Setting of a past short story of mine:

• geography for this story isn’t necessarily important as it is supposed to apply to everyone, but it is obvious that the story takes place in the United States – however it is centered in a bubble-like structure in which the people are forced to live because of their lack of care for the environment before, making it impossible for them to live anywhere but the bubble

• the landscape outside of the bubble is dry, basically dust by this point due to environmental issues, trees have been cut down for selfish use, water is toxic, and other places are unable to be around

• the sense would be that of being desperate, although it is a somewhat dead world with no hope, as well as regret for the way the world as been treated

• characters: young children – naive and hopeful of seeing a future in which the world becomes healthy and usable again “the little girl sat staring through the glass in front of her, as if she would be able to walk, run, and play outside despite knowing that she can’t,” the elder character – disheartened and sad due to the many years they have seen the world crumble and have lost the hope of being happy again “a tear travelled down their cheek as they stared out of the window of the bubble once more, looking back on the world they once loved so much, now crumbling in front of them”

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The Earth, now dry and desolate although it used to be full of greenery and animals, still inhabited humans even though living outside would be impossible. The bubble, a large collection of man-made structures in which communities/states lived, stood in the same place for nearly 50 years, each section holding a different family, including extended members. In section 4B, a relatively small section facing East on the North end of the bubble, a rocking chair held the eldest of the group. The chair faced the outside glass, as well as the children sitting on the rug in front of it, staring out into the world they never got to play in. One little girl, in particular sat staring through the glass in front of her, as if she would be able to walk, run, and play outside despite knowing her chances of ever getting to were slim. The eldest of the family had heard it all, every question the children asked about the world before the bubble was invented, when the color green was taken for granted. They remembered that world well, as they had taken part in destroying it. A tear travelled down their cheek as they stared out of the window of the bubble once more, looking back on the world they once loved so much, now crumbling in front of them.