General strike in 1924 marks the beginning of the collapse of civilization. 150 years later England is reduced to neolithical barbarism. Published in 1920. Download in epub, mobi (Kindle) or PDF.

Suppose thateverything that greens and growsshould blacken in one moment, flower and branch.I think that I would find your blinded hand.Suppose that your cry and mine were lost among numberless criesin a city of fire when the earth is afire,I must still believe that somehow I would find your blinded hand.Through flames everywhereconsuming earth and […]

In a future where the Earth has moved away from the Sun and lost its atmosphere, a lone family of survivors struggle to survive in the ruins of a dead city. Story by Fritz Leiber. Part of the X Minus One anthology series. Listen below, or on A Pail of Air

Adapted for audio from the short story by Isaac Asimov about the coming of darkness to the people of a planet ordinarily illuminated at all times on all sides. Part of the Dimension X anthology series. Listen below, or on Nightfall

In this post-apocalyptic fable, Owen and Topsie cross the near-endless Desert of Glass, staying one step ahead of the radio-active glowwinds, in search of their origins, their childhood home–and a tape machine that will let them hear the one artifact their late father left behind, a voice recording of who they are and how they […]

The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe – 1842

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The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.

But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince’s own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress nor egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death”.

In 1995, director Terry Gilliam gave us the strange, riveting film 12 Monkeys, in which a prisoner (Bruce Willis) in a post-apocalyptic dystopian future is sent back in time to gather information on the man-made plague that wiped out most of humanity, aided by the lovely Madeline Stowe and the clearly insane Brad Pitt.  In […]

In a post-apocalyptic Texas, Jezebel St. Etienne faces a world filled with herds of bestial mutants, brutal bandits, violence and tragedy, yet still manages to take down the unrighteous.


I don’t expect you to be on my side from the get go. But, give it some time and you just may be. I’m round the back of the titty bar by Friendship Station buying a bunch of weeping kids from some traffickers. Ain’t on my side yet are you?‘You see they’re all in prime condition, ain’t been broken in yet,’ says Choctaw McGraw, my primary contact. A bearded bastard with a growing out Mohawk, who looks like the kind of fuck who wouldn’t think anything of stealing the pennies from a vagrants arse. He can’t take his eyes off me but that’s the point. His gaze never goes above my neck. I’m wearing my battered old trench coat open just enough to show of my nastily short min-skirt and a tank top that’s way too small and threatening to lose the fight for keeping my tits from busting free.‘Just pay us bitch so we can get out of here.’ This from Shady Jane, a skinny mare with a fat girl’s attitude. My outfit ain’t working on her. For some reason I didn’t figure on her being here. She only turns up at the really big deals.One of the kids, there are three in all, two boys and a girl, looks at me hopefully, her mouth contorts and she begs, ‘please miss’.Shady Jane smacks the kid hard around the back of the head and tells her to shut up.

I think about a deep blue ocean for a second and then say, ‘I ain’t taking no damaged merch.’

‘You can shut up, too. Ain’t you done this before? These shits are gonna need more than that if you want ’em to work for you,’ replies the delightful Jane.

There are two others with Choctaw and Jane but they don’t say nothing. They just stand there looking menacing. Who they are, I don’t know and I don’t give a fuck. I suppose they’re there to make sure I ain’t gonna pull a fast one. Yeah. They’re boys so they’re just gawping at me like Choctaw. I’m small but my chest didn’t seem to take any notice of that when it was growing.

These are books that (in my opinion alone) are the best examples of the genre. This list is meant to give suggestions for books to read or purchase. It’s not intended to be an exhaustive list.

A scientist invents a wondrous time machine made of ivory, crystal, brass – and a handheld computer — in our updated drama based on the H.G. Wells masterpiece. Our intrepid inventor uses the device to travel 90,000 years into the future, where he discovers the childlike Eloi, who live in ignorant bliss on the surface […]

Written in 1949, Earth Abides, is probably the earliest “modern” example of a pandemic post-apocalyptic novel. It follows Isherwood Williams, known as just Ish, for a period of about 50 or 60 years, starting after The Great Disaster, an unknown plague that wipes out all but just a few pockets of survivors.

An over caffinated Cop arrests a blood and gore covered High School Bus Driver weilding an ax… And parts of bodies line the rain soaked highways, cemetaries, and surrounding areas… He has all the evidence he needs… Open and Shut case- or so the cop thinks.. But he didn’t count on a military Semi Truck […]

Set in a future following the destruction of industrial civilization, the story is narrated by a young man who is the son of a priest. The priests of John’s people are inquisitive “scientists” associated with the divine. They are the only ones who can handle metal collected from the homes (called the “Dead Places”) of long-dead people whom they believe to be gods. The plot follows John’s self-assigned mission to get to the Place of the Gods. His father allows him to go on a spiritual journey, but does not know he is going to this forbidden place.  Published in 1937.

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The north and the west and the south are good hunting ground, but it is forbidden to go east. It is forbidden to go to any of the Dead Places except to search for metal and then he who touches the metal must be a priest or the son of a priest. Afterwards, both the man and the metal must be purified. These are the rules and the laws; they are well made. It is forbidden to cross the great river and look upon the place that was the Place of the Gods—this is most strictly forbidden. We do not even say its name though we know its name. It is there that spirits live, and demons—it is there that there are the ashes of the Great Burning. These things are forbidden—they have been forbidden since the beginning of time.

My father is a priest; I am the son of a priest. I have been in the Dead Places near us, with my father—at first, I was afraid. When my father went into the house to search for the metal, I stood by the door and my heart felt small and weak. It was a dead man’s house, a spirit house. It did not have the smell of man, though there were old bones in a corner. But it is not fitting that a priest’s son should show fear. I looked at the bones in the shadow and kept my voice still.

Then my father came out with the metal—good, strong piece. He looked at me with both eyes but I had not run away. He gave me the metal to hold—I took it and did not die. So he knew that I was truly his son and would be a priest in my time. That was when I was very young—nevertheless, my brothers would not have done it, though they are good hunters. After that, they gave me the good piece of meat and the warm corner of the fire. My father watched over me—he was glad that I should be a priest. But when I boasted or wept without a reason, he punished me more strictly than my brothers. That was right.

After a time, I myself was allowed to go into the dead houses and search for metal. So I learned the ways of those houses—and if I saw bones, I was no longer afraid. The bones are light and old—sometimes they will fall into dust if you touch them. But that is a great sin.

Dark Discussions is a website dedicated to horror and genre fans by horror fans.  Hosts Philip and Gordon discuss horror films, books, and various other subgenres of the pulp and grindhouse type. Their post-apocalyptic episodes so far include a three-part retrospective on the Planet of the Apes franchise. Listen below, or visit Dark Discussions. Episode […]

I will bring fire to thee.

EIROS. Why do you call me Eiros?

CHARMION. So henceforth will you always be called. You must forget, too, my earthly name, and speak to me as Charmion.

EIROS. This is indeed no dream!

CHARMION. Dreams are with us no more; but of these mysteries anon. I rejoice to see you looking like-life and rational. The film of the shadow has already passed from off your eyes. Be of heart and fear nothing. Your allotted days of stupor have expired; and, to-morrow, I will myself induct you into the full joys and wonders of your novel existence.

BrokenSea Audio presents a tribute to classic cinema with an audio dramatization of the 1968 film “Planet Of The Apes”. Based on the novel by Pierre Boulle and original screenplay by Michael Wilson and Rod Serling, this new audio series features additional scenes, original sound design and exceptional voice talent that bring the Planet Of […]

The World Set Free is a novel published in 1914 by H. G. Wells. The book is considered a prophetical novel foretelling the advent of nuclear weapons. A constant theme in Wells’s work, such as his 1901 nonfiction book Anticipations, was the role of energy and technological advance as a determinant of human progress. The […]

Dramatization of Aldous Huxley’s novel, adapted by William Froug and narrated by Huxley himself, broadcast in two parts 27 January and 3 February 1956 on the CBS Radio Workshop anthology series. Listen below, or on Brave New World Part 1 Brave New World Part 2   

Running for 20 episodes in 2007, Quiet Earth Radio paired PA expert Wilcoy and Quiet Earth, founder of the post-apocalyptic and genre film blog,, as they explored the post-apoclayptic genre from books, films, TV series, art, and video games.

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Quiet Earth Radio 2007-07-18 7.3 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-07-25 7.3 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-08-01 7.2 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-08-15 7.8 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-08-22 7.4 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-08-29 7.1 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-09-05 7.6 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-09-12 7.2 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-09-19 7.2 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-09-26 7.2 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-10-10 8.3 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-10-12 11.8 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-10-17 10.9 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-10-29 13.0 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-11-05 11.4 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-11-12 13.2 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-11-19 14.6 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-11-26 14.7 MB
Quiet Earth Radio 2007-12-03 12.0 MB

The state of civilization in 2015 New York will closely resemble that of England in the early days of Saxon settlement — primitive people will dwell sparsely in patriarchal stockades and will fight and hunt with bow and arrow. Published in 1906. Download in epub, mobi (Kindle) or PDF.

