You’re going to castrate them if they give me a sideways glance?”
He looked at the ground. “I’m not bringing you to the safest place and you’re beautiful, so I needed to warn them.”
“I’m beautiful?” I repeated trying not to smile.
“Don’t let it go to your head, darling.” He said holding his hand out for me.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
“I know. I saw the way you stared at me when I took my shirt off.” Hunter said.
Tag: post-apocalyptic dystopian ya-romance in-between-seasons ya-dystopian
Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?
~Disarming(Reign of Blood #2)
Tag: action dystopia suspense vampires thriller post-apocalyptic urban-fantasy mature-ya
She hugs me. It's tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer what's happening, I put my arm around her and just hold her.
I almost swear I can feel my heart thumping. But it must just be hers, pressed tightly against my chest.
Tag: zombies post-apocalyptic warm-bodies
They want to control humankind through what they call selective breeding. The Nazis started it, but now the nwo are continuing it. See, the only way to control population is to first get it back down to manageable size. They're culling the herd, same way the game commission does when deer population gets out of control. That's why we've got diseases like cancer and aids. You telling me that we can put a little goddamn skateboard-looking robot on Mars and have it send pictures back, but we can't find a cure for cancer? There's a cure. You can bet on that, boys. There's a goddamn cure. They just won't release it because cancer helps cut down the population.
Brian KeeneTag: horror quote post-apocalyptic end-of-world
If the world explore all my dark fantasy, will change for the better”.
Alexandar TomovTag: future fantasy fiction science-fiction short-stories apocalypse speculative-fiction new post-apocalyptic 2012 contemporary-fiction dystopian-fiction new-author
Night came and fell hard.
Not like God drawing a blanket over our land
But like someone snuffing a candle.
Sudden and total.
Out—just like that.
Now we are waiting.
Waiting in the dark
To see if someone
Will switch on the light.
We can cower,
We can fear,
We can get lost together or
Get lost alone.
But the truth is:
I am the light. You are the light.
We are lit up together.
We are silhouettes of sunlight
cast against the night.
Shining now, let us
Shining, hold the light,
Shining, so that our families
Can find us.
Shining.
Tag: post-apocalyptic
Time is truly apathetic to the many to whom a little empathy would mean so much.
~"Disarming (Reign of Blood #2)
Tag: fantasy paranormal-romance fighting vampire las-vegas post-apocalyptic action-adventure paranormal-ya hybrids ferals
Courage was no that hard to come by for children. No matter the hardships they faced, given a little love and encouragement, their spirits rebounded and thrived.
Adults were different. Their habits and experiences made them inflexible, welding their routines into place, cementing their joys and hurts to create expectations of life that were not in line with the new realities. All around her, Cass saw the dazed expressions and the blank weariness.
Tag: children courage adults post-apocalyptic adaptability
See? Nothing to it."
"I see all right," Carly said, her tone full of awe. She gaped at him.
"What?"
"Um..."
"Jesus, Carly, what is it?" He spun around to make sure there wasn't something behind him that would justify her reaction and the look of impressed astonishment on her face.
"You... Maybe the current was a little faster than you thought."
He followed the direction of her gaze and discovered he had lost his boxers. He snickered. She giggled. They both burst into laughter, and Justin flushed a little.
Tag: adventure romance post-apocalyptic
This is that old well known man, for who I understood that one morning he puts the pistol in his mouth and put the trigger. He is dead right here. But he would never die in that dream. And I will never stop ask myself why I woke up, and how exactly has finished “This is that old well known man, for who I understood that one morning he puts the pistol in his mouth and put the trigger. He is dead right here. But he would never die in that dream. And I will never stop ask myself why I woke up, and how exactly has finished the strange feast”.
Alexandar TomovTag: dream book short-stories end-of-the-world post-apocalyptic 2013
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