in my writing discord we hold a writing contest and the prompt this time was a unique apocalypse. im rly stretching it here but i think it counts ;)

less of a full story and more of a drabble, but it works

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All of them were gone. Another whole generation lost.

I trembled as I watched our overseers, cold and unrelenting. What was I to expect? This happened every time.

They had combed through my own family, leaving only me as a survivor. I'm not sure what had made me special. I'm not sure what made any of us special.

There were so many of us, but then the tests started. I didn't know what the right answers were. I responded how I thought I should. My brothers and sisters did as well. But they were deemed wrong.

One of them passed by me, its massive, grotesque form casting a wicked shadow over me. I grimaced at its words, struggling to understand the alien language that dripped from its fangless mouth. I heard one word above all others, the meaningless string of syllables that rang in my ears every time they approached us.

What was domestication even supposed to mean?

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i read about the project to domesticate foxes in russia, and it was chilling. in every litter, the pups were tested to see if they show signs of friendless to humans. if they didnt? well, the lab was connected to a fur farm.

TheNightOcelot