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breath-of-eternity · 9 months

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Introduction

It's been a while so I figured I should update this.

You can call me Em, writeblr who is absolutely terrible at writing about herself. I love getting lost in fantasy worlds, and when I write them, they’re usually in a modern fantasy setting, full of too many characters, and way too many comma splices that I’m not getting rid of.

Awakening: Knights Of Eternity

Four immortal warriors, created to protect the world from dangers both magical and human, awaken in a world beyond anything they ever imagined.

Magic is dead, and technology has risen in its place, so was it random chance that roused them from their slumber, or is there a purpose for them in this strange world after all?

Part I now complete.

Reckoning: Knights Of Eternity

After an impossible loss leaves the Knights shattered, and while they may approach gods in their power, they are still very much human in their desire for vengeance.

They spent thousands of years eradicating magic, but now someone threatens to revive what they have banished. The world is on the brink of a change they should be guiding it through, if only the three remaining Knights can reconcile their grief with their new existence.

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My Tumblr-exclusive story about a young woman’s survival during the last days of humanity on Earth.

In the distant future, Amaia is the last of her people, desperately trying to live in a world ravaged by alien monsters when the planet has been stripped of technology (find links under the cut).

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

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shamrockqueen · 1 month

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Wasteland paradise

Chapter 2

Pairing: Boyka X Reader (Post Apocalyptic AU/ inspired by but not in the universe of Fallout new Vegas

Warnings: R18, human trafficking, purchased reader, eventual Smut

Word count: 1793

Chapter 1

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No one ate nor drank for the next 3 days as the diesel-driven truck lumbered along the dusty landscape. Sadly, you were all too weak to protest the degrading conditions, too weak to fight back, and with too little hope for what was to come.

That was until a new sight seemed to spring up around the truck. It was a budding town surrounding the cracked road that you were all being carted along. With the change of scenery, there seemed to be a new spark of life in the back of the trailer, but whether it was a flickering flame of renewed hope or growing fear was another question.

It was still a shanty-like place, but much more put together than where you once called home. The truck came to a shaky stop, screeching just a little against the remains of pavement and kicking dust into the air and into the back of the half-open cab. It wasn’t like any of you could jump out and run, not while you were all chained to your seat.

The driver door clicked open, and the awful man that sat behind the wheel leapt from his seat before rounding towards the doors at the back of the rig. He unlatched the back hatch before jumping into the back of the truck and pulling a handful of captives out to stand in a line next to it. You were part of that unlucky group.

He doesn’t even speak to you before unhooking your chain, yanking from your seat, and leaving you to stumble forward along the dirt. The guns are up again as the hatch to the back of the truck slams shut. They’re armed and ready in case any of you feel like making the mistake of running. One of the raiders took the rope still tightly wrapped around your little wrists and tied it to the side of the truck's rigging before calling out for any potential buyers to take you off their hands.

They must not have deemed you all worth taking to the ‘acropolis’, a nifty name for a beast of a trade city situated further than you thought you'd ever reach. People say it’s hidden within an old amphitheater and spiderwebbed out in a few miles of slums. You’ve only ever heard stories of it, and from the few angry whispers you could hear from the raiders around you, if you're not sold today, you may not live long enough to see it anyway.

You must not have been particularly desirable, as thankfully not one person gave you a second glance as they came by. Yet, you couldn’t help but fidget as you fought to stay standing. You could feel some unwavering gaze drag over you, roughly like a dull blade along your skin. You couldn’t see any eyes in the passing crowd, but you knew someone was glaring at you from some unseen alcove, letting their eyes cut through to your weakened bones.

A woman tied beside you was untethered before being torn from the side of the truck and dragged towards her purchasers. Two burly men held her by each arm, but she seemed too weak to scream. Her head lulled to her shoulder as the one man shook her to stand on her own. You and the few others watched as she was led away, leaving the raiders to count the payment they received for her.

A few of the captives were picked away as the afternoon burned out, but you and at least two others remained beside the truck. At least it looked like two from what you could make out through your blurry vision.

Your time was ticking away, and as you bit down on your cracked lip and let a dribble of blood wet your tongue, you figured that at least the end would be quick. There will be no more pain, no more aches, and no more despair. You’d never have to feel the lingering burn left on your skin or the pangs of hunger in your stomach. Maybe you might see your mother once again.

You closed your eyes as the sun began to dim, wishing only for a slight breeze as you listened to the dull liveliness of the surrounding town. The Raiders spoke amongst themselves, but you didn’t listen—not until a new voice joined them. Something deep and smooth. It was neither hoarse nor graveled, only heavy, and you couldn’t stop yourself from opening your eyes and looking over at the new patron.