M A D   M A X   I I
(T H E   R O A D   W A R R I O R)
April 13, 1981
Flurries of dust and sand swirl around us as we move
through an eerie, barren land.  The only sound is the
howl of a rising wind.
Ahead something looms out of the storm.  As we approach
we see that it is the rusting remains of a massive oil
The wind drops to be replaced by the voice of a very old
man.  This Is the Narrator:
The vision dims and all that remains
are mememories.  They take me back -
back to the place where the black
pump sucked guzzolene from the
Out of the dust storm emerges the ancient wreck of a
prime mover and fuel tanker.  It is partly charred, its
wheels and sides studded with metal crossbow bolts.
And I remember the terrible battle
we fought - the day we left that
place forever...
A warrior, dressed in leather and steel, stands on a
hill crest.  This is MAX.  Behind him is a strange road
vehicle:  two engines and a seat mounted on a chassis.
But, most of all, I remember the
courage of a stranger, a road
warrior called Max.  To understand
who he was you must go back to the
last days of the old world ...

I’ve been a fan of for a long time, and have used it to make sure shows like Destructomundo and Through the Aftermath aren’t ever lost, and as a convenient place to collect media, like on the Post-Apocalytpic Audio Dramas page.

The astounding discoveries of Khan-li of Dimph-yoo-chur have thrown floods of light upon the domestic life of the Mehrikan people. He little realized when he landed upon that sleeping continent what a service he was about to render history, or what enthusiasm his discoveries would arouse among Persian archaeologists. Published in 1889. Download in epub, […]

Brian, the Denizen of Alternate Dimensions, presents a tale penned from the works of Jack London. We revisit the post apocalyptic future once again for an examination into the human condition. What happens when society collapses? Beware of “The Scarlet Plague”. Originally broadcast on April 8th, 1954, part of the Escape anthology series. Listen below, […]

Jefferies’ novel can be seen as an early example of “post-apocalyptic fiction.” After some sudden and unspecified catastrophe has depopulated England, the countryside reverts to nature, and the few survivors to a quasi-medieval way of life.

The first part of the book, “The Relapse into Barbarism”, is the account by some later historian of the fall of civilisation and its consequences, with a loving description of nature reclaiming England. The second part, “Wild England”, is an adventure set many years later in the wild landscape and society.

The book is not without its flaws (notably the abrupt and unsatisfying ending) but is redeemed by the quality of the writing, particularly the unnervingly prophetic descriptions of the post-apocalyptic city and countryside.

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01 – Part I, Chapter 1: The Great Forest 21.2 MB 13.7 MB 10.6 MB
02 – Part I, Chapter 2: Wild Animals 11.3 MB 7.3 MB 5.7 MB
03 – Part I, Chapter 3: Men of the Woods 24.8 MB 15.8 MB 12.4 MB
04 – Part I, Chapter 4: The Invaders 23.4 MB 14.9 MB 11.7 MB
05 – Part I, Chapter 5: The Lake 23.6 MB 15.0 MB 11.8 MB
06 – Part II, Chapter 1: Sir Felix 16.5 MB 10.7 MB 8.3 MB
07 – Part II, Chapter 2: The House of Aquila 18.4 MB 11.8 MB 9.2 MB
08 – Part II, Chapter 3: The Stockade 16.6 MB 10.7 MB 8.3 MB
09 – Part II, Chapter 4: The Canoe 16.5 MB 10.5 MB 8.3 MB
10 – Part II, Chapter 5: Baron Aquila 17.8 MB 11.4 MB 8.9 MB
11 – Part II, Chapter 6: The Forest Track 20.7 MB 13.0 MB 10.3 MB
12 – Part II, Chapter 7: The Forest Track continued 14.3 MB 9.1 MB 7.2 MB
13 – Part II, Chapter 8: Thyma Castle 20.9 MB 13.2 MB 10.5 MB
14 – Part II, Chapter 9: Superstitions 18.2 MB 11.5 MB 9.1 MB
15 – Part II, Chapter 10: The Feast 13.5 MB 8.6 MB 6.7 MB

They roamed the vanished world that yesterday was America. Published in 1939. Download in epub, mobi (Kindle) or PDF.

The Earth was green and quiet. Nature had survived Man, and Man had survived himself. Then, one day, the great silvery ships broke the tranquillity of the skies, bringing Man’s twenty-thousand-year-lost inheritance back to Earth….  Published in 1954. Download in epub, mobi (Kindle) or PDF.

“Nightfall” is a science fiction short story by Isaac Asimov, about the coming of darkness to the people of a planet ordinarily illuminated at all times on all sides. It was later adapted into a novel. “Nightfall” has been anthologized 48 times, and it has appeared in six collections of Asimov’s stories. In 1968, the Science Fiction Writers of America voted “Nightfall” the best science fiction short story written prior to the establishment of the Nebula Awards in 1965 and included it in The Science Fiction Hall of Fame Volume One, 1929-1964. 

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If the stars should appear one night in
a thousand years, how would men believe
and adore, and preserve for many generations
the remembrance of the city of God?’


Aton 77, director of Saro University, thrust out a belligerent lower lip and glared at the young newspaperman in a hot fury.

Theremon 762 took that fury in his stride. In his earlier days, when his now widely syndicated column was only a mad idea in a cub reporter’s mind, he had specialized in ‘impossible’ interviews. It had cost him bruises, black eyes, and broken bones; but it had given him an ample supply of coolness and self-confidence. So he lowered the outthrust hand that had been so pointedly ignored and calmly waited for the aged director to get over the worst. Astronomers were queer ducks, anyway, and if Aton’s actions of the last two months meant anything; this same Aton was the queer-duckiest of the lot.

Aton 77 found his voice, and though it trembled with restrained emotion, the careful, somewhat pedantic phraseology, for which the famous astronomer was noted, did not abandon him.

‘Sir,’ he said, ‘you display an infernal gall in coming to me with that impudent proposition of yours.’ The husky telephotographer of the Observatory, Beenay 25, thrust a tongue’s tip across dry lips and interposed nervously, ‘Now, sir, after all — ‘

The director turned to him and lifted a white eyebrow.

‘Do not interfere, Beenay. I will credit you with good intentions in bringing this man here; but I will tolerate no insubordination now.’

Theremon decided it was time to take a part. ‘Director Aton, if you’ll let me finish what I started saying, I think — ‘

‘I don’t believe, young man,’ retorted Aton, ‘that anything you could say now would count much as compared with your daily columns of these last two months. You have led a vast newspaper campaign against the efforts of myself and my colleagues to organize the world against the menace which it is now too late to avert. You have done your best with your highly personal attacks to make the staff of this Observatory objects of ridicule.’

The director lifted a copy of the Saro City Chronicle from the table and shook it at Theremon furiously. ‘Even a person of your well-known impudence should have hesitated before coming to me with a request that he be allowed to cover today’s events for his paper. Of all newsmen, you!’

Aton dashed the newspaper to the floor, strode to the window, and clasped his arms behind his back.

‘You may leave,’ he snapped over his shoulder. He stared moodily out at the skyline where Gamma, the brightest of the planet’s six suns, was setting. It had already faded and yellowed into the horizon mists, and Aton knew he would never see it again as a sane man. He whirled. ‘No, wait, come here!’ He gestured peremptorily. I’ll give you your story.’

In the post-apocalyptic world of the Skillet, fourteen-year-old Jake Stryker lives a miserable existence as an indentured slave to the Crayton clan. Then the Bad Hand Man blows into town and Jake’s life changes dramatically. But is it for the better?

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– Shuffle –

A murmur went up in the town of Gehenna the day the Bad Hand Man rode in. He came in out of the Skillet on a massive, barrel-chested Suffolk as black as a raven’s breast, its nostrils exhaling smoke and sand like a machine on full power. The horseshoe-like symbol of the Regency was imprinted upon its riveted breastplate and sat between the creature’s flat, triangular ears. The creature bared its teeth at passersby, and those who saw creature and rider at first glance swore one of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse had arrived.    

Then the blinding white sun was refracted by the animal’s joint rivets, and the scouring wind plucked at the edges of the rider’s duster to reveal a dusky purple silk lining. Women took their laundry in early that day, and the First Church of the Divine Restitution welcomed fifteen new Believers into its folds. The bingo parlor was closed for the first time in almost ten years.

What had been visited upon the town of Gehenna was no Horseman, yet its presence was no more reassuring.

Gehenna waited and watched.

