Quote

"Like mosaic, 

beautiful 

but broken pieces 

fit together to create 

the wonder that is your 

soul." 

~ Beautiful Disaster

Foreword

Three years ago, the world ended. It happened too fast for anyone to do anything other than stare in horror as everything around them died. Every single thing anyone knew was suddenly gone.

Then the Square formed, a new society of people determined to begin to repair their lives and restore their world. We were picked up by the Square and, as per usual with them, incorporated right into their system.

I was fourteen when my world ended. I watched, painful, slowly, as it fragmented and shattered and the pieces left knifed at anything and everything it could. I was the only thing left.

I'm still all that's left of my world.

My broken, shattered world.

Note

I've never written an apocalyptic/disaster story. But this has been circling in my head and I just couldn't resist. 

But then again, I've never restrained myself from writing before,

so why would I start now?

Date

Started - January 24, 2017

Finished - 

Status

Ongoing