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Write a post-apocalyptic thriller.

Posted in Thriller and Suspense on Jul 27, 2021

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The Harmonies of Fatality

Submitted to Contest #60

A Lutist heard screaming in the streets over the violent and raucous noises of the tavern. Yet another fight had broken out.  But this came as no surprise to the Lutist who gently plucked out a mellow tune. It was a song for only her ears; no-one else cared to listen. There were, of course, genuinely good people who visited the sad little casino. The Friar would come for fellowship, while the peasants would come for a desperately needed laugh. But by nightfall, they would vanish, but the tavern would not go quiet. The slums would come...

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Batool

Submitted to Contest #60

This story is dedicated to Batool Hussain on Reedsy Prompts.She laughed wildly, crazily, manically.There was no surprise there; she had been laughing like that her whole life. Ever since birth.Because she, Batool, was a Laugher.She felt more like a broken record, a puppet, a hyena. Her throat was sore day and night, and she wasn't sure how long it'd be until she couldn't speak. But she couldn't control it at all. She had to laugh. Batool didn't know what would happen if she didn't. Her body was simply designed to laugh, although her throat w...

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Apocalypse and Chill

Submitted to Contest #60

I look to my left, I look to my right. I sit down on the ground.There is dark, there is night.There are ashes all around.I look to the sunBut it is deadI look to the moon But she holds her headHeavy with words no one wants to say. The world ended this morning In ways you cannot fathom There is no where to go No hope in this chasmAnd yet a rose blooms.A rose of hope A flower of loveA shining beacon A simple white doveAnd I dive. Death smells like breakfast When you have no guts I dive tow...

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Earthlings

Submitted to Contest #60

It's been exactly fifteen years and six months since the ‘great catastrophe.' That's what his parents and the others referred to the event which had destroyed every living organism on the surface of the earth.Zack and his twin sister Zoe were born here in the compound like so many other kids their age. They were the few lucky ones. The others were not so lucky. At least that's what they have been told, especially by their parents.They had just celebrated their fourteenth birthday, a week ago. Today they are given a rare opportunity. A t...

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PARADISE AWAITS...

Submitted to Contest #60

1We all saw the sign that read PARADISE AWAITS. Well, one hundred thousand of us with the money to afford paradise did.         It was the last vestige for humanity. Our last-ditch effort to save the human race.A team of scientists began to develop an A.I called M.O.N.A which was short for, Meeting Our Needs Always. A silly name but the principle was sound. M.O.N.A was tasked with creating a bubble of sorts for the surviving humans to thrive in, that would have everything we need, always...

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Oppy's Song

Submitted to Contest #60

The automatic door swings open. It creaks.Add to list- check on door-bots to fix Ren’s bedroom door.“Good morning, REN.”Ren yawns. I should check with the internet if it is okay for him to be this tired.No. No. No. Your orders were to be as human as possible. Humans have proved to combust at these layers of stress. Ren is a twelve-year-old boy, it is also okay for him to be tired at 7 AM.“G-good morning…”I check his stress levels. They are low.See, Oppy? Those are normal stress levels. I lower my stress levels and feel more relaxed.Error. Er...

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An Exception For Saviors

Submitted to Contest #60

“The problem with people who are always trying to be nice is that they create a blind spot for the potential harm they are doing to others. The perpetually congenial have a knack for reducing their metric for goodness into an absurdly narrow area of consideration. In the history of mankind there has been more harm done with smiles and good intentions than a planet full of evildoers could ever possibly aspire to.” “Damnit, Huck, do you have to give this monologue every time we meet someone new?” Brenna groans articulately. “I do believe l...

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L.A.D Incorporated

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“Good afternoon, Ms. Gomez. Your air supply system has expired. We have sent a termination officer to your home. The estimated time of arrival is 4:30 pm. We've automatically locked all the windows and doors in your house. Please remain calm and follow the procedure. Do not attempt to break out of your home. This action would be an I.U code violation and your termination procedure will be a slow death. Your current termination procedure will be painless and the time duration is 2 minutes. Have a wonderful day and thank you for using L.A.D In...

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Rat King

Submitted to Contest #60

Stanford Log entered the room like a little child lost in the woods. He looked around at the panoramic window. The psychologist motioned to a grey couch. Stanford twitched his nose like a rat and tried running out of the room. He was caught in the hallway and dragged back by two men in white uniforms. He sat on the couch, defeated. “Fine, I’ll tell you my story, because a good story deserves to be told,” Stanford said. He lay on the couch, head propped up against one of the armrests, hands folded across his chest like a corpse. The psyc...

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So Long

Submitted to Contest #60

I sob when I see her.I’m not a crier; I didn’t shed a tear during the Great War, not even when my girlfriend died in my arms. She was neither the first nor the last.But I just spent the last decade peering into every corner of the continent. I stopped thinking the words “what if” around year five, and I started drinking my way through the looted liquor stores around year eight.So, when the girl appears around the corner of the half-bombed grocery store, I fall to my knees and cry until there isn't a drop of liquid left in my body.“Um—hi.”She...

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Night of the Wolf

Submitted to Contest #60

So much for the Gods.Years of enduring have left her marble creased, two dried rivers meeting at the height of her throat. That’s where I begin. Careful fingertips caress her jaw, promising one final act of servitude. A hymn, a prayer trailed to the base, pursuing her tender swallow. On her exposed flesh, the words rest with my straining breath. And as I inhale, I lean into a bow at her breast.Smash! “Ha!” His howls of laughter resound through her hall. “Pray now, Syco.” My beloved Goddess. I needn’t demand to know. Her fate was se...

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The Sky Offsprings Darkness

Submitted to Contest #60

“Is this right?” the old women in the super market keep asking everyone that stands beside her. She is scared, I am scared... everyone is scared of what is happening out there.It rained, really terribly; We had to see cars washed away, some with their owners. It would have been okay if we were warned but this happened in the middle of summer and sudden; too hot, it was quite unusually sultry that we almost drown in our own sweat. Hell, I thought we were melting. It was hell and it rained as if someone from up there, so madly, decided to simp...

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Repercussions

Submitted to Contest #60

As I ran for my life, the air leaving my lungs, my weak legs thrashing forwards and backwards as the polluted wind smacked my sweating face, I had to accept the fact that I might not make it out alive. The flaming buildings continued to burn beside me, bringing a great amount of heat and gas into the already polluted atmosphere. The melted cars planted on sidewalks and random parts of the cracked road. Debris had fallen all over the ground from the perishing buildings above, raining down like ash. The sky was glowing orange, smoke covering t...

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Strangers

Submitted to Contest #60

Blood. All around, blood pooled beneath piles of corpses. Movement stirred, causing disturbance in the light of day as it shifted with the shadows on the red ground. Utter shock shackled his legs, gripping tighter and tighter as he stared at his trembling hands. The warm liquid dripped between his fingers but the blood was not his own. He knew because murderers never bled. He slowly looked around, watching with horror as the corpses stood up, groaning in unfelt agony. It was not long before they noticed a warm body; fresh meat for their unen...

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Looking for a new life

Submitted to Contest #60

I had just moved to the peaceful town of FairyLand two days ago and there was still so much to unpack. The boxes remained piled on top of each other, the shelves covered with dust and the furniture covered with white sheets, except for my new bed upstairs on the right. My eight-month-old baby Lisa was sitting on the floor on a huge round rug, white as snow. It was one of the few things I've had unpacked. The baby was entertained with her rag dolls, although she took most of them to her mouth to nibble, experimenting with the teeth that ...

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