The Dream of Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story made up on the spot for a creative writing class about different races and different species of alien girls who are held captive by there ruler.

Submitted: June 08, 2011

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The Dreams of Day
We are bound by our wrists, tied by a chain to the cement wall. The darkness sinks around us, consuming our lightened hearts and crushing their spirit. Nineteen, that’s an awful lot of young girls to be trapped in this small cell and we get very acquainted with the others around us very quickly. Then again, we cannot move so why would we need space. My name is Clair Hale, and I am sixteen. I am the newest to have fallen to the king of Sarhia. The rest of the girls besides three, have been down here for almost a month.
We are fed daily, and sprayed down with a hose to keep us cool and clean. Sanitation is the least of the king’s worries; he just hopes we will die off one by one in a slow but sure death. He rules as a dictator would and anyone who does not fit his expectations are banished, beaten, or killed immediately. Luckily for us, we are just trapped in a really deep box in the ground. Well, I wouldn’t say entirely lucky. Some of the girls miss the light, the sweet golden rays of the warm sun that used to give us hope and energy. The others are just waiting to die and wishing that the reaper would come sooner and stop their suffering.
We were all thrown in here for one thing and that was being the wrong race. The king wanted to rule nothing but pure Sarhian men and women, but most of us were from different areas, or even different planets. I for one was from Nopeka, a planet four thousand light-years from here, where my parents were waiting for my return home. My pink hair stood out amongst the other brilliant colors, I was the fairest skinned of them all. Dark tans, reds and blues. Truly I felt alone in this tiny cell when in actuality I was bumping up against someone every couple of minutes.
Sleep, oh sweet sleep how I miss it. I used to sleep for hours back in my soft bed but here we had to sit against the cold bricks and imagine a pillow was waiting to meet our heavy heads. Often, girls would awake screaming in terror from loneliness, fear and even nightmares reminding them of how they got to be here in this very cell. The first night, it scared me so bad that I thought they were screaming because we were all going to die, but after a couple days when I began to dream I understood.
Suddenly, the door upon the ceiling began to clank in various tones and creeks. All of our eyes drifted to the iron ceiling at once almost as if together we would be able to penetrate it with our will to escape. Silence resumed for a couple seconds before the door blew off in a bang so loud that I couldn’t here the other girls screaming. The room went white as the sun poored in phasing out my vision. A weird sensation started at the top of my head and spread downward until it reached my feet, warmth. 
A man slid down a thick black rope and three more followed as he began to examine our eyes and ears. As my vision and hearing began to return I could hear a buzz of voices. 
“Where are you from sweetie?” One of the men in thick black armor stated to a girl next to me.
“Mehuma, out in the Narcola galaxy.”
“And how about you?” The man pointed to me. I hadn’t spoken in so long that I had forgotten momentarily.
“Nopeka, just on the other side of the planet.” I whispered. The strange man called up through the door and a large basket soon began lowering from above, all I could see were propellers chopping the dusty air above. That’s when I knew my dream of seeing the sun again and my parents were coming true. Tears began to flow, dampening my tulip, pink skin. Others began to scream out different prayers in their native tongue as the metal basket clanked off of the floor once before landing.It only took moments after being disconnected from the wall, for all of us to cram into the small basket. No one cared how close we were then, some even hugged one another. The thought of seeing our family again brought us a joy that no one could ever understand. 
The true situation hit us when we were pulled out and set down gently next to many different rocket ships. I took a good look around even though the light was burning my eyes and causing them to water. To the left I saw the king’s corpse hanging from a tall post burnt to a crisp. A blackened arm took a long drop that seemed to last forever before hitting the sand. Right then and there I knew that his dream had gone horribly a rye and had become a nightmare. In ruling a palace of perfection he destroyed himself and the lives of many innocent people. As the men split us onto our different space shuttles it occurred to me, that weather I lived or died nothing would compare to the horrible feeling of the nightmares that haunted me and the other young girls in that cell and will for the rest of eternity. 


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