Here are some anonymous extracts from the writing workshop.
I have been in my homeland for a long time and never expected to find deserted streets. But who are these so-called human beings? Where are they? What kind of habits do they have? I walk the streets, if we can call it that way, and the sound of my metallic footsteps echoes in my ears and I feel alone. Who lives here? I haven't seen anyone for days. It have to keep a diary (...)
Anonymous 1
The year 3979 of the ancient Christian calendar was a terribly hard year for mankind: centuries after the universal deluge of fire, the last fertile men were dying, giving way to the "abominations of the core", beings similar to kangaroos, born from a genetic disease. This is my story, of those days when the old man had his days numbered and I, a priest of the mechanical god, not human but not even mutant, saw the definitive end of mankind (...)
Anonymous 2
I live in a glass fortress. I'm safe, but chaos is rampant outside. The king says: All together we can make it. All together. But together with whom? I thought I could look out from the balcony but there isn't even a single person singing. No one. Such a shame. (...)
Anonymous 3