Rise From The Rubble Novels & Stories

We then go over what we need to do next. After a week of cleaning and burning, we can finally see clearly what needs to be repaired. Hopefully, they can have the basics soon, such as running water, electricity, and an actual roof over their heads that isn’t on the verge of collapse. Just as I say my goodbyes for the evening, Angela stops me. “Wyatt, some of the women wanted to have a word with you, if you don’t mind?” She politely asks.

Anjelo fetched his phone. Tears stung my eyes again. I thanked them in a heavy voice but deep within I could already feel myself becoming strong. The time here at college may not be very peaceful for me. I may have to face a rough time but I have two friends. With their support and my own determination, I'll be through. I definitely will. Because this is my second life... And I won't let history repeat. I'll fight. Reborn Carolyn will fight and rise above all the rejection. Tbc...

I crawl back towards my mother, and pull her behind me to the door. By this point, the flames are so high and ferocious, that finding air seems to be a lost cause. The only chance I have, is making it to the bunker. Another crash, and the ceiling above begins to rain down on us. I cover my mom, shielding her from the debris, using my body. I can feel flames flicker over my back, and I scream out in pain. I don't move until I no longer hear debris falling. I reach for the handle, and drag my mother in the last few steps. Closing the door behind us. I lay on the ground, and roll as much as I can to smother the flames that have gathered on my back.

Chapter 14 *Get up, Ryan!” Lana’s voice rang out as she shook him. Ryan groaned in response, barely opening his eyes. His head pounded like a drum, a clear result of last night’s events. He had barely made it to bed before crashing, and now, waking up felt like torture. “Leave me alone,” he mumbled, pulling a pillow over his head. Lana rolled her eyes. “No way. You have to get up. Do you know what time it is?”

Gemini stood amidst the rubble, her heart heavy but hopeful at the same time as the sun rose higher in the sky. There was a strong smell of earth and ash in the air, yet underneath there was also the new taste of possibility. Driven by a common goal to rebuild their home, survivors were already congregating. They painstakingly cleared debris and salvaged all they could, despite the looming shadow of loss above them. Every crumbling block and broken window was a reminder of their hardship, but also of their tenacity.

Hammers are banged against steel pipes, and wolves howl joyously into the afternoon sky. I look at the solid, grey slab of concrete, and then back at the medical tent where twenty lives were just pulled from the brink of death. We aren't just clearing rubble anymore. Shadow Ridge is officially rising.

In the depths of despair, amidst the ruins of a once thriving civilization, a courageous voice emerged, resonating with unwavering determination. "We shall rise," it declared, piercing through the desolation that shrouded the hearts of the weary. With every word, hope ignited like a flickering flame, casting its warm glow upon the faces of those who dared to dream. In this bleak landscape, where chaos reigned supreme, a vision took shape, a vision of a society reborn. It was a society built not on the crumbling foundations of greed and power, but on the pillars of justice

“But a vow made in ruin? That endures.” Together they began the walk back through the sleeping city. The night smelled of stone dust and the faint sweetness of newly sprouting weeds, life daring to reclaim broken ground. Zara glanced back once at the moonlit dais. For the first time since the war, the ruins looked less like scars and more like a beginning. Maxim followed her gaze, his expression thoughtful. “This place will rise again,” he said. “It already has,” she replied. “In us.” They moved on, their joined shadows stretching long across the fractured street, two figures carrying the quiet power of a promise that no crown could grant and no beast could break.

“Tear me. Rewrite me. Let me ascend.” The sky rumbled. The earth groaned. And somewhere deep beneath the mountains, the Hollow opened one eye. Because Fiona wasn’t the only one reborn in grief. She had risen from sorrow but I would rise from ruin. And when I did? Not even gods would be safe.

"I'll do my best to free you from this." With cautious movements, I carefully began to lift and shift the rubble, mindful of not causing further harm. Sweat trickled down my brow as I exerted my strength, my focus unwavering. The old woman's cries turned into sobs of gratitude and hope, fueling my determination to succeed. I extended my hand, offering support and stability as she managed to free herself from the entrapment. "You're safe now," I said, my voice filled with both exhaustion and a glimmer of triumph. "Let's get you to a safer place."