Well, I've decided to write a long story. Not just another short story.
I figure this is a good idea, as I plan to become a writer. Anyways, I know that I'm complete shit at writing novels and the like. Which is why I stuck to short stories.
Anyhoo, I would like people to critique the first chapter of my book, which takes place in the post apocalyptic world and is written in the perspective of a man writing in a journal.
I figure this is a good idea, as I plan to become a writer. Anyways, I know that I'm complete shit at writing novels and the like. Which is why I stuck to short stories.
Anyhoo, I would like people to critique the first chapter of my book, which takes place in the post apocalyptic world and is written in the perspective of a man writing in a journal.
The following is from a Journal recovered from the Texas Crater. The Journal seems to give insight as to what caused the almost overnight change in the world population from 7 billion, to less than 1 billion in the year 2011:
It?s snowy. Then again, this is post apocalyptic New York, when is it not snowy? My name is Shawn Wilts. I?m a special agent in the New York sect of the world. If you?re reading this from the future, then I?ll fill you in on a few things.
First, the world as we knew it 300 years earlier is over. All we really know is that some country got a hold of some really powerful bombs, other countries threatened to launch their missiles if they tried to drop their bombs, things got out of hand and the world went boom. This was on December 27th, 2011. It?s December 27th, 2324 right now, exactly 313 years later and the remaining humans on Earth have tried to reestablish civilization in the still inhabitable areas of the planet. I?m currently in the New York sect, which resides in what used to be Canada. There is also a California sect, an Australian sect (which resides in post-apocalyptic South Africa), a Russian sect, An English sect and a Chinese sect. These are the last bastions of life. You?d think that would pull us together. Well, you?d be wrong to think that.
Yeah, even when there are less than a billion humans left on Earth, we still can?t peacefully coincide. It?s always something, resources, land, water. We can?t share, oh GOD no, that would be defeating of trying to set up civilization. Whatever, I?m not here for false nationalism, I?m here because I was born here and because I need to feed myself and my family.
I should get on with this now, this journal, the one that I?m writing in now, is one of the last records of human life, and I hope to God, if he?s out there, that it doesn?t stay that way.
It?s snowy. Then again, this is post apocalyptic New York, when is it not snowy? My name is Shawn Wilts. I?m a special agent in the New York sect of the world. If you?re reading this from the future, then I?ll fill you in on a few things.
First, the world as we knew it 300 years earlier is over. All we really know is that some country got a hold of some really powerful bombs, other countries threatened to launch their missiles if they tried to drop their bombs, things got out of hand and the world went boom. This was on December 27th, 2011. It?s December 27th, 2324 right now, exactly 313 years later and the remaining humans on Earth have tried to reestablish civilization in the still inhabitable areas of the planet. I?m currently in the New York sect, which resides in what used to be Canada. There is also a California sect, an Australian sect (which resides in post-apocalyptic South Africa), a Russian sect, An English sect and a Chinese sect. These are the last bastions of life. You?d think that would pull us together. Well, you?d be wrong to think that.
Yeah, even when there are less than a billion humans left on Earth, we still can?t peacefully coincide. It?s always something, resources, land, water. We can?t share, oh GOD no, that would be defeating of trying to set up civilization. Whatever, I?m not here for false nationalism, I?m here because I was born here and because I need to feed myself and my family.
I should get on with this now, this journal, the one that I?m writing in now, is one of the last records of human life, and I hope to God, if he?s out there, that it doesn?t stay that way.