Tag Archives: Post-Apocalypse

Faith

You need to be patient, dad always cautioned her. She was damn tired of hearing about his so-called wisdom. His talk of patience did nothing to save mom. He kept asking Cad to have some faith, that Guide and the … Continue reading

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Eyes Of An Honest Man

When a man became desperate he looked to other people for needs. It didn’t matter if the need was material or spiritual, it all depended on the person in question. When a person approached death he made the instinctive choice … Continue reading

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Death’s Dove

It paid off to have survival skills in the wasteland. Every salvager needed them or else death treaded pretty close. He read about the days before the Big Boom, when a man’s freedom out in the wilds depended on his … Continue reading

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Future Unrest

The sun rose over the wastes to begin a new day. Vibrant degrees of yellow and orange flooded over the desolate landscape as the morning came. However, as the sun rose it was consumed by the polluted clouds of ash … Continue reading

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