Radio dramatization of the 1970 science fiction film of the same name produced by the CBC.  It is based upon the 1966 novel Colossus, by Dennis Feltham Jones, about a massive American defense computer, named Colossus, becoming sentient and deciding to assume control of the world. Listen below, or on (note, the audio quality […]

This is the best story and the worst story anybody ever wrote.

There’s lots of ways to judge the merit of a story, right? One of them is, are there a lot of people in it, and are they real. Well, this story has more people in it than any story in the history of the world. The Bible? Forget it. Ten thousand people, tops. (I didn’t count, but I suspect it’s less than that, even with all the begats.)

And real? Each and every character is a certified living human being. You can fault me on depth of characterization, no question about it. If I’d had the time and space, I could have told you a lot more about each of these people … but a writer has dramatic constraints to consider. If only I had more room. Wow! What stories you’d hear!

Admittedly, the plot is skimpy. You can’t have everything. The strength of this story is its people. I’m in it. So are you.

It goes like this:

Geek’s Guide to the Galaxy is an interview/talk show hosted by Lightspeed magazine editor John Joseph Adams, who has also edited numerous anthologies such as Wastelands and The Living Dead, along with author David Barr Kirtley, who has published short stories in many magazines as well as New Voices In Science Fiction and Fantasy: The […]

In Egypt’s sandy silence, all alone,Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throwsThe only shadow that the Desert knows:—“I am great OZYMANDIAS,” saith the stone,“The King of Kings; this mighty City shows“The wonders of my hand.”— The City’s gone,—Nought but the Leg remaining to discloseThe site of this forgotten Babylon. We wonder,—and some Hunter may […]

The trilogy, Darkness and Dawn (published in 1912, 13, 14 as “The Vacant World”, “Beyond the Great Oblivion” and “Afterglow”) tells the story of 2 modern people who awake a thousand years after the earth was devastated by a meteor. They work to rebuild civilization. Download in epub, mobi (Kindle) or plain text.

“I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream” is a postapocalyptic science fiction short story by Harlan Ellison. It was first published in the March 1967 issue of IF: Worlds of Science Fiction. It won a Hugo Award in 1968. It is one of the ten most reprinted stories in the English language.


Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported—hanging high above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung head down, attached to the underside of the palette by the sole of its right foot. It had been drained of blood through a precise incision made from ear to ear under the lantern jaw. There was no blood on the reflective surface of the metal floor.

When Gorrister joined our group and looked up at himself, it was already too late for us to realize that, once again, AM had duped us, had had its fun; it had been a diversion on the part of the machine. Three of us had vomited, turning away from one another in a reflex as ancient as the nausea that had produced it.

Gorrister went white. It was almost as though he had seen a voodoo icon, and was afraid of the future. “Oh, God,” he mumbled, and walked away. The three of us followed him after a time, and found him sitting with his back to one of the smaller chittering banks, his head in his hands. Ellen knelt down beside him and stroked his hair. He didn’t move, but his voice came out of his covered face quite clearly. “Why doesn’t it just do us in and get it over with? Christ, I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this.”

It was our one hundred and ninth year in the computer.

“In a world without hope, where gas is gold and you live or die on the redline. The man they called Mad Max has become the legend of The Road Warrior… …Pray he is still out there.” An original story featuring Max Rockatanski, set in the period between The Road Warrior and Beyond Thunderdome. Produced […]

Deconstructing 80’s & 90’s action movies. Relating them to comics, TV, and cartoons from then and now. Several of their episodes feature discussions of post-apocalyptic films including: Episode ? Mad Max 1 & 2 Episode 209 The RoadZack and Ian discuss how bleak is the new black in terms of cinematic post-ap fashion.  Episode […]

Title: Shards of Glass, Pt. 1
Author: Fred Koskin
PF Date: 523 Days
Location: Barcelona, Spain

This Work set in the World of Depleted –
Available under a Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike 3.0 United States License


Shards of Glass. Part 1.


Before the Fall, the name of the “GLasS SAmurai” had been one that commanded respect from hackers around the world, despite his personal career choices.

In hacker culture, there were Black Hat hackers (who caused mischief and mayhem with their skills), White Hat Hackers (who broke into places just to prove it could be done, but without causing harm), and then there were the samurai. The samurai (or “cowboys”, as they were sometimes known due to Gibson’s Neuromancer) actually used their skills to work for a living. They would hire themselves out to a corporation (or, occasionally, a government), and either help make their employers “bullet-proof” against Black hats or engage in corporate espionage against competitors. The former use was legal, while the latter was not. However, any corporation that could afford a samurai also kept enough lawyers on retainer that any espionage allegations were quashed or paid off before any government agencies ever caught wind. Of course, the fact that this samurai was largely considered a “ghost” because no one could ever catch him in a hack didn’t hurt. As such, he had had the respect of hacker society that saw most cowboys as corporate sell-outs.

Released in 1951, 5ive is the earliest example of a true post-nuclear war survival story that I know of. Other movies likeThings to Come from 1936 showed a future where civilization had crumbled due to extended war, but coming out just six years after Hiroshima and Nagasaki, 5ive is likely the first such story of the Atomic Era.

The 70s appetite for post-apocalyptic tales rolled on with the American release of The Ultimate Warrior (TUW) in late June of 1976. The story is not really “science” fiction, as much as it belongs in the post-apocalyptic genre. Yet, this genre often included sci-fi stories, so the two are popularly associated.

The Adventures of Herbert “Daring” Dashwood is a radio show broadcast on Galaxy News Radio in the universe of the game Fallout 3 starring Herbert Dashwood and and his stalwart ghoul manservant, Argyle. Part 1: Escape from Paradise FallsDaring and Argyle must defeat the slavers and escape Paradise Falls and rescue Penelope Chase. Part 2: […]

I’ve been waiting for the release of The Knowledge: How to Rebuild Our World from Scratch for a few months now, so I was excited to see that author Lewis Dartnell was interviewed on a recent episode of the Science Weekly podcast. I’ve edited the podcast file to get right to the good stuff.  Take […]

Post-apocalyptic movie tournament. The world is ending or over in these picture shows. From December of 2007, the MeanDawg crew picks the top movie from a field of worthy candidates. Warning: Planet of the Apes Spoilers. MeanDawg Top 5 –  Ep 72 About MeanDawg: The Meandawg Top 5 podcast is the best movie podcast because […]

Vincent Price stars as the only survivor of a worldwide plague, spending his days trying to protect himself against victims who have risen from the grave. 1964. “Described audio” from the Movies for the Blind podcast. Listen below, or on The Last Man On Earth pt 1 The Last Man On Earth pt 2

The War of the Worlds (1898), by H. G. Wells, is an early science fiction novel which describes an invasion of England by aliens from Mars. It is one of the earliest and best-known depictions of an alien invasion of Earth, and has influenced many others, as well as spawning several films, radio dramas, comic […]

A year in the life of a small town which finds itself struggling to survive when the rest of civilization mysteriously vanishes overnight. Based on Josephine Young Case’s blank verse novel. Broadcast, appropriately enough, 31 March 1943 on NBC’s Author’s Playhouse anthology series. Listen below, or on At Midnight on the 31st of March

A patrolman gets orders to put up a roadblock on a lonely highway, which detains various people in the middle of the night. Messages from the police radio soon make clear the catastrophic reason. “Described audio” from the Movies for the Blind podcast. Listen below, or on This is Not a Test pt 1 […]

Give me a B, give me an R, give me an A, I, N! What d’we want? BRAINS! When do we want ‘em? NOW! An over-caffeinated cop arrests a blood- and gore-covered high school bus driver wielding an ax… and parts of bodies line the rain-soaked highways, cemeteries, and surrounding areas. He has all the […]

The Last Man is an apocalyptic science fiction novel by Mary Shelley, which was first published in 1826. The book tells of a future world that has been ravaged by a plague. Public domain, available on Project Gutenberg, or download in epub, mobi (Kindle) or plain text.

Earth Abides, a 1949 science fiction novel by Berkeley English professor George R. Stewart, won the inaugural International Fantasy Award in 1951. Earth Abides was adapted for the CBS radio program Escape as a two-part drama starring John Dehner on November 5th and 12th, 1950. A disease of unparalleled destructive force has sprung up almost […]

“Second Variety” is an influential short story by Philip K. Dick first published in Space Science Fiction magazine, in May 1953. It is one of Dick’s many stories in which nuclear war has rendered the Earth’s surface an uninhabitable, gray ash pile, and the only things remaining are killer robots and a scattered humanity.

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The claws were bad enough in the first place—nasty, crawling little death-robots. But when they began to imitate their creators, it was time for the human race to make peace—if it could!

The Russian soldier made his way nervously up the ragged side of the hill, holding his gun ready. He glanced around him, licking his dry lips, his face set. From time to time he reached up a gloved hand and wiped perspiration from his neck, pushing down his coat collar.

