Radiation Children

Radiation Children

8.4K Reads 634 Votes 31 Part Story
Rachel, Alison, Clary, and Stephanie By PassengersOfWind Updated Nov 26

'Stay Low 
                                     Go Fast 
                                     Kill First
                                     Die Last  
                                    One Shot 
                                     One Kill
                                     No Luck
                                     All Skill.'
                                    
                                    T H E explosions are deadly. 
                                     That's what they're saying about the bombs that started exploding one February afternoon. Radiation cloaks the earth like a new empire.
                                    V E R Y  dangerous heists are at hand. 
                                     One serious betrayal to the country and the entire world blows up if one wrong move is made. 
                                    T H O U S A N D S are dying by the second. 
                                    Those are the records they tell us on the news. From bombs, radiation, or the war itself, places are being torn apart--the entire world is being ripped a single protest...at least, that's what they want us to think. Rebels spill into malls and invade homes.
                                      T H E R E 'S only one place to hide. 
                                    There's only one place that's safe; Washington D.C, where the tunnels and shelters are. People rush to the borders of their states, dashing to get to D.C before the end of the world collapses and we all die. My family got taken to D.C. My sister and I got left behind. 
                                   The Rebels call survivors of the bombs R A D I A T I O N  C H I L D R E N. I call us lucky as hell.

h_coyle h_coyle Apr 27
 #NBR A church with flashing Leds seems like an odd analogy here
lanaroj lanaroj Oct 30
Someone could've given birth in the time I spent reading this chap 😂
h_coyle h_coyle Apr 27
 #NBR I love me some detail however sometimes you can bog a reader down, I know we all do it. Clean it up just a tad with: The screen door hangs derelict on its hinges, the huge dent balancing out the frame in the middle.
h_coyle h_coyle Apr 27
I would also replace slashes with cut. You used slashed the paragraph above and it instantly made me stop and go back, it interrupted the flow a little #NBR. I like how you ended out with calling it made me think of children
h_coyle h_coyle Apr 27
 #NBR combine these two sentences. The guns in their hands were large, uninspiring. Their fingers curled around the trigger like snakes waiting to strike.
The potential in this novel is evident by the thoughts you girls put into this. I'm really excited to see how it all goes.