Forget the suffering
You caused others.
Forget the suffering
Others caused you.
The waters run and run,
Springs sparkle and are done,
You walk the earth you are forgetting.
Sometimes you hear a distant refrain.
What does it mean, you ask, who is singing?
A childlike sun grows warm.
A grandson and a great-grandson are born.
You are led by the hand once again.
The names of the rivers remain with you.
How endless those rivers seem!
Your fields lie fallow,
The city towers are not as they were.
You stand at the threshold mute.
Tags: dhammapada post-apocalyptic
Keisuke: "It's alright for you to kill someone?"
Akira: "As long as they have tags. According to the rules, if there's three people present, it's an official battle. I'm not sure how you're supposed to start it, though."
Keisuke: "So killing people is just a game, huh?"
Akira: "It's the only way to survive.
Tags: death killing manga post-apocalyptic akira keisuke suguro-chayamachi togainu-no-chi
She sticks to the rules, because it's all she's got. It's like her feelings dried up and they were replaced with a pile of useless laws. Like my appendix. Don't know what I need it for, but it's still there.
Monica ValentinelliTags: zombies post-apocalyptic zombies-life
You bastard, he thought, almost affectionately, watching the minuscule protoplasm fluttering on the slide. You dirty little bastard.
Richard MathesonTags: post-apocalyptic i-am-legend richard-matheson
Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed. And, abruptly, the concept came, amusing to him even in his pain. ... Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.
Richard MathesonTags: sci-fi post-apocalyptic i-am-legend richard-matheson sf-masterworks
...because of the foulness of her mother's emotional river, a current which ran swift, changing its path without warning...
Tamara Rose BlodgettTags: paranormal-romance dystopia ya post-apocalyptic alpha-male steampunk-romance descriptive-prose from-review savage-series the-pearl-savage
In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.
Veronica RossiTags: adventure romance fantasy sci-fi post-apocalyptic dystopian
This is what we do. We make tea and read books and watch people die.
Megan CreweTags: ya post-apocalyptic
Machineries of reason, machineries of conduct, machineries of virtue. The machine that regulates instinct, keeps one’s hands free of another man’s throat, free of one’s own. These machines have all, as someone said, gone too long in the elements. Gummed now, rusted, bloodless.
I forget who said it and I no longer care.
Tags: morality solitude post-apocalyptic societal-breakdown
Your mother hollers that you’re going to miss the bus. She can see it coming down the street. You don’t stop and hug her and tell her you love her. You don’t thank her for being a good, kind, patient mother. Of course not -- you vault down down the stairs and make a run for the corner.
Only if it’s the last time you’ll ever see your mother, you sort of start to wish you’d stopped and did those things. Maybe even missed the bus.
But the bus was barreling down our street so I ran.
Tags: first-lines young-adult post-apocalyptic young-adult-fiction monument-14
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