Flash Fiction|Post-Apocalypse|False Utopia
Lies of Eden
Here’s another short story I entered into a contest. This isn’t my best work but whatever I liked the premise so I’ll share it on here.
“If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you’ve created a world without conflict, in which everything is perfect. And if there’s no conflict, there are no stories worth telling — or reading!”
— Veronica Roth
Eden had been a word, abundantly thrown around, in the last few days of Jehovah’s deployment. Jehovah had been a soldier like many of the refugees escaping the endless slaughter of the frontlines. The caravan stretched a few miles and being so thin and the people so tired it was no easy task for Jehovah and his family to defend themselves from the many marauders that scoured the land. Though, they survived and now here they were at the Gates of Eden. On one side death. On the other a promised land of life, or at the very least food and water, which, was paradise from the world that had been ravaged by the heating climate and endless wars.
Jehovah had lost many things in the war, including his left arm. A piece of himself that had died alongside his friends in a war that had never harbored any interest in their wellbeing. He had seen the super soldiers. At least that’s what they called them. Really, they…
