Take one of your day to day experiences and turn it sci fi. 200 - 400 words

The tactical grid remains weaken over the skyline of Sydney, numerous countries have been exterminated, billions are dead. They came out of nowhere, attacking and bombarding little could stop the initial waves. On the face of Earth; craters mark atomic warfare, canyons show desperate fighting, and the skies reveal the smoke of months of clashes. I awake to witness this every day.

After eating an army ration breakfast which proves to be nutritional yet satisfyingly tasteless, i leave my home at a deadly attempt to make it to school. Rifleman line the streets behind strategical barricades protecting the main highway and most importantly, the train line. Even with squadrons of fighters, anti aircraft guns and turrets, our airways remain vulnerable and suspectiable to the inter stellar oppressors. 

The soldiers on the highway escort me to the train station, carefully watching the skies for incoming fire and aircrafts - you can never be too careful at a time like this. A soldier approaches me sheathing his rifle. "Be careful citizen, watch the skies make sure....

I watched in horror as the building behind the soldier explodes, i tried to open my mouth and shout but the words just wouldn't come out, the shock wave and debris kill and lethally shatter many of the soldiers bones and cast me into a wall behind. Rounds from anti aircraft defenses on the train station relentlessly rain fire upon the enemy bombing raid. Friendly fighters scream in from behind me, their engines roaring, weapons exploding, urging to destroy the enemy aggressors. 

I struggle to my feet, my ears are popped but the ringing in my ears continues. Soldiers sprint over to me whilst firing at the attackers in the air. I am urged to the cover of the station, with my memory phased i look up at the torn black sign which says 'Turramurra Station'. One of the soldiers yells for a medic to assess me, he pats me on the back and said "You made it".

After suffering only minor physical injuries, a mild concussion, i am walked to the station to await the train. The fighting seizes and the bombing raid is unsuccessful. I walked over the edge of the faint yellow line at the station and gazed at the oncoming train. It was lined with layers upon layers of  grey metal, the bullet proof glass was 7 inches thick, the roof  stationed many mounted machine guns and protective soldiers, the red paint was black and scorched, stains of gore were present on the forward carriage's plow. The train came to a halt and i stepped on board.

I looked at the grim sky to see smoke. I looked at my feet and sighed

Just another day....