#104 in Science Fiction as of 5/8/17 It had taken a millennium to snuff the last flames of the Apocalypse out. It had been a thousand years since any human being had known peace. Only the lucky survived, mainly only researchers who worked at the North and South poles. They salvaged the embers of their civilization, and for a while, they had a sense of "peace". Somehow, this "peace" was even worse than the raging war they had before. This is a collab by me,( KunoKaede ),and Acquaintance1.

❝Hello, this is the Starb-❞ ❝HEEELP ME!! PLEASE! THERE'S A MURDERER IN MY HOUSE!❞ ❝OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! WHAT DO I DO?! THIS IS STARBUCKS, NOT FREAKING 911. WAIT, HOLD ON. TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE, I'LL CALL 911!! STAY CALM. IT'S GOING TO BE O- ❞ ❝Wait...did you just say Starbucks?❞ ❝Um...yeah?❞ ❝They have a hotline?❞ ---- fun conversations between two Potterheads over the Starbucks hotline. [highest rank: #6 in short story] [highest rank: #2 in short story 5/6/17]