Words of the Wastes

by Cottonheadninnymuggins

You've uncovered a journal, containing a collection of poems inspired by Fallout, the Wasteland and the lessons that the apocalypse can teach us. Created from the point of view of my OC, a settler named Misty who's lost everything except her younger brother, and her desire to write.

1. To Whom It May Concern

To whoever finds this journal:

My name is Misty, and I live in the Commonwealth of the year 2287. If you're reading this, you're either Archie (in which case, get your nose out of my business!), or I'm dead and you've found this under my bed. Welp, sucks to be me.

If you're the one that killed me, then here's a really spooky "fuck you" from beyond the grave. If you're a scavver like me though, then Godspeed, my friend. I hope you have it better than I did.

I'm not the best poet, and I don't pretend to be. This journal was written to help cope with the loss of someone very close to me. I may interject at the end of poems with ((double brackets)), but don't mind those too much, just think of them as little extras.

Oh, and if you're not the artsy type, feel free to use this journal as fuel for a fire or something. Not like my corpse will care that much.

~ Misty

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