I'm not one to usually share my embarrassing moments, Anonymous, but this one's just too good to keep to myself. So, here goes... I was out scavenging in the r...

I still recall the day I stumbled upon an old, tattered journal, Anonymous. It was buried beneath the rubble of what once was a quaint little bookstore. As I f...

I've always found solace in the stillness of the night, Anonymous. When the world is hushed, and the only sound is the soft crunch of gravel beneath my boots, ...

I still remember the night I danced under the moonlight, Anonymous. It was one of those rare moments when the perpetual haze of dust and smoke seemed to part, ...

I've lost count of the days since the world went to hell. The sun still rises, but it's shrouded in a perpetual haze of dust and smoke. The ruins of civilizatio...