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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 3:10 pm
Things were different then. Men would go to fight the bad boys from across the pond, and no one really doubted that they were going to win. No one really thought that when a man fell on the battlefield, he would be the last. They believed, like my parents that everything would be fine. Blissfully ignorant you could say. And back in 2012, before the meteor hit, when war began across the Atlantic, we were still in that blind phase. Still blindly wandering through the news, assuming the numbers were correct, and that only three hundred men had died that month. Small numbers you could say. But these were civilians who lived there. At first, we weren't even in the war. We just sat back in our lawn chairs, lemonade in hand, and watching the fireworks from across the pond. That is...until July 7th. The festivities for our nations birthday hadn't quite died down when the sky lit up. Not really from fireworks either. Bombing campaigns. Some say the government knew. Some say they didn't. Either way, millions were killing in the bombings. As we slept, planes flew overhead, targeting our very homes. We knew nothing until the first bomb hit. And when that happened, when the house a few doors down got hit. We suddenly knew everything. I knew I was going to die, and soon, another bomb would fall, hitting my house this time. But they didn't need to, they didn't need to drop another. The debris...flew through the walls, tearing through our mirrors and desks. It found our bodies, and skewered my mother to the wall, leaving my dad in a blind rage, only to have the west wall collapse on him, my mother still on board. I don't really know how I myself survived, or even whose fighting the war. Honestly I keep away from the media, and just try to live on the streets, but all they do is talk about it, and that brings back the pain. So...I'm alone, a stranger in a world he doesn't belong in, a stranger in the city he grew up in. Either way, I'm
not the same person, and this isn't the same place. The torn city streets I now wander feels more like a refugee camp than a city. But I've gotten used to it, we all have, and all of us know that the bombing will return, and that it will continue until the war is won. If it ever is won...
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 3:22 pm
Things were different back then. Kids would fight each other over stupid things like who owned the pond or got to sit by the pretty girls, but eventually it died down, the reason no one ever one one war. They believed that everything would be fine no worries in the world, everything would be handed to us on a silver platter. I always thought it was stupid but back then kids voices were rarley heard. It was hard to believe that people wanted to harm us, that in the mornings new updates on who had fallen and on who had taken their place.In 2012 still blindly going through the channels but everytime you would switch horrible flashed of the dead and the total wounded but the worst of all the death toll,i would hoped that they would just have miss counted but no such luck the numbers were correct, 500 hundred men had died that month.To the goverment and our guardians that was a just a small number. But sadly enough these were civilians and their families who lived there.But of course all we thought was as long as it wasnt us. Come to think about it we werent in the war for awhile. W were to busy grilling yelling at kids who were trying to pull pranks setting up the firworks, just being lazy enjoying the holdiay that had come to us. Until that dreadful came... July 7th. The activites and cheerfullness for our beloved nations birthday hadn't quite died down when the sky lit up. . Bombing campaigns, there were rumors that the goverment somehow was involved and they had a cover up. Some say they didn't. Either way, millions were killed in the bombings. As I slept, i and others could hear the planes flying overhead aiming at us,i was scared out of my wits, i was afraid that they would be the mericless kind. We didnt really worry until it happened. And when that happened, when the house a few doors down got hit. I knew one thing Death was around the corner. Seconds later our house was hit, i could hear painful scream of my mother and father in bed being charred form the fire and then their ceiling caved in silencing them forever. My little brother being thrown out of his window landin on a fence. I don't really know how I myself survived,but i never wanted to live, after my famly had gone i was alone. Honestly I try to listen and sneak throught the streets hoping to hear news about us. but, all they do is talk about it, and that brings back the pain. People misunderstand me, thinking im weak and wheni tryed to join the forces protecting us they just laughed and threw me out. Im not he same cheerful girl everyone used to know, im changed more into a rebilous girl who still fights for her right, even if i dont know what my rights are anymore.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 3:59 pm
The boy closed the book, it's scribbled writings now disappearing from his head. In hindsight, he was grateful for his terrible memory, that night, and even his most recent writing just faded away like a bad summer movie. At times, he forgot where he was, all he knew was he was in a city. He no longer knew the name, or where exactly it was on the map. the cities had just joined, the current city was made up of some seven cities. Standing, and glancing around the barren concrete haven, he smirked. "Seven cities of s**t...Mendoza is rolling in his grave." Laughing, he proceeded down the ally, and crossed into the street, bumping into passerby's and generally ignoring the threats that were thrown at him by the more annoyed of the public. Stopping, he glanced into the window of an electronics store. 70' plasmas defined the background, and small 20' super definition Tvs dominated the front. But he wasn't alone on this small excursion into TV dreamland. Small children, along with balding men gazed into the window, taking in the view.
"Staring at yourself? Or a zebra?"
"I...I'm sorry?" The boy said, pulling himself away from the lions kill.
"Are you looking at yourself?" The old man asked, leaning a bit more onto his cain.
"Uh...no, why would I look at myself?"
"Because you need to...just look, when was the last time you saw yourself? For real, saw yourself, and not just what people wanted you to see. Do you see ugly, or do you see beauty?"
"Definitely don't see beauty..." The boy said, not encompassed into his own reflection.
"Maybe you do, you just don't know it. Be careful, things aren't always as they seem..." The old man remarked as he stumbled away, his dark blue business suit flapping in the wind.
"Hey! Wait! Who are you? Wh-" The boy started, but the man faded away, a figment of his own imagination. "Damn pollutions screwing with me."
The group around him nodded, as they had experienced the same, and felt empathy for the boy. But even though he knew it was a figment, a incarnation of his subconscious, he just couldn't let go what he said. He had to see himself for real.
"Excuse me, sorry, please, no sorry...I, excuse me..." He stuttered as he rushed down the street, swimming through the crowds of people, who looked up every now and then. He was moving towards the cafe. It was his place, he knew the waitress, even hit on her from time to time. Though, as far as he knew she was out of his league. But, as a smile emerged on his face, he thought about how she might not be.
Maybe...
But that was enough to make his day...
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 4:54 pm
She was buslting down th estreet dodging trach cans and people puropesly pushing her out of the way. She couldnt let her anger get the best of her but it was too late, she had already gotten arrested for getting into a fight with a policeman . She had stopped to look at the t.v. when a salesman had shooed her away, apparently she was scaring away customers.
"Whatever..." she muttered and tyed her hair back. She has heard men and women calling her pretty or "why look at the dear child" she was no longer a chld, she was 16 but to people she was a child. She looked at her watch and relalized she was late for work again. "Damnit tom is going to kill me" sh ewhined and ran to the Cafe where she had started working.
She opened the door loving th esamll but cheerful atmosphere and put on her best smile before going to change into her uniform.
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