Mortimart

Often times while searching through the dark recesses of my mind I am faced with the ever so present and ever so confusing question: Why? Why do I do what I do? Why do I chase my futile dreams? Why do I look to the stars while I am so firmly chained to this planet that I have called home? Why do I dream? Why do I think? Why do I write? Ah, that last question really hits hard, yet Is the only one I have an answer for, and can perhaps answer the others. We as writers are often asked this by others and more so by ourselves, and so often we do wonder why we do write about people who don't exist, who live in places that don't exis

Everyone was ready for a fight, the lights were off, harsh winds blew dust through the many cracks in the shack. Joseph stood, cleaning the shotgun, just in front of the door, prepared to fire whenever he needed. Walter was crouched by the door, pistol raised high, poor fool seemed as though he was on a battlefield... but that’s really what the world became after the bombs fell, one big warzone. You couldn't walk two steps without seeing someone either trying to start a fight, or people who’ve just ended one. Brother kills brother, and every man for himself. “Barbarians,” Jim thought, “we’ve become

I was just sitting around, taking a rest from playing around all day, when suddenly some kinda news flash came on the T.V. about the resource struggle reaching a fever pitch. They went on about how we were getting threats from other nations, and how we still wouldnt give up Alaska and Canada... well, what was Canada before the invasion. I tried changing the channel because, as a kid, i wasn’t interested and, frankly, it bored me. Try as I might, however, every channel was the same, with flashing banners of “National Emergency” at the top. So, I gave up and listened, trying to understand it all, talk of staking claims

I remember when the sun still shone in the sky, giving heat, light, and a feeling of safety to all. It was years ago, back before the bombs fell and we all became engulfed in nuclear winter. I was only seven... that was twenty-two years ago now... and yet i remember it like it was yesterday, here’s how everything turned south. The date was July 9th 2035, another hot summer day in Colorado, I lived with my family in a small town nestled in the forest, while the rest of the world celebrated the amazing fruits of technological science, you would've thought that we were in the 1980’s. We barely had any internet, no video games

I remember warm, sunny days filled with feelings of joy and pride I remember not caring about what was to come I remember days where my mind would drift off endlessly, forgetting that reality even existed Those were the days with you by my side But then a dark cloud of sorrow drifted overhead I looked to my side, ready to cling to you and take comfort in your arms But you were not there And then that cloud grew ever darker, filled with lightning bolts of hate, and raindrops of despair On the outside, I looked fine, completely stable and relaxed But on the inside I was nothing more than an emotional time bomb that i was trying