Dust Bowl Waltz

By Andrew Goldstein

In a dying city everybody does what they must to survive. Gangs control the city once the United States Government collapsed. This is a story of survival. A writing about humans and their atrocious ways. This book is a cruel but very possible reality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312425682

Andrew Goldstein

Andrew Goldstein is a high school senior (soon to be college Freshman) that has already written one book and decided it would be a good idea to write another one on top of doing college stuff. He has successfully published two books before the age of eighteen, worked for SIKIDS, co-hosted two Internet radio shows, and remained a lifelong Jets fan. (Which, by the way, was by far the most difficult to achieve out of the four above.) Andrew will reside in New Jersey for a couple more months until moving to an as-of-yet unknown state for college. While most people save weekend homework for Sunday nights, he insists on doing it before then because he considers football Sundays to be his “office hours.” If that doesn’t give you some idea of who Andrew Goldstein is, then there’s really not a whole lot that will.

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Dust Bowl Waltz

Dust Bowl Waltz

Table of Contents

Intro

Samantha

Julian

Leon

Guadalupe

Julian 2

Leon 2

Samantha 2

Guadalupe 2

Leon 3

Julian 3

Samantha 3

Guadalupe 3

Samantha 4

Leon 4

Leon 5

Xevious

Julian 4

Xevious 2

Julian 5

Yale

Intro

Time, it passes by slowly. Dogs, cats, rats, we eat what we must to survive. The heat it has killed all the plants. Dust and yellow dirt for miles around, everywhere there is nothing. Piles of dirt in every corner, the insides of every house empty, as if they were built and then abandoned over night. If one was to move about half an inch of dirt one would find a hard surface, not a surface of rocks but as hard as one. The town is empty, a skeleton that has been dead for several decades. There are many like it but some of them still have people living in them. The year cannot be recalled. The calendar has been the same for many years, reading twenty-sixteen since the birth of many. That is when the incident happened. The explosion, it blew a hole through heaven and earth, the fumes killed most life, and everything has been left in devastation.

The creatures, who survived, fight like rats over a crumb of bread, the anger, the rage; it builds within the planet’s inhabitants. Society has declined rapidly to a primordial state, a state where criminals and the most powerful rule. There is no law, the only law is self defense; living is not for the weak. No technology survives except the few remaining things that are primitive and use combustion. Cars, motorcycles, and other complex devices have gone almost completely extinct except for a few that have been adjusted to run off of steam, smoke, and wood. Guns are the primary weapon in usage but ammunition can’t be mass made anymore, so every being scavenges, makes their own, or always avoid fights. This new world is a terrifying place. It’s extremely hot, food is scarce, and water is worth more than gold, a place no being would choose to live.

A town can be seen in the distance. It looks dead, lifeless, but once the thick dust cloud settles, one can see that it is surviving, barely thriving. As one approaches the town one can see people moving back and forth, swaying, and continuing their daily pattern. The sunlight wanes as the day begins its conclusion, a glorious mixture of yellows, reds, and orange fill the sky. Long shadows swallow the dust-covered ground.

An elderly woman is buying some water from a man; she then gives it to a little boy. Giant brawny armed men push the woman to the ground and take her possessions, the small child screams and tries to fight the men. Quickly the leader of the group pulls a gun to the child’s forehead. A drop of sweat glimmers in the light as the revolver clicks loading the next bullet into the chamber. The old woman screams at the top of her lungs, begging that they not kill the child. Quickly, the man turns his attention to the woman. You could hear a pin drop for miles around in the dead silence. He plucks the strings of fate and pulls the trigger. BOOM! Blood splatters all over the ground and the child, as the flimsy corpse of a woman drops down to the ground. Screams are heard as people run for their lives such as an antelope runs from a lion. The man has a huge smirk on his face like a demon should have; turns