Eric turned to Corporal Leone. “Want him? Or can I have him?” He adjusted the view sight so the Russian’s features squarely filled the glass, the lines cutting across his hard, somber features.

Leone considered. The Russian was close, moving rapidly, almost running. “Don’t fire. Wait.” Leone tensed. “I don’t think we’re needed.”

The Russian increased his pace, kicking ash and piles of debris out of his way. He reached the top of the hill and stopped, panting, staring around him. The sky was overcast, drifting clouds of gray particles. Bare trunks of trees jutted up occasionally; the ground was level and bare, rubble-strewn, with the ruins of buildings standing out here and there like yellowing skulls.

The year is 2137. Two hundred years ago — in our time, more or less — Eurasia fought a war to end all wars, a war that meant, for all intents and purposes, the end of the Old World. The Americans managed to retain their civilization — but only by engaging by the most extreme […]

If you need a little more analysis and commentary to go with your Revolution viewing, then you’re going to want to check out the Revolution Podcast over at Golden Spiral Media. They do a comprehensive commentary show for each episode of Revolution, and then they often also have a separate viewer/listener feedback show.

I started back in 2011 and quickly got up to around 150 members. The problem was that maintaining the site was a completely manual process and as real life ate into the time I could devote to the site, I let it languish a bit.

Now we’re back with a completely redesigned look, and some new features that should make it easier to just let the site keep going on its own.

The book’s protagonist is an amateur inventor or scientist living in London who is never named; he is identified simply as The Time Traveller. Having demonstrated to friends using a miniature model that time is a fourth dimension, and that a suitable apparatus can move back and forth in this fourth dimension, he builds a […]

They weren’t human–weren’t even related to humanity through ties of blood–but they were our heirs! Published in 1961. Download in epub, mobi (Kindle) or PDF.  

Tim Watts and Michael O’Connell are your hosts for the podcast about all things post-apocalyptic, from movies to TV to books to comics to games. Podcast Powered By Podbean

“A Pail of Air” is a science fiction short story by Fritz Leiber which appeared in the December 1951 issue of Galaxy Magazine and was dramatized on the radio show X Minus One in March 1956. The story is narrated by a ten-year-old boy living on Earth after it has been torn away from the Sun by a passing “dark star”. The loss of solar heating has caused the Earth’s atmosphere to freeze into thick layers of “snow”.


Pa had sent me out to get an extra pail of air. I’d just about scooped it full and most of the warmth had leaked from my fingers when I saw the thing.

You know, at first I thought it was a young lady. Yes, a beautiful young lady’s face all glowing in the dark and looking at me from the fifth floor of the opposite apartment, which hereabouts is the floor just above the white blanket of frozen air. I’d never seen a live young lady before, except in the old magazines—Sis is just a kid and Ma is pretty sick and miserable—and it gave me such a start that I dropped the pail. Who wouldn’t, knowing everyone on Earth was dead except Pa and Ma and Sis and you?

Even at that, I don’t suppose I should have been surprised. We all see things now and then. Ma has some pretty bad ones, to judge from the way she bugs her eyes at nothing and just screams and screams and huddles back against the blankets hanging around the Nest. Pa says it is natural we should react like that sometimes.

When I’d recovered the pail and could look again at the opposite apartment, I got an idea of what Ma might be feeling at those times, for I saw it wasn’t a young lady at all but simply a light—a tiny light that moved stealthily from window to window, just as if one of the cruel little stars had come down out of the airless sky to investigate why the Earth had gone away from the Sun, and maybe to hunt down something to torment or terrify, now that the Earth didn’t have the Sun’s protection.

“The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door…” The tale “Knock” opens with those two sentences, then spins a narrative that details a handful of surviving humans imprisoned in a zoo-like environment. They are under study by Zan, an alien race preparing to colonize the Earth. […]

”Jailbreak,” co-written by veteran writer Harry Shannon and newcomer Steven W. Booth, is actually the first chapter of a new briskly paced weird-western-zombie-apocalypse novel. This 5,000 word section has already appeared in “Best New Zombie Tales,” the charity anthology “Dead Set,” and is in also Harry Shannon’s Stoker-nominated collection “A Host of Shadows” from Dark Regions Press.

The new novel, also starring Sheriff Penny Miller, is tentatively entitled “The Hungry.” It will be released as an ebook and trade paperback late summer, 2011.

Read “Jailbreak” below, or visit the Amazon product page to add it to your Kindle.


“Say again?” Sheriff Miller slid worn boots from the edge of the desk, slammed them down on the messy floor. The antique office and jail were in the middle of yet another round of remodeling. Paint cloth whispered. Dust rose, spread and slowly settled. The old style radio crackled with static. Outside, night was spreading like a dark blanket over the little town that crouched further down the road.

“I said, he killed Miss Barbara by the library, Sheriff,” Deputy Bob Wells said. He spoke rapidly, baritone voice thick with panic. “He killed her with his bare hands, so I shot him.”

“Slow down. Shot who, damn it?”

A long pause. More static. “It was old man Grabowski, Sheriff. Sure as shit.”

“Lazlo Grabowski is dead, Bob.”

“I know.”

Sheriff Penny Miller blinked and straightened her long legs. She leaned forward over the desk, stomach tingling. “You okay, Bob? You been drinking?”

“I ain’t had a drop, Sheriff, I swear. It was the strangest damned thing I ever saw. Old Grabowski came out of the bushes while I was talking to Miss Barbara. Looked like shit, some sort of zombie. He tackled her and started…biting. I tried to pull him off her, but his arm came right out of his shoulder. Jesus, blood come out of her quick as a double-dicked bull pissing on a flat rock. Miss Barbara was screaming. He wouldn’t stop, so I shot him. He kept on biting anyway. I shot him again, in the head this time, and then he quit.”

Destructomundo is a post-apocalyptic podcast chronicling the ways the world might end, and what we can do to try and stop it, or just survive it. In each episode a panel of “experts” discusses a new world-ending topic that is sure to entertain and inform…

Hosted by James, Derek, Ted and later Adam, Destructomundo ran for 32 episodes between 2005 and 2008.  They discussed a variety of end of the world topics ranging from the traditional like nuclear war, the zombie apocalypse, and alien invasion to some more obcure ways civilization might end like supernatural evil, super villians, and the Antichrist.

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The Scarlet Plague is a post-apocalyptic fiction novel written by Jack London and originally published in London Magazine in 1912. The story takes place in 2073, sixty years after an uncontrollable epidemic, the Red Death, has depopulated the planet. James Howard Smith is one of the few survivors of the pre-plague era left alive in […]

Through the Aftermath is back with yet another episode. From the TTA site: Why hello there, TTA fans! Yes, we’re back again for our bi-weekly… er, bi-yearly edition of Through the Aftermath! This time around, we talk about some post-apocalyptic movies we’ve seen recently as we may convert this show to something of a movie […]

Recorded in the early 1970’s by WUHN radio in Peoria, Illinois, The Peoria Plague is an audio dramatization of a zombie outbreak presented through a series of fictional news casts. Very similar in style to War of the Worlds, The Peoria Plague is possibly the oldest surviving zombie audio-drama. Listen below or on The […]

Darkness is a poem written by Lord Byron in July 1816. That year was known as the Year Without a Summer – this is because Mount Tambora had erupted in the Dutch East Indies the previous year, casting enough ash in to the atmosphere to block out the sun and cause abnormal weather across much […]

In the heart of Boston, following the devastating events of an alien invasion, history professor Tom Mason and his sons meet up with the 2nd Mass, a militia group determined to wipe out the aliens. But with the militia’s supplies running low, Tom must locate an old friend to equip him and his team in […]

The Machine Stops is a short science fiction story. It describes a world in which almost all humans have lost the ability to live on the surface of the Earth. Each individual lives in isolation in a ‘cell’, with all bodily and spiritual needs met by the omnipotent, global Machine. Most humans welcome this development, […]

Ten thousand years after nuclear holocaust, Earth has reverted to the savage garden, and Man to his Neanderthal roots. Yet a man-child is born, fully human, and a young woman wakes to find the world she knew is gone. Published in 2000. Download in epub, mobi (Kindle) or PDF.

In Chicago, three survivors of a nuclear war cope with their new situation. An original play for radio by Wyllis Cooper, broadcast 7 November 1948 on the Quiet, Please anthology series. Listen below, or on Adam and the Darkest Day

An automated house faithfully continues its daily routines after its occupants – and the rest of humanity – have long gone. Story by Ray Bradbury. Part of the Dimension X anthology series. The BBC produced 4 versions of this story. Another version appeared on X Minus One. Listen below, or on There Will Come […]

The premise of the series is that in the far-flung year of 1994, a runaway planet passes between the Earth and the moon, destroying man’s civilization virtually overnight. The opening credits of the series are very picturesque, and reveal the moon shattered in two, and volcano lava encroaching on imperiled urban areas.

