I love post-apocalyptic and dystopian fiction. They so often include survivors and rebels – two of my favorite character types – and all kinds of inherent conflict. The characters from these works are diverse, but they all have one thing in common. Hope. Think about it. If you’re struggling to survive, you’re still hoping you’ll be able to. If you’re fighting a repressive regime, you’re hoping you have a chance of winning. Giving up or giving in would be easier, but hope keeps them going.
I’m not a religious person. I don’t have faith. But I do have something I think is even more powerful: hope. My short story, In The Year Twenty Five, is up at Jessica Subject’s blog, and is my attempt at combining the hopefulness of the holiday season with a post-apocalyptic scenario. I’m not sure if I pulled it off. Why not take a read and let me know what you think.
The title, incidentally, is not referencing the 25th of December. Rather, it’s a reference to a song I listened to way too many times as a kid: In The Year 2525.