Things Have Gotten Worse Novels & Stories

I brace myself for the worst. “So over the past couple of months people have been reporting issues of having their property stolen. I just thought hey I’ll look into but no real issues because the stuff that was being reported was just minor stuff at first. You know computers, phones, jewelry, maybe a couple hundred bucks stuff like that. I figured it was just some kids being rotten assholes. Well then things got a bit worse. Break ins, people being held at gun point to be robbed of what little they had, cars being stolen, women being mugged while walking home. One woman was nearly killed because she caught back.” He says and his face is getting redder by the minute. I’m sure this sucks for

Unknown POV The sounds. That’s something I will never get used to. The sounds of endless chaos and depravity going on around me. The sounds echo off the walls, amplified by our own fears. The sounds are what breaks you first. Everything has gotten worse over the past few days. The normal sounds, well, as normal as they can become when you are living in a literal hell, have been overrun with constant torturous cries and chants for destruction.

I can’t show any weakness they might use against me. I sighed and fell back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Where did everything start to go wrong? We were doing great once—laughing around a bonfire, living like we’d never lose each other. Then overnight, everything turned to shit. Now we’re here. Broken in different ways. Struggling, suffering, barely breathing. Why do we have to go through hell just to learn? Can’t we learn through beautiful things too? Wouldn’t it be better to grow without breaking?

“The world is too unstable to even state such an opinion as that these days. You’re bound to offend someone with it.” “I know. That’s awful, isn’t it?” she asked. I nodded. “Society’s gotten better in some ways and worse in other ways.” “Is it much different from back then?” she asked with genuine curiosity. I thought for a moment. “It is.” “Better or worse?” she asked.

I muttered rubbing my hands across my arms that had goose bumps from the mild draft in the kitchen. "Maybe I'm overthinking life in general but cases like hers have risen significantly and the very systems aiming to protect, create a perpetuating behaviour of only offending. Kind of makes you wonder," I tilted my head in thought, stumbling further into the core of where my anger and frustrations laid," how is it the world manages to advance in technology yet we fail to advance in how we view or treat people," I sighed feeling a bit light at having these thoughts removed off my chest. "A true tragedy isn't it," she sadly replied shaking her head in disapproval. Her lips were set in a firm lin

"Well, not more, just reflected." "Right." "More racism, though." "Yeah," he sighs. We've arrived in an ally. It's wet and swampy. Pollution's at an all time high because the sky is an opaque shade of gray. Ever since the Reverse, pollution has gone down exponentially. It's clear to see that with women in charge, well... things are just better... mostly. "A hell of a lot more pollution out here." "Yeah, this shit's horrible. I can feel my lungs struggling." He turns to me and rolls his eyes, "Do you think you could release your grip a little?"

Something to look forward to. Something that might actually help. I just didn't know that by this time tomorrow, everything would be worse.

worse yet was coming. ****