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It Goes On and On and On

Somewhere in the smouldering deserts where civilization was born and where it has gone to die an angry young man is crawling under barbed wire while a machine gun is fired just above his head. One wrong move and pieces of the young man’s skull will explode all over the dirt. Despite the fear, he continues to crawl.
Where this young man is from death looms in the sky among the circling birds waiting to feast on the next batch of fire blasted corpses. Tanks lumber along the dusty old roads, smashing bodies under their treads and decimating homes with radioactive shells that poison the land wherever the explode. Caravans of armoured vehicles of sped through the village. The war-weary driver of the mechanized pack animals understood standing still invited death, so the columns stopped for nothing.
The soldiers in the first Humvee must have seen her body disappear under their vehicle. They must have seen her crushed and lacerated body in the rear view mirror being smashed into the dirt by…

Dismemberment

The storm of fire had climaxed, and the thundering of then guns was petering out into sporadic thunder claps. The little village at the end of the battlefield sat fixed in time for nearly seven centuries,  Now in just four short years, the small collection of families that settled there were on the brink of extinction. All the husbands and sons were gone. They were carried away by iron rails that connected the grandest city with the remotest homestead. Now the town was flooded with strange men. Wounded soldiers lined the bars, they’re torn and shattered, The blood pouring from their wounds painted the golden wheat a dark red and their corpses filled the untilled fields like crops rotting in the sun.
Chaos reigned in the wake of defeat. The soldiers fled into the woods and discarded uniforms lazily swayed in the wind on the dusty roads. The elderly, the wives, the mothers, and the daughters had been abandoned once again, and now they were at the mercy of the Eastern hordes, marauders k…

Goodrock

Time became benign within the confines of the flying metallic fortress. The mobile command center spent the end of the world in the safety of the clouds. In a millionth of a second, a star was born on earth. The sublime white light silhouetted the shadows of the dead on the concrete ruins burning or hear the howl of the burning cyclones raging across the planet. Besides the humming of the cooling fans of the server banks, the plane was silent.  To the generals on board the global holocaust was presented as abstract data. The dead and wounded were just numbers the end of the world was just an ongoing thought exercise, but as more of the earth became engulfed by atomic light, the supreme commanders found themselves with less and less territory and fewer and fewer units to worry about. Soon all the digital links that tethered the airborne titanic to the world below were cut, and the plane was left to circle silently in the sky. The aircraft was part of the operation for the continuity of…

Laika

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To the little mongrel living a spartan existence in the bustling streets of Moscow, the towers of the old palace and the looming shadows of the monuments to the new system that supplanted the ancient empire had no meaning. They were simply part of a harsh landscape where survival was dependent on will, a little luck, and occasionally isolated acts of charity.
The lonely hound had no one and came from nowhere. She was neither pet nor companion but living refuse. Even in the urban sprawl survival was as uncertain as it was even in the deepest wilds of Russia. What were the odds that the would find her? Who in this world could trace the sequence of events that all lead up to this unassuming stray being destined to meet her end at the edge of the final frontier? How could it be that fate had these designs for her to be the center of what humanity considered to be one of the most momentous events in its history?
When they took her for a brief moment, she suspected she might have been save…

Imagine

Some time ago a group of people fed up with the problems of the broader society decided they would break away and built a new social order. They recruited the best and brightest and set about creating a community that was the first of its kind.
They decided many of the problems in the outside world arose from ignorance. So it was important to make sure the citizens of this new community were well educated.
Guns were not allowed, nor was any kind of hate speech, and all food was to be locally grown and organic. People were allowed to worship as they wanted, even though most were atheists, and all the bathrooms were unisex.
Teachers, doctors, lawyers, engineers, academics, and if any of them had married brand ambassadors or social media advisors they were invited along. These concerned citizens came together to form the backbone of a new city and a new way of life christened Imagine.
Because everyone was a working professional the economy of Imagine was quite healthy. Businesses thrive…

Practice Doll

A cold late autumn rain pounded the green field into a soft muddy expanse, Puddles of blood filled water turned into a dirty pink soup, bodies lay in lead shredded heaps on the ground the blood that spilled and splashed in the grass looked all the more vibrant under the pale gray sky.
Two boys both just over 19 were wracking the field with machine gun fire. They kept count of the bodies they dropped in the dirt every time the trigger was pulled.
“Oh fuck to the right!” Yelled the boy feeding the belt of bullets into their chamber.
“Got it!” Yelled the lad swinging his gun to the right at a charging soldier as he leapt over a corpse he was caught in the gun’s sights and before the soldier even heard the burst he saw the fire bursting from the muzzle and felt the hot lead punching through his chest and exploding out of his back,
“Shit that was a close one!” The ammo feeder celebrated
His comrade breathed a sigh of relief “Yeah it was.”
“Alright, my turn to fire.”
“Charge!” Came the orde…