Live for Today

I gave myself a writing challenge. I put out an open call on facebook for individuals willing to let me write their Dystopia Rising characters. I explained that I want to write more than just Jeanie, that I’d work with the individual who plays each character. But, it’s a chance for me to work on my writing skills by challenging me to branch out into other characters. So, here it is. The fourth of my Dystopia Rising Friend Fictions.


Ramsey shuddered as he walked back up to the Double Tap. A lot of people had fallen in the fight with the raiders. That part was normal. People often fell during raider fights. Patch them up. Use some brews. No big deal. The hard part was watching someone use a needle filled with a milky white brew. The Iron had watched the man’s eyes, saw the calm wash over him. The Iron felt his stomach wrench into a knot and his hand shook.

He wanted the drug.

Ramsey glanced through the crowd of smokers on the stairs before stepping through the haze and into the building. Turn left and around the corner to the small porch with the hookah.

“What’s up?” The bald Rover smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Care for some hot brown?”

Ramsey shook his head and sat down across the table.

Bloom shrugged and took a sip from the scrap mug in his hand. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

Ramsey nodded. He leaned back in the chair and swallowed, trying to regain control, trying not to disappoint his dad by hunting out a vial of what he craved. The Rover looked on, watching Ramsey for a few quiet moments and stroking his beard. Then he leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. “Alright, what’s bugging you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re sitting here, not partaking in this glorious shisha, just breathing. Something’s on your mind.”

Ramsey sighed and crossed his arms. He turned his face away from the Rover. He didn’t want to talk about it. Talking about it meant thinking about it. Thinking about it meant craving it. That’s something he didn’t need right now.

“Alright, don’t talk about it,” Bloom leaned back in his chair and took another sip from the mug. “But something has you thinking and you’re not enjoying it. It’s a beautiful day. We’ve got a nice break. Some delicious shisha, hot brown, and cheese. Did I offer you cheese yet?”

Ramsey shook his head.

“Well, you can have some if you like. Anyway, what I’m saying, is that it’s a beautiful day and it’s worth enjoying.”

Ramsey nodded and looked over toward the House. People were standing around laughing in the field. Feargus and Bastion were sparring. Bastion took a shot in the chest and glared at Feargus. “Dude, not in the tits!” Overall, people were enjoying themselves. It really was a good day.

Ramsey closed his eyes. He could still feel the craving for Mother’s Milk. He still wanted it. But he could also feel the heat of the sun and the joy of people living.

“Enjoy yourself while you can,” Ramsey muttered under his breath. “There is no vice anymore, the gods of temperence have left us.” He took another deep breath. Right now there was no Mother’s Milk, just cravings. Cravings are a vice that made him worry when instead, he could enjoy what Bloom had to offer. Enjoy now, that was the point of the seven. That was the point of Hedon.

Ramsey shifted in his seat and took the hookah hose into his left hand.

“So, how about that cheese?”


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