This man stood far taller than the raiders, but had his face and body covered from the sun with a thin cloak, as well as a scarf to protect his nose and mouth from the toxic dust that blew through the wasteland air. It left only his eyes visible, letting you feel them rake over your skin as they turned back towards you.

You felt an unerring shiver crawl up your spine as he lifted his hands and pointed at you. In the next instant, the raider was trudging towards you as you shook against the side of the trailer. Your tether was torn away and tied to a slightly longer rope, surely the better to lead you away with.

When you didn’t move with the tug of the rope, one of your captors seized the side of your arm and dragged you over to stand beside the large buyer. That way, the customer could get a better look at you.

An exchange of goods is made before the trailer is closed back up. The rope is handed to the hooded man as your previous captor smacks the back of the truck to signal the driver to leave.

This man now owned you in exchange for car parts. You knew you weren’t worth much, having not been built for hard labor, but you didn’t think your life would be worth so little.

You couldn’t believe the sight of it as the last of your kin disappeared between the rows of shanty houses. Some of those people were your friends and neighbors. After all the blood that had been shed in your own home to be severed from them, this felt like the final crooked nail being hammered into your coffin.

You didn’t know if maybe you were too tired or too dehydrated, but the tears just didn’t flow like they had days prior. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest that, after all these hardships, you had no tears left to shed as you watched the last of the people you used to know just disappear. Maybe it wasn't worth crying about anymore.

You felt a tug on the rope, pulling only slightly towards this hulking figure. It was uncharacteristically gentle, but soon he became impatient, and he started to walk with the rope held tightly in his fisted hand, towing you away with him. There isn’t anywhere left to run, and you didn’t have the energy to do so anyway, so you followed not too far behind this new man.

The town was small but bustled, at least a little bit. Many people unfortunate enough to look at you being pulled away on a lead just averted their gaze. It seemed that whatever ill will had befallen you, they didn’t want to make it their business.

He stumbled behind him, trying your best to lift your feet, only to drag them through the dust. You can't think any further than moving forward for as long as your body will allow, not realizing your poor efforts will easily be noticed.

All of a sudden, he stopped walking, leading you to absentmindedly collide with his broad back. Your legs buckled upon impact, and you crumpled towards the ground. But, you didn't hit the dirt; instead, you barely grazed it as a pair of strong, calloused hands grappled with your weak shoulders.

You sagged into his arms as he held you upright and looked down at your sorry form. You looked back, your vision blurred by the sun overhead as it darkened his figure further. He dipped his fingers into his scarf as your pupils began to shrink from the assault of sunlight.

Your world moved around you as you settled down to sit in the dirt, those hands still holding you upright as you pulled back.

Someone was talking, but it sounded strange. It got louder, and you blinked to see that large cloaked man that had once been tugging you along as he knelt over you.

He was shouting down at you to “STAY AWAKE” as he repeatedly shook your upper body so as to rouse you before exhaustion could take hold.

He had to move quickly before you fully collapsed, digging into the packs tied to his side for something to help you. One of those hands moves to cradle the side of your head, hoping to steady you as he brings his canteen close to your face.

You felt it first, the cold metal spout spreading to your cracked lips before the water hit your tongue and chilled your teeth. You gasped into the bottle as a rush of cool liquid shocked your system, making you choke on what had already flooded into your mouth.

He leaned you forward as you began to cough, your body shaking in his arms as panic overtook you. You were livelier, for sure, but only in the sense that you were squirming against his hold. He had to wrap his arm around the back of your neck, locking his hand around your jaw, and holding you tighter to his hard body just to keep you still.

“Drink. Drink, Pozhaluysta!”

His voice was barely a hum against the buzzing in your ears, but as the spout of the flask met your lips again and that water began flooding in, all your senses were dulled.

Your body finally moved on autopilot, letting you chug back the water until the flask was empty and your stomach ached.

You shuddered as he pulled it away, taking in each sharp breath like it was your first lungful of fresh air.

“khoroshaya devochka”

You pulled your eyes open, letting them go wide as his face came into view. He’d pulled the scarf away, letting it hang around his neck and leaving his face open to the mercy of the sun.

He was tall, even as he bent over to look down at you in the car. The light shone into his eyes, making their deep brown glimmer like the translucent gold of an amber stone. Yet his gaze seemed pointed as he narrowed it down at you before grabbing at the rope that was still tethered to your bound wrists and pulling you up.

