The memoirs of a dead man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story I wrote a while back for an english task. It is a peice of Dystopian writing about the only survivor from a nuclear blast. Sorry I know it's not that good but I wanted to try uploading somthing.

Submitted: January 12, 2010

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I looked out across the broken land, wishing to be anywhere but here. The soles of my feet ached from the constant drudgery of walking huge tedious hours each and every day just to survive. The Harsh sun was beating mercilessly on the darkened straits, the wind whipping up unforgiving sands that stung the back of my throat; whipped gashes into my palms. Before me lay, once a utopia, now rubble at my feet. The sharp metallic stench of blood still lingered in the polluted air, stinging at my nostrils, drawing out all I had wanted to leave behind.

 

Some might think the fact I could finally see the sun a blessing. The Artificial night that had hung over the land like a skeletal demon was seemingly slain. No. To me it was like a beast from hell purging the darkness from the sky, like the raging ball of fire we once knew but now a thousand times more powerful. It stung my dilated eyes as the bright light shone through, and as I cringed beneath those intense rays, I fell to my hands and knees. But the joys the sun brings were none. The birds did not sing, the wind could not whistle gently through the lush green leaves. And now, at last the grotesque scenery all around me was thrown into view. It was so misshapen, abstract. It seemed to me that this was a twisted child’s painting, the paint still dripping. The bones of the brave were seemingly carelessly stuck out of the ruthless sands, almost as if they were being devoured as the bleached bone slipped, like ghosts, Beneath the raging torrents of fire and sand. I could see a cold gaunt hand reaching from the ground as if in one last desperate attempt to claw its way from the sickening premature burial it had suffered.

 

I began to feel as though I was slowly numbing from my core, thoughts flooded my mind, clouded my judgment. I slumped on the floor, unable to see any more. No one deserves to die in the sick twisted way that these people did; total Annihilation. It was almost as if they had… never been. A population of thousands reduced to one in seconds. Who could do this to their fellow man…? It was like I could still hear their screams, screams for mercy, with no one to hear.

 

One thing I was sure of now, this place was lost to me, all those memories… Love… happiness, another time. I decided to pack up my things and leave, unable to stand even the sight, of what even lay before me. On the way back across those perilous straits, one large building caught my attention .My heartbeat began to rise. I could feel the dull beat… again… and again. Deep within me demons began to claw their way through what I thought was a hardened version of myself. The wave of utter… how do I describe it…? Despair… that washed through me as I stepped inside was almost un-bearable, I realized what this building was, was; had been; Sanctuary.  The holy building lay, it had tried; tried to save them. But the darkness wins. It always wins. It creeps across the plains, pokes its spindly fingers around every corner, there is a flash, a flash of relief, instant, painless, but once it’s over, the light is gone. Then the darkness comes, all those who survived… it was pointless. Everyone dies. The most hideous, perverse death imaginable. I felt sick to the very core of my soul. Sanctuary, ha, no sanctuary, there is no sanctuary. Now to the building was laid to rest, it had failed. I fell to my knees and prayed. I am not religious, but if I need a god, I need one now more than ever.

 

As I stepped back up onto my hill I stared down like an eagle. I had once called the barren wasteland before me my home. Now I can call it no more than a desolate pile of ruins. It makes you wonder… Why did I survive? Was there a point? I should have died with these people, yet I did not. Would it have been better? Would there be less pain to vanish so quickly in one second of burning light than to see what this land had become. I feel no fear, no self concern while looking at it only pity… And resentment, rage… The people who did this will pay… Because when I find them, and I will… Even If I have to search the entire world, and every city is just like this… Tomorrow I will leave this place and begin my real search. Remember, remember me, all I stand for, and if I die then you shall bring light to this world

 

 

Haud templum Pro Scelestus

No sanctuary for the wicked.


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