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
Wow, intense and beautiful.
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Thank you 🙂
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Great post!
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Thanks 😀
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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 🙂
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Thank you, that means so much 🙂
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Intensely thought provoking!
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Thanks Tanya 🙂
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It’s amazing how you used very little words and brought so much emotion and beauty!
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Thank you very much 😀
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Just incredible. You call these story seeds– do you continue them? I want more!
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Thanks, I try to but usually get side tracked with other pieces.
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You intrigue me to no end. Damn.
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Wow, that really drew me in!
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