You, Disappearing

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This is a short excerpt from a short story I read as recording for one of my old college professors. It's a short story called 'You, Disappearing' by Alexandra Kleeman.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the apocalypse was quiet. It had a way about it, a certain charm. It could be called graceful. It was taking a long time. People prepared for an apocalypse that they could take up arms against bunker down with people hoarded filtered water, canned corn, dry milk batteries. They published books on how to get things done in the new post world. A world they always imagined as being much like our own only Missing one or 2 key things they might imagine, for example, that survivors would re emerge onto a planet stripped of all vegetable and plant life. First the animals would grow vicious and then start. It would be important to hoard as many of these animals as possible, pack them in salt and hide them all away to keep. You'd want to have a supply of emergency seed to grow in a secure location, maybe using fertilized soil that you had already hoard it. Then you'd want to gather accrue one muscle man with a heart of gold. A scientist type an engineer and child and somebody that you thought maybe you could love if you survived long enough to love them. Nobody thought that the apocalypse would be so polite and quirky things just popped out of existence like they had forgotten all about themselves. Now when you misplaced your keys, you didn't go looking for them, Maybe you went to your landlord and asked for the spare set, took them to the hardware store and made two copies this time. An extra in case the disappearing wasn't a one off but part of a trend. Or maybe you took this as a sign and decided to leave. Instead walked out direction. Listen to the world to find your own Vanishing Point, which meant moving to Chicago to stay with your brother who still had keys to his house and a spare set to give you. It was cute the way this apocalypse sapped things out of existence. one x 1. It was so clean and easy, like clicking on a little box to close an internet browser window. It had a sense of humor. A fat man walking down the street lined with small abandoned shops would look down and find that his trousers had vanished, bearing it's out of season, Halloween boxes to the public. That kind of humor, videos of things like this used to show up all the time on the Internet, to the Internet. Wind