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I was standing there, alone, in the cold. There it was quiet, it was a place I could think, a place I could keep to myself. I was standing there thinking, when a hand rested on my shoulder. “Come on, come back inside with all your friends.” said the girl. “Sure…” I said. So we walked into the warmth, the noise, the people, the madness. I looked around, there were people knocking things over, people in the other room on the couch kissing, though they had just met that night. People were eating and eating like they couldn’t stop.
A sudden flash, the memory ended. I looked around. Nothing was there, like a wasteland. I kept walking and looking… as if caught in some sort of eternal watching. There were the remains of homes, an old deserted playground with swings moving slightly. Back and forth, back and forth.
Another flash, the party, the people, my friends. They were so happy, so carefree, as if there was no tomorrow. I stood there with them, my friends, not knowing what would happen next. We were laughing, joking, and yet there was an odd chill in the room. The kind of chill not from the cold but a chill from fear, deep, dark fear that sends shivers down your spine. The fear you get when you can just feel, in the pit of your stomach, that something bad is going to happen. The only thing I could think was “something evil this way comes.” I wished I could tell them, but I didn’t want them to worry, in those last moments.
A flash. I walked to the edge of the town. Everything, everyone was gone. All that remained was the wreckage, the rubble.
Flash. There was a heavy knocking at the door. A boy went to the door and answered. There stood a man in a white clothing and dark shaded glasses. He stepped inside and called my name. I came obediently and he told me this: “There is no hope for them. Come with us or you will never be found.” I “he will always know where I am and will always protect me.” and he walked away. My friends asked me when I got back: “What did he want?” “nothing” I said. The party went on and we were happy. But then the moment came. I turned to my friends and said “goodbye” then it happened. The explosion, the thing that destroyed the town, the thing that killed everyone. Everyone… except me.
Flash. I walked on until I heard a voice “You shall perish like the rest.” said the voice. “No, I caused this and I shall live on.” I said as my arm transformed into a blade.
- by black widdow king |
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- | Submitted on 02/01/2010 |
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- Title: the last day
- Artist: black widdow king
- Description: a story i wrote for english class
- Date: 02/01/2010
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