Last and First Men: A Story of the Near and Far Future is a science fiction novel written in 1930 by the British author Olaf Stapledon. A work of unprecedented scale in the genre, it describes the history of humanity from the present onwards across two billion years and eighteen distinct human species, of which […]

“Mr. Benson sees the world, four or five generations hence, free at last from all minor quarrels, and ranged against itself in two camps, Humanitarianism for those who believe in no divinity but that of man, Catholicism for those who believe in no divinity but that of God.”

This apocalyptic novel from the early 1900’s is sometimes deemed one of the first modern dystopias.

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02 – Book 1 – The Advent: Chapter 1, Part 2 11.6 MB 7.1 MB 5.8 MB
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  Escape Pod is a long running podcast featuring Creative Commons-licensed audio narrations of great science-fiction short stories.  Driving X by Gwendolyn Clare was featured in episode 319, and can be described as both dystopian and post-apocalyptic, and is definitely worth a listen. You can also read the full text of the story on the […]

The Sun has gone out: the Earth is lit only by the glow of residual vulcanism. The last few millions of the human race are gathered together in a gigantic metal pyramid, the Last Redoubt, under siege from unknown forces and Powers outside in the dark. These are held back by a Circle of energy, […]

From, Thundarr the Barbarian – Matical Mystery Treasure is the second of two fan fiction stories by Sheila Shillingburg.

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By: Sheila Shillingburg


In the near future, a comet broke loose from its predetermined orbit, and streaked through space. It passed too close between the earth and the moon, tearing away some of the Earth’s protective atmosphere. The moon shattered under the sudden burst of gravitational pull.

Down on the earth, things were no better. The earth quaked, volcanoes erupted, tsunamis washed away beaches, and whatever else happened to have been built there. Every sign of civilization was either destroyed or laid to ruin.

After a thousand years, people re-built their lives from the destruction. Like the mythical phoenix, a bird that rose from its own ashes, civilization began its slow return.

But, the new world that emerged was one rather primitive by our standards. A brutal, savage world of slaves, super-science, and sorcery. One man, a slave by the name of Thundarr, burst his bonds to fight for freedom and justice. Accompanied by the beast-like Ookla the Mok, and Princess Ariel, the sorceress who had helped Thundarr to free himself, he set about righting the wrongs of the future, and challenging the absolute rule of the tyrants. Armed with a powerful, magic sun sword, given to him by Ariel, and a hair-trigger temper, Thundarr was well equipped for battle.

Unfortunately, his knowledge of the past was limited to the few remnants he saw about him. A broken streetlight here, a priceless BMW–now smashed to bits and pieces–there. Although Thundarr and Ookla appreciated the learning of the past, and those who remembered it, they were ignorant of it. Only Princess Ariel knew anything at all about the vanished world. Her grandfather had taught her to read, and she had read almost every book in the library of her stepfather, the evil wizard Sabian. So, it was Ariel who knew the tales whispered by the ruins.

“The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door…” Broadcast May 6, 1950 on the Dimension X anthology series. Listen below, or on The Knock

Cathartes Aura and the Apocalypse Zoo is a one-thousand line post-apocalyptic novel-in-verse about a zoo on the day no one showed up, narrated by a captive turkey vulture. Written in 10 by 10 format. Episode 2: “Cathartes Aura on the Road from Nowhere” is due to be released in August, 2011.

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Cathartes Aura and the Apocalypse Zoo
Published by Eighty Six  
Copyright 2011 Eighty Six
Chapter One
Off day at the zoo.  No one came to work.
The gates were not unchained.  No tourists tapped
At the glass, grackled, squawked, mimicked the birds.
And we were never fed.  Three times a day
They liked to throw us parts: legs furred with hooves,
Hindquarters with the tail, heads with antlers
Or horns attached.  Every beak grab a gland
And tug, twist, flap with all your appetite.
Get your gutful before they pull the corpse.
End of show.  But the gawkers, they loved it.
Pressed their cheeks and faces into the glass.
Strobe shots from lenses and flashbulbs.  Big-eared
Buck-toothy profiles uglying my view,
Laughing in languages, throwing chocolates
At the children and monkeys running loose.
Sketch artists with pads on easels, scratching,
Brushing, crushing graphite into pulp.  Bent
Foreheads and frowns.  Crooked caps and wire-frames.
Grunting and waving off kids, they stop, stand
To smoke, to hiss and nod at their markings.
But no one today.  No chap-stick blowfish.
No high-pitched docents.  The straw-hat lady
Did not enter with rake and bag, cooing
Like a dove, whistling like a finch, to scrape
Feathers, dung, and coughed meat from our sawdust.
The two men with the cart did not roll up:
One strangled the garbage while the other
Snapped on fresh plastic.  The can overflows
With half-eaten dogs, unwanted lunches
And fly-buzzed cans stinking outside our cage.

This would be done in the memory of all musicians survived by their art…

The world has ended. Not entirely – it never really does that. Yet many things would never be the same again. As time goes on, people try to restore some semblance of the normality that used to be. Yet while everyone is busy trying to rebuild their own lives around them, some things lie forgotten, everyone’s and no one’s at the same time. Is it any surprise that the first person to remember about them is someone who has no life left to rebuild? Back in the old world, music had never failed to be of invaluable help to her. In the new one, she can repay the favor.

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Read A Plutonium Record below, or download in PDF here.


To John and Patrick
(probably the entirely wrong place for a dedication)

Some say we are the cursed generation. On some days, I am sorely tempted to agree. After all, we have faced global warming and ensuing climate chaos, the gradual destruction of the ozone layer and the melting of ice shelves. We have seen innocent numbers become symbols of the death of thousands, and female names growing to be associated with disasters. We have experienced trepidation as the end of the century and the millennium coincided, and some follow-up on that as different calendars forecasted their own versions of the apocalypse.

Did it make us less cursed, or even more so, that we tended to laugh in the face of all that? Too many fears, too many tragedies – could anyone blame us for becoming maybe a bit more callous than was appropriate? Callousness can be both a blessing and a curse, in my experience. We could make fun of things we were supposed to be afraid of, and it helped. To an extent, at least. Because all those scares, they were hardly sufficient to earn us the name we could have bragged about under different circumstances, as did some X-ers, and then Y-ers, and as would the Z-ers, if there were a generation Z. But the real reason we were dubbed cursed was the fact that among the things we had witnessed was the end of the world. Even for us, that was rather hard to laugh off.

I lay the pen down and stretch my fingers, clenching and unclenching the fist a few times. Three years, and I still have trouble writing with my left hand.

For years following a nuclear holocaust, a husband bullies his wife to never open the windows of their shelter, for fear of the terrible mutants who live outside. But the temptation proves a little too much for her. Story by Fritz Leiber. Part of the X Minus One anthology series. Listen below, or on […]

From 1951. The pleasant little American city of Middletown is the first target in an atomic war – but instead of blowing Middletown to smithereens, the super-hydrogen bomb blows it right off the map – to somewhere else! First there is the new thin coldness of the air, the blazing corona and dullness of the […]

The last man alive describes what’s left of his world — and how it got that way. An original play for radio (with the same title as the series) by Wyllis Cooper, broadcast 29 March 1948 and 25 June 1949 on the Quiet, Please anthology series. Listen below, or on Quiet, Please

This short story is part of Cory Doctorow’s 2007 short story collection “Overclocked: Stories of the Future Present.” It is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.5 license. An unknown group deploys a fast-acting biological weapon that affects most of the known world. Instantly countries are angry, economies are crashing, nukes are flying, chaos… and […]

A fantastic tale of the world’s beauty and unity after the Great Change occurs. Published in 1906. Download in epub, mobi (Kindle) or PDF.

The novel, set in the year 2137, was heavily influenced by the events of World War I. In the future world depicted in the novel, Europe has descended into barbarism while an isolationist Western Hemisphere remains sheltered from the destruction. The title Beyond Thirty refers to the degree of longitude that inhabitants of the Western […]

May the road gangs never meet you.May the wind be fallout-free.May the sun shine through the ashes, Hot rain not fall on thee.And until we meet again, May none hold your flesh in the palm of his hand.

Jefferies’ novel, After London (1885), can be seen as an early example of “post-apocalyptic fiction“: after some sudden and unspecified catastrophe has depopulated England, the countryside reverts to nature, and the few survivors to a quasi-medieval way of life. The book has two parts. The first, “The Relapse into Barbarism”, is the account by some […]

The worst part – well, one of the worst parts, disregarding the collapse of modern civilization – is that it was my own stupid choice to leave Florida in the first place, and here I am spending my last days trying to get back there. I don’t have the Creep yet but let’s not pretend I’m special or mysteriously immune. I’m not the plucky heroine of a summer blockbuster who will find true love (shaggy-haired Brendan Fraser would be nice, or Daniel Craig with his icy blue eyes) and then become matriarch of a community of ragtag survivors. I’m just me – Susan Donoghue, thirty-one, former textbook writer, currently hiking down I-95 in North Carolina armed with a .45 handgun, pepper spray, and a hunting knife. I won’t let anyone touch me.

