Dead Earth
The world didn't end with explosions. He ended in silence. First the trees stopped blooming. Then the leaves dried up. Then the green disappeared. The rivers diminished until they became threads of mud. The lakes evaporated under a merciless sun. The ground lost strength, turned to dust, cracked like bruised skin. The animals were next. Birds stopped singing. Insects are gone. Dogs disappeared from the streets. It's been years since anyone has seen any life form other than humans. There are no forests. There are no plantations. There are no herds. There is no sound of life. Just wind crossing empty cities. Humanity did not die. It slowly rotted. Gangs dominate ruins in search of canned food and hidden reserves. Small communities ration every gram, every drop. Most just prolong the inevitable. The air is still breathable. The sky is still blue. The sun still rises. But the planet is dead. And in this dry, colorless, natureless and hopeless world… Surviving is not living. It's resisting one more d
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The world didn't end with explosions. He ended in silence. First the trees stopped blooming. Then the leaves dried up. Then the green disappeared. The rivers diminished until they became threads of mud. The lakes evaporated under a merciless sun. The ground lost strength, turned to dust, cracked like bruised skin. The animals were next. Bird...Read more