K... so heres that short story i wrote called The Last Man Standing. I dont think its finished, but Im going to post it for yall anyway. Let me know what you think. K, here we go. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 365 days out- 1 year Doomsday Anniversary. By now there isnt much beauty left in the world. The days of green grass lawns, yellow daisies and pretty women in their Sunday best are a thing of the past. The brief moments when sunshine cuts through the perpetual smog and choking clouds of dust only bring to light the stark, ugly reality of just how deep mankind has dug its grave. Darkness(something once looked upon with a measure of fear) is the only source of relief from the vision of decay the scorched and pitted landscape offers. Its probably around midnight now. I dont like to come out during the day anymore, its harder to see filth in the dark. Still smell it though. At night the shadows mask much of Earths present desecration while moonlight picks out the contrast between crumbling gray walls and obsidian sky. The effect is similar to bleached bones swathed in black velvet. I suppose thats a pretty apt metaphor for the current state of mankind; A being long past its expiration date, long past the state of rot even. Down to its bones and waiting for a chance at rebirth. Exhume this corpse and all youll find is a fossil. Its not truly all bad... really, its not. Think about it. When life no longer revolves around the petty day to day struggles of a humanity long ago corrupted past any chance of redemption there is no dog eat dog mentality, no you scratch my back I scratch yours, no eye for an eye. Just survival. Gone are the fake smiles and backhanded comments. Gone are the hollow laughs and lying eyes. No more skeletons in the closet. Just bones. Bleached bones and ebony nights. Stark truths and emptiness. Black and white. Death. And death has always had its own beauty, has it not? What with salvation and all. Yet never before have i had the ability to truly appreciate the depth of that beauty, the absolute purity. Its as if i had been staring at a rosebud for a millennium , thinking to myself this thing here... this is a thing of great beauty never to be outshone, and with my dying gasp see it start to unfurl, to bloom, and realize that the thing it is to come, this thing i will never see for true, is of far greater beauty then what i had gazed upon for so long. This is the world of the last man standing. This is what we fought so hard for, for so long. - Andrew Angell
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 06:44:31 +0000
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