Let’s not pretend, either, that I’m on anything but a fool’s errand. My sister Marie, her husband Mike, and my baby niece Monica are probably already dead. The best I’ll be able to do is bury them. Take their hardened, Creepified bodies and put them in the dirt, then drop down beside them.

With me on this southbound hike are Lazy Lamar, Crazy Chris, Tipsy Tina and Jumping Jack. The alliterative nicknames were Tina’s idea – some trick she used to do as an icebreaker when she used to teach equal opportunity seminars in Baltimore.  The only one I really trust is Jumping Jack. He and I left Brooklyn eighteen days ago. He’s a lot like Brendan Fraser, except gay. He wants to die in Miami.

“Only eight hundred and thirty miles to South Beach,” he says as we pass signs for Rocky Mount. He’s got a map and a handheld GPS that only works sporadically.  The weather is overcast and cold this October day, maybe fifty degrees. I really hope it doesn’t snow.

Finis is the story of a new star that is discovered which turns out to be a new, hotter sun. It is a short, but hard hitting story which shows a man and woman, who stay up the night to watch the expected new star arise. Though published in 1906, it is set in the future of the mid 20th century.


“I’m getting tired,” complained Davis, lounging in the window of the Physics Building, “and sleepy. It’s after eleven o’clock. This makes the fourth night I’ve sat up to see your new star, and it’ll be the last. Why, the thing was billed to appear three weeks ago.”

“Are _you_ tired, Miss Wardour?” asked Eastwood, and the girl glanced up with a quick flush and a negative murmur.

Eastwood made the reflection anew that she certainly was painfully shy. She was almost as plain as she was shy, though her hair had an unusual beauty of its own, fine as silk and coloured like palest flame.

Probably she had brains; Eastwood had seen her reading some extremely “deep” books, but she seemed to have no amusements, few interests. She worked daily at the Art Students’ League, and boarded where he did, and he had thus come to ask her with the Davis’s to watch for the new star from the laboratory windows on the Heights.

“Do you really think that it’s worth while to wait any longer, professor?” enquired Mrs Davis, concealing a yawn.

Eastwood was somewhat annoyed by the continued failure of the star to show itself and he hated to be called “professor”, being only an assistant professor of physics.

“I don’t know,” he answered somewhat curtly. “This is the twelfth night that I have waited for it. Of course, it would have been a mathematical miracle if astronomers should have solved such a problem exactly, though they’ve been figuring on it for a quarter of a century.”

The Archeress by Bella Novela The Archeress, by Long Beach trio Bella Novela, is a concept record about the last woman on earth and her battle for survival in a vampire and zombie-swarmed apocalypse. “In the not too distant future, a zombie infection has spread into a worldwide epidemic. Civilization has collapsed, and communication has […]

The first explorers from a colonized Mars to return to Earth generations after the Atomic War discover the last survivors, a family with some very odd peculiarities about them. Story by Ray Bradbury; part of the Martian Chronicles series. Part of the X Minus One anthology series. Listen below, or on Dwellers in Silence

This is a story about the early years of the post apocalyptic hero Wanderer and tells of his search for his missing wife. He has not yet found his battlesuit and his foes in this tale are his fellow humans, the ones, like him, who have survived the end of days.

This story was originally published in END OF DAYS: AN APOCALYPTIC ANTHOLOGY VOLUME 2 published by Living Dead Press.  You can see more of Mr Knowles work on Amazon.

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by Brent Knowles

The helicopter disappears beyond the horizon and Wanderer returns his attention to the laptop sitting awkwardly on his knees, sharing space with a can of cold beans. He digs into the beans with a plastic spork as he views the web site behind his dust-covered screen. A photo of a large man with wide, powerful eyes, stares back at him.

It surprises him that these remnants of the old order linger still. Web sites: illusory constructs, full of ideas and utterly lacking in physical substance — devoid even of the paper reality of a book. Of course, they too will fade eventually as power grids collapse and the servers of the world die. Well enough. As long as this one site remains, even if only to goad him.

He snaps the laptop shut, drops it into the bag where he carries his dwindling supply of batteries, and stands up, stretching, bones popping back into place. He takes a moment to stare across the badlands surrounding him and with a heavy sigh he picks up his equipment. There’s less than when he started out. He walks. Dust rolls across his boots.

Figures approach Wanderer. He watches them out of his sun-squinting eyes as his hand drops to his gun but he does not worry. They are Scavengers and he is not a corpse. He watches them disappear into the sand dunes and wonders where they came from. Would they trek from Calgary all the way out here? Unless-

Adrenaline raises his pulse. Taking a swig of dry water from his canteen he carries on, wiping a callused hand over his bearded face and catching the pearls of water that cling to it. Ducking his head, he plows through the field of wind towards his destination. He walks for the day. Dusk comes before Salvation. But he knows it is near. He can smell the metal in the air, can almost taste it. That night he sleeps restlessly on sharp earth.

Known mainly for his tales of adventure, this work of science fiction by Jack London is set in a post-apocalyptic future. It’s 2072, sixty years after the scarlet plague has depopulated the planet. James Howard Smith is one of the few survivors of the pre-plague era left alive in the San Francisco area, and as […]

Witness a first-person view of a world long-changed by virulent disease.  A solitary survivor hides in a trailer up in the mountain. Duct tape is life. Double-checking is life. Supplies are life. Things roam the forest that want to eat; animals, too. Here survival can come down to two, simple rules: stay quiet, and protect the air.



I can’t imagine living in a house, one of those real houses with Shingles and a Garage. Too many Windows and Doors, too much to go wrong. Edges and corners put weakness in the creases, make the Silvery Tape fail. That means constant work and upkeep. I wouldn’t have any minutes to myself to listen to my Records. I bet I wouldn’t last a month like that, all that Silvery Tape and no Records to keep me right.


Time to check it again.


The Silvery Tape, I love how it catches the candlelight around the windows and over the Kitchen Vent, the soft-glowing veins, it helps me to remember, when I see it, what Christmas Lights looked like. Nothing’s worth more than Silvery Tape, at least that I’ve found. Nothing’s more valuable than staying alive and nothing keeps me alive better than Silvery Tape. Without Silvery Tape, how would I keep the Outside outside? How would I keep the Watch on the Watch Arm or the Axe on the Axe Leg?


Smooth the Tape with your Gloves. Stand on the Bunk-bed and feel the seal where the Wall and the Ceiling collide. Double-check. All around the Front Door, all around the Small Window, all around the Shower Door glass, from the top of the strip to the bottom. Have a system and stick to it. That’s what life is.

There once the wallsOf the ruined cottage stood.The periwinkle crawlsWith flowers in its hair into the wood. In flowerless hoursNever will the bank fail,With everlasting flowersOn fragments of blue plates, to tell the tale.

The original Buck Rogers novel. In Armageddon – 2419 A.D., Buck, a victim of accidental suspended animation, awakens five hundred years later to discover America groaning under the tyranny of the villainous Han, ruling from the safety of their armored machine-cities. Falling in love with one of America’s new warrior-women, Wilma Deering, Rogers soon become […]

Hosted by James, Derek, Ted and later Adam, Destructomundo ran for 32 episodes over the next two and a half years.  They discussed a variety of end of the world topics ranging from the traditional like nuclear war, the zombie apocalypse, and alien invasion to some more obcure ways civilization might end like supernatural evil, super villians, and the Antichrist.

Another early poem with a “modern” post-apocalyptic feel to it, The Last Man by Thomas Hood from 1824.

Mary Shelley’s novel of the same name was published two years later, and was apparently influenced by Wood’s poem, which also told of a lone survivor after a plague had ravaged the population.

The first stanza is below, with the rest after the break.


‘TWAS in the year two thousand and one,

A pleasant morning of May,

I sat on the gallows-tree all alone,

A chaunting a merry lay, —

To think how the pest had spared my life,

To sing with the larks that day!

THE END OF THE WORLD, IS JUST THE BEGINNING… Welcome to The Aftermath. This show is dedicated to the post-apocalyptic genre including movies, TV programs, books, animations, comics, and video games. So, if you are fascinated with shows such as Jericho and films like The Road, books such as The Stand or Alas Babylon, then you have come to the right place. So, get to your fallout shelter and tune in to these important messages.

The Aftermath Show was Wilcoy’s solo effort after Quiet Earth ended, and covered similar topics.