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indigo-a-creeping · 3 months

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The Bright Highways

Thirty years ago a dust cloud blocked out the sun and the survivors went underground. As the sun begins to come out again, life is emerging.

The remains of the government tries desperately to maintain morale and prepare the citizens to reemerge.

An AI seeks connections to further their own agenda.

A child who has never been outside tries to cling to those around them while learning about the new world.

A young man searches for something to believe in, and his estranged aunt searches for a reason to keep going.

A crossroads demon calls out on the radio, hoping to lure in someone to free him.

An unbound demon roams the country, amassing power.

And a feral angel hardly understands the message it's been unable to deliver.

Facing the dangers of the new world, their paths cross, clash, and combine as the highways they travel grow brighter.

This is my Nanowrimo story for this past November. I just finished a full edit and I'm pretty pleased, though as I get more excited in the end I think it could still use some refining. Not including a public link because I might do something with this at some point, but if it sounds like something you'd be interested in let me know and I'll share with you! Be warned, it's a long one.

#nanowrimo #post apocalyptic fiction #found family #enemies to friends #no romance at all #other than one past relationship

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desdasiwrites · 4 months

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– Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go

#book quote of the day #patrick ness #the knife of never letting go #male protagonist #post apocalyptic fiction #ya #Todd Hewitt #award winning books #dystopia

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glitter-and-be-gay · 9 months

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I just started watching Finch (2021) and I must say "putting Tom Hanks in solitary survival situations to see what happens" has to be one of my favourite genres

#Tom Hanks #Finch (2021)#movie #survival movies #post apocalyptic #post apocalyptic fiction

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threeravenspublishing · 9 months

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What Big Projects Are You Working On This Summer?

For my family, it’s getting our house ready for sale so we can make a cross-country move that’s been a long-time coming. A lot’s been done, and a lot more still needs to be done. Chief among them packing and downsizing. We’ve already donated a lot and thrown out a lot more, but who knows what else we might uncover? What do you have going on? Is it something just as involved, or (hopefully)…

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cringeclown · 2 years

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Meet Annie, the main NPC of Fusiform!

A (literally) thick-skinned and no-nonsense boar woman, Annie is the head of a base camp in the post apocalypse. She's got a prickly attitude, but is fiercely protective of the ones she loves, and will defend them to her last breath.

[Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! ♡]

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gbhbl · 11 months

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Book Review: The Road by Cormac McCarthy

The Road, by American author Cormac McCarthy, is a post apocalyptic novel published in 2006 that follows the journey of a father and son as they struggle to survive a world destroyed. The Road is a very popular and successful book that went on to be awarded the James Tait Black Memorial Prize for Fiction in 2006 and the 2007 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. It was adapted into a film of the same name…

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#Cormac McCarthy #depressing books #Horror Novel #James Tait Black Memorial Prize for Fiction #John Hillcoat #Kodi Smit-McPhee #No Country for Old Men #Novel #post apocalyptic fiction #Pulitzer Prize for Fiction #sad stories #The Road #Viggo Mortensen

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91vaults · 1 year

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It feels like I'm locked out of enjoying anything these days

I'm inundated with post-apocalyptic fiction from every single direction. I hate the genre I hate that widespread horror and suffering of the highest magnitude is merely a backdrop. I don't care about the main characters I can't stop thinking of awful things like someone dying from appendicitis cause the hospital shut down or , people can't get medication or other horrible things. I went to read auto straddle and there's two reviews of YA post-apoc books and was literally left crying and distressed at the mild description of : "buildings burned to a crisp, people bloodied and bruised in the street, and cars looted and abandoned."

Like people can just gloss over that and care about the stupid lesbian love story? I feel like an idiot for wanting to be happy, enjoy life and write silly stories about fun shit. Anxiety is so hard to battle and now it's seeped into everything. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I'm made to feel like anything less than contemplating the horrors life or the potential horrors of the future is a moral failing. I can barely go on the internet anymore, I can't watch new shows. I try and enjoy the silly things I enjoy and my inner anxiety gremlin tells me I'm a big dumb baby for "escaping reality" via fiction and should be watching The Last of Us and crying at the human condition and contemplating big dark thoughts like an adult. And then just getting on with my life?? like people do??? Ironically this has gotten so much worse as I've gotten older. Me and the people I care about are not the main characters in the story, we're just the extras in the big disaster and that's terrifying. We are all the extras.

