It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it.
As a boy he had heard those words of the once-great Robert E. Lee. Many things had faded since then, or left scattered, cracked burned. But those words always stuck with. And now, upon this strange night, he needed them more than ever before.
The room had been an inferno, a blaze that until now had been kept in check, but one that now threatened to break the walls down at the seams. Men shouted at one another, some with patriotism and some nearly anarchistic in their disapproval. Although he was at the center of all this, of the hands clapping him on the back and th
Five Years: And the World Kept Spinning by Pepper-the-phoenix, literature
Literature
Five Years: And the World Kept Spinning
“Do you ever think about the fact that the world didn’t end?” asked Enric, pouring himself a scotch.
“Give it time,” drawled Daniel, reading the news on his smartpad.
Enric smirked and shook his head.
“I’m serious. Do you ever think about it?”
“I think it depends on what you mean,” said Walter, “There have been many near apocalyptic moments in earth’s history.”
“World War III, geniuses,” said Enric, leaning against the bar, “The worst moment in human history, the moment of nuclear holocaust. And nothing.”
“There were close calls,”
Call it a shot in the dark
Blindsided on an whim, stripped down to the bone
Split into more pieces than you can count
Dead set on taking us apart
We've run the gamut, there's nothing to see
And there's no me left but a residue
You can't be undone once you've gone through us
And it's only just begun
You can't be undone, and you can't be outdone…
No one knew what you could do
Until you shed a light on them
You've exposed the liars beyond a doubt
And dug shallow graves for the devout
We're dying slowly from the inside
Burning up throughout the winter
We waited out the raining ash
But couldn't evade the aftermath
You can't be und
10/23/77 - 3 Sentence Story Time by Pinkingtonarmoury, literature
Literature
10/23/77 - 3 Sentence Story Time
Bradley adjusted his tie as he surveyed his fellow board members,"Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to our last meeting before the big launch."
He activated the remote in his blazer pocket "After years of hard days, sleepless nights and might I say secretive labours . . . we are ready."
Bradley beamed as the projector blazed to life revealing a slide of Radi-Cool the Radi-Cola mascot, "Nuka-Cola won't know what hit them."