Listen below, on, or on The Aftermath Show page on BlogTalk Radio. A brief description of the topics covered in each episode is after the break.

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“If I Forget Thee, O Earth” is a short story written by Arthur C. Clarke and first published in 1951 in the magazine Future. It was subsequently published as part of a short story collection in Expedition to Earth in 1953. The title is taken from Psalm 137:5 — “If I forget thee, O Jerusalem” — which consists of the writer lamenting over his exile from Israel by God. The themes in the story exploit the anxieties prevalent at the time regarding nuclear warfare.

When Marvin was ten years old, his father took him through the long, echoing corridors that led up through Administration and Power, until at last they came to the uppermost levels of all and were among the swiftly growing vegetation of the Farmlands. Marvin liked it here: it was fun watching the great, slender plants creeping with almost visible eagerness toward the sunlight as it filtered down through the plastic domes to meet them. The smell of life was everywhere, awakening inexpressible longings in his heart: no longer was he breathing the dry, cool air of the residential levels, purged of all smells but the faint tang of ozone. He wished he could stay here for a little while, but Father would not let him. They went onward until they had reached the entrance to the Observatory, which he had never visited: but they did not stop, and Marvin knew with a sense of rising excitement that there could be only one goal left. For the first time in his life, he was going Outside.

From, Thundarr the Barbarian – How to Catch a Vampire is the first of two fan-fiction stories by Sheila Shillingburg.

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By: Sheila Shillingburg


Horse’s hooves pounded the ground, and a trio of riders crested the hill. The lights of the desert oasis were beginning to come on, creating a twinkling labyrinth. The blond leader of the trio looked over it all. The beast-like creature woth him growled a question.
“People of the past enjoyed a sport called gambling,” the raven haired woman with them began in explanation. “They created this town for their habits, and called it Las Vegas.”

Their leader, Thundarr, made a move as if to turn away from the twinkling valley. “Maybe we should find a calnmer oasis,” he suggested. But, his horse whinnied in protest.

“It’s getting late, Thundarr,” Princess Ariel said. “And, we’re going to need a place to camp for the night.”

In the animalistic tongue of his people, Ookla pointed out that this was the first oasis they had come to after days of riding. Their stores of food and water needed replenishing. Thundarr agreed that his freinds were right, and turned back to the futuristic Las Vegas.

The future had not been kind to Las Vegas, as it had not been kind to the rest of the earth. A comet had passed too close to the earth, shattering the moon; and tearing away some of the earth’s protective atmosphere. The comet had lkong gone off into space, but left Earth in ruins.

After a thousand years, people rebuilt their lives from the ruins. But, the new world that emerged was one rather primitive, by our standards. A brutal world of slaves, super-science, and sorcery.

In the time after The Black, humans battle against the onslaught of the vampire armies of the Ebon Cities.

In a desolate patch of remote wasteland, a young woman named Rooke, part of a group of prisoners held by the corrupt prison wardens called The Revengers, struggles to stay alive. Ordered to unearth a terrible chamber of ancient power and hounded by once-frozen vampire savages, Rooke’s journey into darkness will reveal forgotten secrets of the conflict that has brought The Black to our world.

But will Rooke survive long enough to tell anyone?

This 9,300 word short story originally appeared as a web-fiction series at This newly compiled edition also features new cover art and a sneak preview of Book 3 in the BLOOD SKIES series, “SOULRAZOR”, coming March of 2012!

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Rooke saw red water and black skies.

She was dizzy. Her lips were dry and cracked.

The trees behind her formed a dark wall. Dirty golden light tried to break through the charcoal clouds, but couldn’t. Bodies crawled and toiled in the shadows on the bleak plains.


The mud was as black as coal. Shards of shattered rock and blanched bones shifted in the crumbling morass. Her hands bled. Blisters and cuts riddled her pale skin beneath the ebon muck.

The air smelled of sulfur. To the west, the dark land went on forever. They dug holes at the edge of nowhere.

Rooke closed her eyes, just for a moment. In her mind, she escaped back to the swamp, where she used to hide on hot summer days and wait for miniature crocodiles to float by in the water so that she and her brother could catch them. They were quite good at it, really.

That was before she’d become a prisoner. Chattel of Black Scar.

A rod struck her from behind. Pain flared down her back. Rooke cried out.

“I said dig!”

There were twelve prisoners in all. Rooke was one of the only humans; most of the rest were Lith, Doj, or Gol. They weren’t allowed to speak, and as far as she had guessed they came from different cell blocks of Black Scar. She’d never seen any of her fellow diggers before they’d been put on the ship that morning, and when the day was done she doubted she’d ever see any of them again.

Revengers were close by. There were two men and a woman. Rooke didn’t know their names. The Revengers never told the inmates their names. They wore tight-fitting leather armor with enameled black shoulder plates, tall boots, and leather gauntlets. One of the men paced the ground in front of the diggers, his boots slurping in the cold mud. The other two stood on the ridge just in front of the line of trees, watching, joking about which prisoner would be the first to fall down from exhaustion and drown in the mud.

Rooke was sixteen. She’d been a prisoner in Black Scar for only a few weeks, but it felt like a lifetime. It was a dank and bottomless place, a dark and subterranean hell filled with violence and fear.

It was just as bad there, on the fields of dark mud. They might have been near Blackmarsh. There was no sign of civilization anywhere. The airship had brought them there, and those that survived the day-long dig would be flown back and dumped into their cells with a few scraps of whatever hadn’t been eaten by the other prisoners.

She dug, her hands numb. She tried to think again of the swamp, and of her brother, but she was afraid if she did that the Revengers would somehow know, and she would be struck again. So she dug, and tears made black from the mud ran down her face.

The Purple Cloud is a “last man” novel by the British writer M. P. Shiel. It was published in 1901. H. P. Lovecraft later praised the novel as exemplary weird fiction, “delivered with a skill and artistry falling little short of actual majesty.” Public domain, available on Project Gutenberg, or downoad in epub, mobi (Kindle) […]

The Big One–an 8.1 Richter scale earthquake–has struck Southern California. The Pacific Ocean has broken through new openings in the San Andreas Fault. A tidal wave has buried low-lying Mexicali and is continuing to rush inland… as Pamela Merkle, a news reporter, and Doug Aron, her driver, push 100MPH, dodging traffic in an attempt to […]

2600 AD – Scattered remnants of civilization smolder in the atomic ashes of an earlier century. In the wasteland of old America’s desert southwest, the monks of the Order of St. Leibowitz struggle over the next twelve centuries to keep history and knowledge alive. Preserving the precious relics of their founder – the blessed blueprint, […]

“There Will Come Soft Rains” is a short story by science fiction author Ray Bradbury which was included in the collection The Martian Chronicles. The story takes place in the city of Allendale, California, which is uninhabited during the course of the story as well as the house in the story, which is the only one left standing. The story details the daily tasks of a robotic house after its inhabitants have died in a nuclear war. The title comes from Sara Teasdale’s poem, “There Will Come Soft Rains”, which also treats a post-apocalyptic setting.


In the living room the voice-clock sang, Tick-tock, seven o’clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o’clock! as if it were afraid that nobody would. The morning house lay empty. The clock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness. Seven-nine, breakfast time, seven-nine!

In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior eight pieces of perfectly browned toast, eight eggs sunnyside up, sixteen slices of bacon, two coffees, and two cool glasses of milk.

“Today is August 4, 2026,” said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, “in the city of Allendale, California.” It repeated the date three times for memory’s sake. “Today is Mr. Featherstone’s birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita’s marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills.”

Somewhere in the walls, relays clicked, memory tapes glided under electric eyes. Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o’clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one! But no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft tread of rubber heels. It was raining outside. The weather box on the front door sang quietly: “Rain, rain, go away; rubbers, raincoats for today…” And the rain tapped on the empty house, echoing.

You’re all alone in a deserted city. You walk down an empty street, yearning for the sight of one living face—one moving figure. Then you see a man on a corner and you know your terror has only begun. Published in 1953. Download in epub, mobi (Kindle) or PDF.

On a recent episode of Podcast at Ground Zero, Jarred mentioned that he was on the lookout for a British documentary called On the 8th Day, that had been shown in the US after the airing of Threads on TBS in 1984.

