The Tramp — Part One
Dystopian Short Story From his high vantage point he had a terrific view of the poor sap below him. The Kid sat in a tiny room made of concrete — the ceiling had fallen...
Tagged: post apocalyptic
Dead Flags & Breathing Canvas
Post-Apocalyptic Fiction I walked down what was once a city street, now weathered, split, and overgrown. The remnants of an American flag still flew high above be me. It stood tall and arrogant....
Freak – Part One
Short Story He was cold as he always was and starving in the only way he knew how. He had dwindling supplies so the next few days would be rough as his body...
