Shorts

All these following tales are subject to the creative rights and are not under any circumstances to be reproduced in any facet.

From the author:

The following is on the spot writing. The fiction here is completely objective and not intentionally driven by political nor religious factors for any reason unless otherwise noted. Understand that some words and or grammar may suffer or be stiff as this crackpot idea is all done on the fly. Hopefully none of these concerns arise but a word of warning has been issued. If anyone (in this vacant world) is still (actually) reading then let us continue...


Prologue:

It is always the same. Many days apart but they always begin identical to one another. I feel the shock wave wash over my limp body like a coat of water surging past. Then the thunder abruptly hampers my sleeping corpse, beckoning me back to life.

I sit up and wipe the slumber from my pupils. The dry dirt and debris falls to ground as in the distance the repeating sight loops ever more.

Nothing.

No trees sway from the gusts. No birds squawking a pleasant song. There is only silence around me. There is only death beside me.

Seven years ago a man attempted to destroy the world. Seven times he was thwarted by righteous men. The great tyranny endowed did not last. We were free of the racism and bigotry. We the soldiers did not falter.

But every night I hear the same sounds. The bombs continue to fall. I thought that seven years ago this had ended. It appears I was wrong.