Based on the short story by Frederick Brown the story starts and ends with “The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door…” The show’s announcer begins by saying “Tonight, we have a strange story to tell, a sweet, bloodcurdling little story that is really only two […]

In or about the year 2000, humanity has reached “that incredibly lofty goal to which its intrinsic efforts can carry it” — but rejected everything but crass materialism. Technology has advanced to the point where no one need work for a living, while the social sciences have achieved a smoothly-running if almost unbearably sterile social […]

The Time Machine is a novel by H. G. Wells, first published in 1895, later made into two films of the same title. This novel is generally credited with the popularization of the concept of time travel using a vehicle that allows an operator to travel purposefully and selectively. Listen below, or on Audio […]

The War of the Worlds was an episode of the American radio drama anthology series Mercury Theatre on the Air. It was performed as a Halloween episode of the series on October 30, 1938 and aired over the Columbia Broadcasting System radio network. Directed and narrated by Orson Welles, the episode was an adaptation of […]

The World Set Free is a novel published in 1914 by H. G. Wells. The book is considered to foretell nuclear weapons.  It had appeared first in serialized form with a different ending as A Prophetic Trilogy, consisting of three books: A Trap to Catch the Sun, The Last War in the World and The […]

The Last Man is an early post-apocalyptic science fiction novel by Mary Shelley, which was first published in 1826. The book tells of a future world that has been ravaged by a plague. The plague gradually kills off all people. Lionel Verney, central character, son of a nobleman who gambled himself into poverty, finds himself immune after being attacked by an infected “negro,” and copes with a civilization that is gradually dying out around him.

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Challenger sends telegrams asking his three companions from The Lost World – Edward Malone, Lord John Roxton, and Professor Summerlee – to join him at his home outside of London. The cryptic telegrams also instruct each of them to bring a tank of oxygen. When they arrive they are ushered into a sealed room, along […]

Title: Getting Business Done
Author: Jojo Stratton
PF Date: 363 days
Location: Just outside Macon, GA, USA

This Work set in the World of Depleted –
Available under a Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike 3.0 United States License



It has been 363 days since The Fall; since the world was thrown into a “dark age” as technology, political order and even basic needs have been decimated, overthrown and destroyed. Life continues, but it is a life very different from before The Fall. Less than 11% of the World’s former population still lives; riots, war, disease and chaos, having claimed so many. Those left have begun to realize the World did not just stumble or trip to be picked up and dusted off, sent on its way; no, the World fell and shattered. Slowly people are adjusting, changing, trying to live. Instinctual survival, an autonomic function coded into most species’ DNA, is a key motivator for trying to continue in this fractured nightmare, but there are other reasons to live too. Some selfish, some altruistic, some dark and all archaic as the way of life that forged those motives, that birthed those now orphaned souls is dead and gone.

Business as usual takes on a whole new meaning in this razed world as the ‘usual’ was crucified when the world was depleted.

Getting Business Done

“Black false hellebore is known for its emetic properties. It was often thought to be useful in inducing labor. Hmm, I should use this to make some tea for Josephine,” Minako murmured as she turned the page to reveal another series of columns filled with herbs and their medical properties. “I know, I know, Minako play nice.”

She rubbed at the bridge of her nose, the book flopping to her chest as she pushed up a bit more on her makeshift bed, the flame from her candle wafting in the faint breeze her book had made. A thunk and then a moan came through the wall behind her head. She closed her eyes, an exasperated look growing on her face.

“Oh god baby that’s…” the words degraded into another moan. After a moment the feminine voice once again picked up, filtering through the thin wall. “Lower…”

Minako was tempted to bang on the wall, but she knew better. She knew there was more than a quick lay going on in the next room. With a heavy sigh, the released breath ruffling her dark bangs, she picked her book up and tried to ignore the sounds from the next room as she let her eyes readjust to the low light level once more so she could continue her reading.

I came across this on the news feed, and I thought readers might find it interesting. Hey boys and girls, it’s the APOCALYPSE!……or maybe it’s 2Pacalypse Now…I’m not 100% sure on that. Either way, Court thought it would be a good idea to do an apocalyptic themed podcast as he happened to watch […]

The people of Earth awaken to the notion that a strange luminous object has irrupted, into the Solar System, after much disturbing the normal orbit of the planet Neptune. Indeed, such object is a luminous celestial body, whose luminosity is distinguishable on the sky about the constellation of Leo. Although initially it is a matter […]

To escape a world devastated by nuclear radiation, Mankind has retreated underground, but the Final War still rages on. A woman betrays her ‘country’ by falling in love with an Asiatic POW from the other side, a capital crime punishable by exile to the ruined surface. Part of the Dimension X anthology series. Listen below, […]

Through the Aftermath is a podcast focusing on all aspects of the post-apocalyptic genre including media such as games, books and movies, as well as discussions of practical preparation methods, and related historical events. Hosted by Shawn and Jonathan, it ran for a total of 46 episodes between 2009 and 2011.

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Predictably, the human-made apocalypse is a perennial favorite. The way we go about it, though, is always changing.

Mankind has retreated underground to escape the horrors of a surface decimated by World War Three, leaving the machines to continue the fighting. Story by Philip Dick. Part of the X Minus One anthology series. Listen below, or on The Defenders

Nothing moved or stirred. Everything was silent, dead. Only the gun showed signs of life … and the trespassers had wrecked that for all time. The return journey to pick up the treasure would be a cinch … they smiled. Published in 1952. Download in epub, mobi (Kindle) or Short.

Three years after the events that took place in The Lost World, Professor Challenger urgently summons his fellow explorers (Professor Summerlee, Lord John Roxton, and reporter E.D. Malone) to a meeting. Oddly, he requires each to bring an oxygen cylinder with him. What he soon informs them is that from astronomical data and just-received telegraphs […]

In the near future, Everytown is hit by a war which drags on for decades, resulting in a mysterious illness and a quasi-medieval society. Adapted by H.G. Wells from his book. “Described audio” from the Movies for the Blind podcast. Listen below, or on Things to Come pt 1 Things to Come pt 2 […]

In the year 1988, the crime rate in the United States rises four hundred percent. The once-great city of New York becomes the one maximum-security prison for the entire country. A fifty-foot containment wall is erected along the New Jersey shoreline, across the Harlem river, and down along the Brooklyn shoreline. It completely surrounds Manhattan […]

Whether you’re a creator of a genre website, blog, product or service, or if you’re just a fan looking for something to play, read or buy, will have something for you.

“Rescue Party” is a short story by Arthur C. Clarke, first published in Astounding Science Fiction in May 1946. It was his first story that he sold, though not the first actually published. It was republished in Sir Arthur’s second collection, Reach for Tomorrow and also appears in The Collected Stories of Arthur C. Clarke.

Who was to blame? For three days Alveron’s thoughts had come back to that question, and still he had found no answer. A creature of a less civilized or a less sensitive race would never have let it torture his mind, and would have satisfied himself with the assurance that no one could be responsible for the working of fate. But Alveron and his kind had been lords of the Universe since the dawn of history, since that far distant age when the Time Barrier had been folded round the cosmos by the unknown powers that lay beyond the Beginning. To them had been given all knowledge—and with infinite knowledge went infinite responsibility. If there were mistakes and errors in the administration of the galaxy, the fault lay on the heads of Alveron and his people. And this was no mere mistake: it was one of the greatest tragedies in history.

The crew still knew nothing. Even Rugon, his closest friend and the ship’s deputy captain, had been told only part of the truth. But now the doomed worlds lay less than a billion miles ahead. In a few hours, they would be landing on the third planet.

Once again Alveron read the message from Base; then, with a flick of a tentacle that no human eye could have followed, he pressed the “General Attention” button. Throughout the mile-long cylinder that was the Galactic Survey Ship S9000, creatures of many races laid down their work to listen to the words of their captain.

“I know you have all been wondering,” began Alveron, “why we were ordered to abandon our survey and to proceed at such an acceleration to this region of space. Some of you may realize what this acceleration means. Our ship is on its last voyage: the generators have already been running for sixty hours at Ultimate Overload. We will be very lucky if we return to Base under our own power.

“We are approaching a sun which is about to become a Nova. Detonation will occur in seven hours, with an uncertainty of one hour, leaving us a maximum of only four hours for exploration. There are ten planets in the system about to be destroyed—and there is a civilization on the third. That fact was discovered only a few days ago. It is our tragic mission to contact that doomed race and if possible to save some of its members. I know that there is little we can do in so short a time with this single ship. No other machine can possibly reach the system before detonation occurs.”

Sometime in the 23rd century…the survivors of war, overpopulation and pollution are living in a great domed city, sealed away from the forgotten world outside. Here, in a seemingly perfect world, mankind lives only for pleasure. There’s just one catch: Life must end at thirty unless reborn in the fiery ritual of Carousel. Produced by […]

There Will Come Soft Rains is a 12-line poem by Sara Teasdale in her collection Flame and Shadow, published in 1920. The subject of the poem imagines nature reclaiming the earth after humanity has been wiped out by a war. The poem reads: There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And […]

Yes, it IS possible to have a post-apocalypse without zombies, and this is the first of three monthly episodes of MOZ’s Post-Apocalyptic Summer 2011. Brother D reviews the movie Steel Dawn (dir. Lance Hool) and he’s joined by Miss Bren to talk about the movies The War Game (dir. Peter Watkins) and Panic in Year […]