#apocalyptic

One describes a tale best by telling the tale. You see? The way one describes a story, to oneself or to the world, is by telling the story. It is a balancing act and it is a dream. The more accurate the map, the more it resembles the territory. The most accurate map possible would be the territory, and thus would be perfectly accurate and perfectly useless. The tale is the map that is the territory. You must remember this. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#contemporary #fiction #mythology #dreams

Keisuke: "It's alright for you to kill someone?" Akira: "As long as they have tags. According to the rules, if there's three people present, it's an official battle. I'm not sure how you're supposed to start it, though." Keisuke: "So killing people is just a game, huh?" Akira: "It's the only way to survive. ↗

— Suguro Chayamachi

#death #keisuke #killing #manga #post-apocalyptic

How stark everything became, at the end, all the wishes for one's children distilled by the world's swift cruelty into the desperate hope that death would take them fast. ↗

— Justin Cronin

#literary #poetic #death

Most folks don't have but a few days to a week's worth of food in their houses at any given time. When they run out, they'll have to forage. Only the fools will forage in town. The smart ones will look on the outskirts. ↗

— Edward M. Wolfe

#food #food-storage #fool #fools #forage

How can we be alive and not wonder about the stories we knit together this place we call the world? Without stories our universe is merely rocks and clouds and lava and blackness. It's a village scraped raw by warm waters leaving not a trace of what existed before. ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#dry-humor #humor #humor

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you. ↗

— Rick Yancey

#apocalypse #cassie #choices #fiction #horror

Not all the magic of earth is benevolent. ↗

— Alden Bell

#hopeful #reality #science-fiction #zombies #science

I’m thinking ahead, imagining what our lives together would be like once we’re free from this hell and allowed to live and let go. You know? Really let go of our pain and finally enjoy each other … you and me. ↗

— Leslie Lee Sanders

#dystopian-fiction #erotic-romance #gay #gay-romance #glbt-romance

You’re going to castrate them if they give me a sideways glance?” He looked at the ground. “I’m not bringing you to the safest place and you’re beautiful, so I needed to warn them.” “I’m beautiful?” I repeated trying not to smile. “Don’t let it go to your head, darling.” He said holding his hand out for me. “You’re not too bad yourself.” “I know. I saw the way you stared at me when I took my shirt off.” Hunter said. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#in-between-seasons #post-apocalyptic #ya-dystopian #ya-romance #beauty

I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed. Said his prayer with him. “‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in there somewhere. ↗

— Rick Yancey

#apocalypse #cassie #fiction #god #horror