Mysteries of our Past

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was entered in a local Short Story Competition. id din't win, but wanted to share the story. WARNING: There is, however, a part, where it mentions Adolf Hitler and the Holocaust. I mean no intentioned offense to Jewish people, it is simply part of the story.

Submitted: March 12, 2011

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Submitted: March 12, 2011



Mysteries of our Past



My name is Caleb Taylor. I'm not an ordinary kid. You see, I've always been fascinated with our past. I live in Wilquet, a country that's the only piece of land on planet Earth. They say many many countries once existed, ten thousand years ago. Until they one day, They all just disintegrated. Or so they say.

Ok, It was a normal sunny day along the west coast of Wilquet, the skyscrapers seemed as tall as ever in the capital city of Lotus. It was named for the beautiful lotus flower that grows on Wilquet so much, It's natural for us, the Wilquetians, to love them. I was riding my bicycle along the road between the skyscrapers and ocean. I had no friends, I was just a lonely ol' 12-year-old kid. My face was pale and hollow, my bones stuck out a little bit, and my stunning green eyes seemed to pierce anyone that got caught in their gaze. My sunken in face was not normal, I guess I was just born that way.


I stopped at an abandoned and torn-apart building. The adults had always told us to never enter it. I found myself staring at the destroyed building, obvously flamed by a fire. I was so captivated I parked my bicycle and snuck in. I had alot of bravery, because many kids at school had told frightening stories about what may have happened here. I snuck through the door, my heartbeat grew faster with every second, and numbness spread over my body. Every instinct and gut in my body was begging me to turn back. I couldn't now. Suddenly, I head an odd and mysterious creaking, I looked. Nothing. I saw a chest in the middle of the room. I walked to it, and dared open it. Nothing was in it, it seemed. When I reached in, I found stuff though. Newspapers, CDs, a CD player, and... a document?


I read the newspapers, and headlines blared their title. 




Was this a joke? 1944 was 10,000 years ago, before the apocalypse of the old Earth. But it seemed authentic enough to me. I played the CDs and raised my eyebrows.


"I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood."

The man's speech was blurred, as I listened to him finish with "Free at last, god almighty free at last!"

Wow. Whatever this was, just wow. This was from millenia ago! Lastly, I read the document.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness."

In shock, I saw the faded old wrinkled document said at the top "July 4th, 1776."

Lord. This was too much to take in. This was important pieces of history from pre-apolcalyptic times. Amazing. I backed out of the destroyed building after leaving the stuff where it rightfully belonged, and I rode away on my bicycle.

You know, I never forgot that sunny day when I found all that stuff. I never told anyone. They would fuss and destroy the beauty of the past. In my heart and mind, I have and never will forget it. The memories of the past may be long gone, but, know I know part of it, and that knowledge is part of me.

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