| Bradbury Tales Storage of stories written for The Bradbury, 2025. |
| Greetings, Beholden. I'm here because Webbie sent us on a quest for stories and poems in the Horror/Scary genre, and I set my ratings to 13+ and found your whole book of Bradbury's includes the correct parameters. So, here I am Well, today seems a gloomy day... I sat up writing a dystopian ghost story for the 48 Hour Media Prompt, it's cold and raining, and now this. I can identify with poor Martin's longing for release from the dreary fate of being the last person left alive on Earth, although actually... I beg to inquire if every other living thing was also gone? Even the trees or a blade of grass? A sorry state indeed. If there were even other living creatures still residing on the planet, even a bird, a squirrel, a rat or a gnat, perhaps Martin wouldn't have felt such deadening isolation. Also, if the entire planet wasdead, his own life wouldn't have continued in a particularly healthy manner, as there would be a tremendous amount of gasses being let off from rotting material and other things of that sort - although perhaps if all bacteria and fungi were also dead, what then would become of the decomposition process? I'm sorry, now I'm thinking too much Strictly speaking, this is a well written philosophical study of what happens in total and complete isolation... Now I'm wondering why Martin didn't begin to suffer from hallucinations or other delusions of companionship or meaning! In fact, even modern technology such as AI would have helped stave off the finality of things by providing a sense of something else being cognizant of his existence. Though if I were in such a situation, I would likely end up the same way... Which is hardly a cheerful thought. Guess this wasn't of much help. Your formatting is appropriate, and I can't think of anything to suggest here. If you feel at all this way yourself, do understand we all appreciate and care about you Take care, thanks for sharing, and keep writing
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