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Tag Archives: post apocalyptic
Twenty-four – 01
[This post is from Matt Astoris’s point of view.] “Uncle Matt?” The hammer rang off-key against the edge of the anvil as Matt twisted toward the open doorway. For a moment, his heart climbed into his throat at his nephew … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 08
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “But I don’t understand why—or how.” “Have you talked to Phelan about it?” I bit my lip, staring at the ground for a few seconds. “He said we’d talk about … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 07
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] Carolyn stayed silent for what seemed like a long time—almost all the way to the bridge itself—her gaze distant, thoughtful. I almost didn’t think that she’d say anything and my … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 06
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “That garden there used to be special,” I guessed as she tugged me gently along the path back toward the bridge. “You guys never talk about it, though.” “No,” she … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 05
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] Steel gray clouds had started to mass in the west by the time we stood up from our spot in the grass. Wind whispered through the branches in the trees … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 04
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “You’ve still got questions,” she said softly. I choked on a laugh. “Of course I do,” I said, then sighed a little. “A thousand of them. But I’m not sure … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 03
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] I chewed on the inside of my lip, still staring at the words carved into the stone. I could no longer remember who’d done the carving, only that it seemed … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 02
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] My throat tightened. “Because of Mom?” When they’d gone, something had been afflicting my mother for a while by then, though no one seemed to know what it was. I’d … Continue reading
Twenty-three – 01
[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.] “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The fact that Carolyn said it so softly, so gently, made it almost worse. Sitting in the grass in front of what was supposed … Continue reading
Twenty-two – 06
[This post is from Artorius Mackenzie’s point of view.] That, of course, was the worst of it. If not me, then who? The problem was, he couldn’t come up with a good answer. Unless it was someone completely unconnected to … Continue reading