Future Dystopia – New Writing

The skyscrapers, which normally are full of purpose, are now dull and lifeless. Above me, I can only see as far as the building tops, as the gloomy fog covers this city like a blanket. I feel nothing but loneliness as I stroll these abandoned streets. The empty roads and dark skies are the only things I can relate to at the moment. Surrounded by fog I can see some of it is coming from a burning building. Normally I would freak out over this, but over these past few days, this is the new normal. This strange noise keeps re-occurring and echoing through this lifeless city and in my mind, I know that whatever it is they were the ones who destroyed my home.

Finding my vision I see the thing I have been searching for this whole time, my apartment. I stumble into the familiar heavy doors although don’t smell the sweet vanilla smell that I remember. This new sense is harsh and reminds me of the bad rubbish smell, times ten. This smell is so strong something almost feels off or awfully close. My heart rate increases just thinking of what it could be. The floor is creaking as I make my way quietly to my room. Above me, a loud screech fills my ears. Loud thuds surround me causing goosebumps to cover me from head to toe. Above, behind, below, these ginormous footsteps feel like they are coming from every direction. Trying to pull myself together, I start thinking of possible plans. Even though I am still not certain how close this beast is, I definitely know it is way to close for my liking. My mind is stumbling for ideas, the pressure is getting to me as this is literally a life or death situation.

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