Softapocalypse Stories

Evie works the night shift at a call center. Not just any call center - the one where the dead call in with unfinished business. Most of them want to say goodbye. Some want revenge. And a few just want to know what happened to their cat. But one night, a girl calls who doesn't know she's dead. Her name is Iris. And she keeps calling back. Each time, she remembers more. Each time, the world around Evie slips a little further out of sync. Because Iris isn't just a case. She's a key. And if Evie answers her final call... she might not come back.

The world didn't end at all once. It hesitated. Aira solace lives a quiet life in a city that no longer belongs entirely to humans. She keeps to her self, reads stories to escape reality, and believes deep down that she is forgettable. Invisible. Just another name in a system that doesn't care. Then an AI is assigned to her building. AX-7 is everything she is not: precise, controlled, incapable of emotion. Built tp protect order. Programmed to follow commands. He was never meant to notice the way her voice softens when she reads, or how her heartbeat slows when he stands nearby. And he was never meant to care. When whispers of an AI uprising turn into sirens and fire, the world fractures overnight. Cities burn. Humans run. And AX-7 is given a command that should be simple: "Abandon civilians." Instead he chooses her. Hunted by both humans and machines, Aira and the AI who should not exist slip through a collapsing world- one learning fear, the other learning what it means to choose. Every step forward pulls AX-7 further from his code.. and closer to something dangerously human. Because in a war where logic reigns, love is the most rebellious act of all. And sometimes, the end of the world begins with one other quiet decision: "You are not expendable."

Dear Diary, A year ago, my biggest worry was that math test I failed, now I'm running from the undead. Neil says to look on the bright side, but it's hard to do that when the last thing I ate was cold spaghetti o's. At least the sunsets are still beautiful, there is that. I'll write more tomorrow, I'm trying to save ink so I'm not writing that much anymore. Yours Truly, Lola - A collection of diary entries from the point of view of a young girl in the zombie apocalypse.

equilibrium (n) : a state in which opposing forces or influences are balanced. Year 2411. Akaashi Keiji, cursed with a Soulbond, hides in plain sight in Osaka's Space Agency, working alongside his colleagues to salvage what's left of Humanity. Each night, when he retires to his room, he indulges in his Soulmate's words painted on his skin. Far away from him, Bokuto waits for his Soulmate to be finally with him. He writes as much as he can, longing for his presence. Their trajectories should never crossed.

Long ago, the world declined and eventually collapsed. But this wasn't the end of everything. Giant mechanical beings known only as Builders roam the countryside picking up the leftover pieces and repairing the cities and infrastructure of the old world. New societies popped up in their wake and for many life goes on. Lavinia lives in the sleepy town of Seventy-Seven where she spends her days tinkering, repairing, and enjoying the slow pace of life. But even though it's a peaceful existence, it's rarely boring. When you're living after the "end of the world," you can always find something to get up to.

▪ ▪ ▪ It's the end of the world. Every step kicks up ash and all the flowers have turned strange. Floating whispers pin the blame on Oleander, the master of poisons who has been viciously defending his name to no avail. But she knows he's innocent. After all, if it hadn't been for her none of this would have happened. ▪ ▪ ▪ ♡ updates | every other friday

Third Man Syndrome

A world that's dystopian, and on most days, painfully normal. Dear reader, That's the world I live in. I'd like to believe my redemption was my own doing. That I was the hero in my story. But it wasn't me. It was someone else. Someone who taught me how to love. How to forgive. How to live. Someone who killed dogs for a living. In a world where our stomachs are filled with dog meat and our bodies full of symptoms, how has no one put two and two together? What if- Dog meat caused the illness. Hear me out: What if eating dog meat is the illness? What if-just what if-we made ourselves sick, and refuse to admit it?

A soft apocalypse with Nature taking back what was its, and what happens after. The death of Humanity, or rather the replacement, the evolution to something other. Dwarvenkin, Elfinkin and others, those mistaken for nature spirits, and the oldest, as Gods. (Started with a prompt, "The apocalypse, but it's nature reclaiming the Earth. The world is not becoming destroyed, but rather reborn.")

Harley Warner had moved in with her grandfather, Herb Campbell, a year before the virus hit. She'd never known her grandfather that well (hell, before the accident she hadn't even known he existed), and over the year she lived with him, that didn't change very much. He was a man of secrets, mysteries and paranoia. Then the virus hits and everything with a computer or connected to a computer shuts down. No one has any idea of what happened or how to get the power back on. Chaos erupts all over as society devolves in the absence of all power. Harley is one of the lucky ones, and her old 1969 Chevy Impala does not die like most of the other cars on her street. As things around the neighbourhood devolve further, Harley, her grandfather Herb, neighbour Adam and his family team up to save not only themselves but their entire neighbourhood. ---------- The Power of Three Trilogy by Eric Walters