Friday Fictioneers: Doomed to the Max

Published on by Yinglan

It was June by the time I finally made it home to my parents or the home I once knew. People in the old days used to say things like “the future is bright,” but looking around my old stomping ground, I’d say, “the future’s doomed to the max.”

Graffities colored every solid surface, even the counter space outside of my parents’ restaurant is vandalized. I see the word “plunder” in the corner. Plunder for what? It’s 2039, the only thing to plunder around is s**t.

“Idiots,” I muttered, sighed, and yanked opened the rusted gate to my parents’ building.

(100 words)

For Friday Fictioneers

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15 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Doomed to the Max”

  3. I think you gave me the depth of disappointment in this story of how returning home after a long time away only to find things have gone down hill. some places thrive and change, others just disintegrate over time. I see it all around me. I feel as if I shifted in a time warp leaping into the year 2039. What have I missed.

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    1. Many think the future is very technological advanced but in this story, it’s the opposite. The narrator had to walk home because just about everything has become so unaffordable with sky-high inflation and the continuation of chip shortage.

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