#rant #anxious #social anxiety #anxiety feeling #anxiety #post apocalypse #rant post #thoughts #feeling sad #sad #apocalyptic fiction #post apocalyptic fiction #dystopia

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breath-of-eternity · 11 months

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Introduction

Now with all the LAST chapters!

Awakening: Knights Of Eternity

Four immortal warriors, created to protect the world from dangers both magical and human, awaken in a world beyond anything they ever imagined.

Magic is dead, and technology has risen in its place, so was it random chance that roused them from their slumber, or is there a purpose for them in this strange world after all?

Part I now complete.

Last

My Tumblr-exclusive story about a young woman’s survival during the last days of humanity on Earth.

In the distant future, Amaia is the last of her people, desperately trying to live in a world ravaged by alien monsters when the planet has been stripped of technology (find links under the cut).

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

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lordofwought · 1 year

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“Post Apocalyptic Mutant Warlord”

Made by Midjourney

#ai assisted art #ai art #ai fanart #ai #ai image #ai art generator #ai artwork #ai generated #post apocalyptic #post apocalyptic warlord #post apocalyptic fiction

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dlsreviews · 4 months

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NEW REVIEW: David Moody - Autumn: The London Trilogy Omnibus (2023)

Next up on DLS Reviews we have a full in-depth dissection of the complete ‘Autumn: The London Trilogy Omnibus’ (2023) by David Moody. This is a 840 page tome which collects together all three books from the trilogy, as well as additional interlocking short stories. The trilogy as a whole was a truly tremendous achievement. However, this omnibus edition (with its additional short stories woven in), receives the perfect score of ten DLS skulls. Brought together like this, the whole is that much greater than the sum of its parts. An incredible story. A monumental journey to be taken along. Another example of how well Moody writes post-apocalyptic fiction…

#dls reviews #david moody #zombie apocalypse #post apocalyptic fiction

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travelingcryptologist · 7 months

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Dariusz Zawadzki - Tribute

#dariusz zawadzki #sci fi art #retro sci fi art #post apocalyptic #post apocalyptic sci fi art #post apocalyptic fiction

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wrongpublishing · 8 months

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BOOK REVIEW: A.V. Wilkes’s Jamie Hallow and the End of the World

by Elizabeth Broadbent, Staff Writer.

I was skeptical of this one from Cemetery Gates Media; after a steady diet of adult literary horror, did I really want to return? But the blurb pulled me in; Jamie Hallow owes more than a little bit to the Silo trilogy, one of my favorite dystopian futures (common sense: wait out the Four Horsemen in a missile silo). I couldn’t resist.

I’m glad I gave in to temptation. While Jamie Hallow’s comparison to Wool is inevitable—there’s a crumbling silo full of humanity’s last stand; they’ve lost touch with other silos; their group’s been wracked with civil wars—similarities end there. Rather than a hardboiled “We can’t go out and we’re miserable,” Jamie has other problems. His group, the “Legion,” are religious fanatics who worship the Old Gods with blood-sacrifice, and they’re counting on their magic to save them. While the Legion can go outside, the world’s wrapped in nuclear winter, and the only survivors are ragged, desperate people—except the Shoggoths, massive, uncaring monsters who destroy everything in their path. Raised in Legion orphanages, Jamie’s an unbeliever in the group’s mission, but he joins their adolescent task force after merciless bullying. During his first venture outside with them, he finds they’re raiding the dregs of society to steal a child. Worse, they won’t tell him why.

Wilkes knocks it out of the park with Jamie Hallow’s queer representation. As the mama to three boys, I’m always trying to find queer books that don’t center the character’s sexuality. I want my kids to see queerness as another part of life’s landscape, not a never-ending source of romance. While there’s some romance here, it’s not the book’s point—Jamie’s far more than a swooning ex-boyfriend. It’s important to have books that center queerness, but it’s just as vital to have books like Jamie Hallow, which may do more to normalize the spectrum of human sexuality than the romances. Jamie’s gay. Big deal. Next, please. I’d hand this book to my sons for the characterization alone.

Jamie also has a compelling, fast-paced plot that sinks its teeth in and won’t let go. With a backdrop of fantastic world-building that never goes explain-y, this horror/fantasy mashup will send YA lovers into a tizzy, and its throat-punch of an ending seals the deal. Sequel, please?

I’m in love with Cemetery Gates’s recent releases. Their scope alone is fantastic, and they seem to have a knack for finding stellar world-building. Here’s to hoping I get my hands on more.

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Instagram: @ av_wilkes / @ cemeterygatesm

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