollection

Submitted to Contest #60

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re bitten.How would they know? How could I believe them? Frivolous, uneducated guesses by people trying to make sense of a world that can no longer be controlled.They were wrong. It’s not a flash after the bite. It’s a slow dream.A recollection.I’m in the hospital where Davy was born. He’s squeezing my pinky in his tiny hand. His grip is surprisingly strong.“He likes you,” whispers Mom, hugging us tight to her chest. I listen to her heartbeat and melt into its slow rhythm.She fades into so...

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