Sung Home: Chapter Thirty Two. {fiction}
People broke into other people’s homes, sometimes shooting, sometimes getting shot. Most of the unbalanced people with guns killed each other.
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Sung Home: Chapter Thirty One. {fiction}
No one said it out loud, but we were all scared they wouldn’t come home. Or that someone would follow them and tell others where we were.
Sung Home: Chapter Thirty. {fiction}
Everything was polluted, the animals were going extinct all over the world, there were too many people everywhere and more being born. We were causing the world to heat up with our cars and other machines.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Nine. {fiction}
When he realized that the virus was everywhere on Earth, he figured the chances of him making it home to Abuja were pretty slim.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Eight. {fiction}
Few had come across the community in the eight years since the virus. That’s how limited the population was in the general area, and how remote the caves.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Seven. {fiction}
I returned home to the library about once a week. As lonely as I had been before, I also enjoyed some quiet time alone with my books.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Six. {fiction}
The older children sat at the dinner table, working on the homework. Even they sensed the tension in the room, and avoided drawing the adults’ attention.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Five. {fiction}
We strode up the rise to the doorway that led into her cave home, Devon with a spring in her step, me dragging my feet as if they were made of oak boles.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Four. {fiction}
The sun was sliding behind the high western ridge when people began murmuring their goodbyes to one another before making their way back to their own homes.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Three. {fiction}
Beyond the entrance, Jeanne’s cave home was quite different from mine. The walls were smooth and gracefully curving the way that a river carves canyons.