Sunday, March 17, 2013

Alone


Authors note: This is a creative piece in which I try to incorporate good word choice and figurative language

The dawn of a new day is upon us. The deer frolic in the spring mist. The flowers dance in the wind, they bloom pretty and bright. Alas that is a long forgotten time. Before the nuclear war. When cities bright and booming brought peace and prosperity to all. Well I’m on my own.  I was disconnected with my family when the bombs started to fall. I just happened to be at right place at the right time to live.

It all started when the petroleum supplies ran out, and like a caged  tiger let loose from his cage,  the nations boxed  for the last drops of the precious fuel. When that went dry, they fought for the reserves. That’s when the nuclear bombs started being dropped. No one knows who dropped the first one as anyone that dropped them were kill, as well almost everyone.  For all I know I’m the last one left and well that means humanity is dead as well.

I remember my family, my dad as tall as a flag pole, how he would walk around with a somber appearance. Only if you knew him you could tell that was the norm for him.  My mother on the other hand would always wear a bright smile, she wouldn’t walk either she would bounce always happy, never angry or sad Good example of this is when I got a C on a test instead of yelling she simply said “No more C’s please” .  I had no brothers or sisters. It was just the three of us against the world, now it’s me against the world.

I’ve became proficient at scavenging for non-radioactive food and shelter. It’s quite easy to tell. Green and furry equals no good.  I’m tempted to try something radioactive maybe I’ll become super human or just super dead.  I walk these roads alone, the shadows are my only friend,  destroyed buildings that use to house memories and good time sit there with a sad look on their face. A crow plays it song of tweets, a cheerful hymn compared to the silence of the fallen.  Who were victims of greed and power.  My memory may fad of the ones I use to love but for now I must carry on as the fate of humanity rests on my shoulders.

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