Story Seeds


Written by Jacob Ibrag

Diving in and out of consciousness, he finally collapses

on the ocean of sand. Using the last bit of energy, he crawls

to the nearest bed of grass and pulls out his breathing tube.

Barely being able to see through his dry eyes, he struggles

to connect his used tube to the partially oxygenated patch of

green hidden beneath the earth’s surface. Hidden underneath

nearly fifty percent of all the grass in this particular part of the

desert contains self sustaining sources of oxygen generating

tanks. As he paced his breathing, he sat up to evaluate where

his legs have taken him. He thought about the events that led

up to this. He kept thinking about his family, not knowing

whether they were still alive or not. September thirteen, that’s

the day the world ended. Thinking about what used to be was

pointless so he tried to concentrate on the black sign beyond the

wasteland that encapsulated him, ”Welcome to New York,

the City that never sleeps.’ Population, me.’

Photography by Alex Stoddard

14 comments on “Thirteen

  1. Wow, intense and beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. queertasticblog

    Woah, that post totally blew me away, especially the last line. I hope you never ever stop writing, ’cause you’ve got a real flair for it 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Intensely thought provoking!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. It’s amazing how you used very little words and brought so much emotion and beauty!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Just incredible. You call these story seeds– do you continue them? I want more!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Wow, that really drew me in!

    Liked by 1 person

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